Author: Incubus
Title: The Jog
Summary: Her devilish side comes out when a new friend from work goes on a jog
with her.
Keywords: MF voy exhib job pett




[Knock] [knock] "Hello there," I heard a mans voice say from behind me in my
cubicle. A bit startled I turned and faced him.

"Oh hi," I said as I immediately recognized him. He was this consultant who our
marketing folks had recently brought in to help with our new product release. We
had met briefly the previous week in one of our sales meetings. I thought he was
cute but looked a bit young for the job. In any case he seemed to know what he
was doing and I was attracted to him.

"So how are you," he said in a friendly tone.

"Good, good," I responded somewhat caught out as I tried to act casual.

"That's good," he acknowledged and then continued, "so this is where they keep
you." He seemed a bit uncomfortable to me and that made me feel a little more at
ease.

"Yah it's not too bad," I said as I looked around. He looked around as well and
then smiled back at me.

"So how was your weekend," he added.

"It was good. I didn't do much I went for a run on Saturday and ...," I began to
respond and then paused for a moment to collect my thoughts further.

"Oh you jog," he interjected.

"Yah, I try to keep in shape."

"Yah me too, where do you go?"

"Oh I go to this park just up the hill."

"Oh yah, me too...you mean Deer Creek right...it's really nice up there," he
said excitedly.

"Yah that's the place," I responded with a big smile.

He smiled back a me and then we both laughed lightly.

"So you've been going there long," he said in a curious tone.

"Yah, actually I go there all the time."

"Oh yah I've only been up there a few times but I really like it. The fresh air
is amazing," he said a bit excited and then paused for a moment and then added,
"so when abouts do you go."

"Oh mostly on the weekends...usually Saturdays but sometimes Sundays...how about
you," I said.

"Oh mostly on Sundays," he responded. We smiled at each other again and an
awkward moment of silence passed. I started to feel a little uncomfortable
again.

"You know we should go some time," he finally added. I was dumbfounded...he was
actually asking me out!!

"Yah, that sounds like fun," I followed unconsciously. He smiled broadly.

"So how about this weekend," he said hastily.

"Yah okay," I said as I felt a serge of confidence.

"Okay, yah, um how about Saturday then, at say 10 or so," he said.

"Okay," I said smiling still a bit startled that he was asking me out.

"Great, but you have to go easy on me I am not in that great of shape," he
responded.

"Oh you have nothing to worry about, I'm not either,"

"Okay so if I do not see you by then I will see you on Saturday at 10 at the
entrance to the park," he said as he moved to leave.

"Okay, bye," I said.

"Bye," he said. And with that he was gone.

After he left I started to ponder and second guess myself. Was this a real date
or were we just simply going for a jog. I was definitely attracted to him but I
knew to little about him. I began to worry that I should have waited to get to
know him better before going out with him outside of work. But then again if it
is not a date and he just wants someone to jog with then all this thinking was
meaningless. I decided to put it out of my mind.


The week flew passed and before I knew it, it was Saturday. I was a bit nervous
and entertained the idea of not going but those thoughts faded and I readied
myself. The weather was suppose to be hot so I put on my nylon running shorts
and a tank top. With that I put my hair in a bun, put on my baseball cap and
running shoes and I was ready to go, so out the door I went. What I didn't tell
Jake was that I lived quite near by the park and could walk to the entrance. As
I headed up the street I saw him in the distance. He saw me as well and waved.
As I approached we smiled and said hellos. I felt awkward for a moment and
sensed it from him as well. I didn't know what to do. Should we shake hands or
hug. We did neither.

"You look really nice," he finally said.

"Oh thanks," I said accepting the complement as I looked down on myself and felt
a bit self conscious. I was in my work out clothes with a ball cap and pair of
my ratty old running shoes. The clothes themselves were not complementary but
they did show off my figure quite well and the fact that he notice made me feel
good.

"So you ready to go," I continued, "or do you need to stretch some more."

"Oh yah I really should stretch more," he said, "that's one thing that I haven't
been doing that I know I should." With that he moved to the side and began to
stretch. I watched him discreetly out of the corner of my eyes as I too
stretched. He had a nice body. It was obvious he kept himself in shape. His body
was firm and as he stretched from side to side his shorts had pulled up tight
in his crotch. For a moment I could see the bulge of his genitals through his
shorts. I then looked away discreetly just as he looked up at me. I felt myself
becoming flush. I really need to stop doing that I told myself. I took a deep
breath and then smiled back at him.

"You ready," I finally said.

"Yep..lets go," he said enthusiastically. With that off we went down the trail.
The day was amazing. The air was crisp and the birds were all singing. There was
a slight breeze which was nice. As we ran we got into a rhythm that suited the
both of us. Then after about a mile or so I felt my shoe laces starting to come
loose. As I looked down, sure enough, my right shoe lace had come free and was
flopping on the ground.

"Oop..hey I have to stop...my shoe lace," I said as I began to slow down.

"Oh, okay," he said as he too slowed.

"Over here," I said as I saw a bench on the side of the path just ahead. I
hobbled over to the bench being sure not to trip on my laces. Once there I sat
down and casually brought my right shoe up such that the heal was on the bench.
I thought nothing of it at the moment as this is how I always tied my shoes. As
I grabbed the shoe lace I noticed that I had picked up some thorns. As I picked
the thorns out I brought my shoe up even closer to my body to make it easier. As
I was just about to finish retying my shoe I glanced up at him. He was standing
a few yards away and staring down toward my shoe as if he were mesmerized. Once
he realized I was looking up at him he quickly looked away. As I looked back
down to finish tying my shoe I quickly realized it was not my shoe he was
looking at. As I had brought my shoe up my nylon running shorts near my inner
thigh had fallen to the side and had gaped open exposing the thin nylon inner
lining covering my crotch. In this position this thin nylon lining left little
to the imagination and it too had pulled slightly to the side exposing just a
hint of my pussy and a patch of my pubic hair. I immediately became flushed and
embarrassed. I took a moment to collect myself and put my shoe down before
looking up at him. I was determined to act like nothing had happened. As I
looked at him he was quite flushed. Maybe he was more embarrassed than I was, I
briefly thought to myself. I then realized that was not the case. He awkwardly
moved and turned from side to side in an attempt to hide the bulge in the front
of his running shorts. Part of me was embarrassed for him but the other part of
me was relishing in the thought that I had aroused him.

"So you ready to go," I said knowing full well he was not.

"Yah sure," he said awkwardly. With that I took off with him in tow. As I ran
ahead I kept glancing back at him. He was having a hard time. His cock was still
heavy in his shorts and would sway from side to side. He tried to act like
everything was okay. I played along and led on like I didn't notice. Slowly it
eased and after another mile or so he was back to normal. It was then I had a
devilish thought and decided to have more fun with him.

"Oh I have to stop again," I claimed, "my other shoe lace is loose...sorry". I
slowed to a stop and he passed slightly ahead. This time instead of finding a
place to sit to retie my laces I turned so my backside was to him and bent over
at the waist. I knew that this would give him an excellent view of my ass and my
pussy pull up tight through the thin fabric of my running shorts. My heart
pounded as I knew his eyes were on me. I took my time untying and retying my
shoe.

"Oops,too tight," I claimed as I untied and retied once more. This afforded him
ample time to take in the view. I could not resist and peaked at him out of the
corner of my eye. Sure enough he was looking. My heart pounded even harder.
Finally I came up and looked at him. He was quite flushed again and I had to
smile to myself as my little antics had the affect I desired. The bulge in the
front of his shorts was back and even larger.

"Oh this is about as far as I usually go," I claimed, "you want to head back.

"Okay...," was all he could muster.

Again I headed out first and again he awkwardly followed. I could not help
myself glancing back at him as often as I could. Again as before his erection
eased slowly until he was back to normal. But I was extremely horny now and
wanted more, much more.

As we approached the entrance to the park I got another devilish idea.

"Race ya!," I said as dashed ahead quickly. He was caught off guard at first but
followed immediately and caught up to me easily. As we reached the entrance I
pulled up lame and grabbed my hamstring.

"Oh shoot," I claimed as I limped ahead, "I think I pulled a muscle."

"Oh you okay," he said alarmed as he came to help me. I took his arm and smiled
up at him.

"Yah it is not that bad...can you help me to my house I live just down there," I
said and gestured down the street.

"Yah sure," he said with a concerned tone.

We struggled to my house or at least I played it up enough to keep him very
close to my side. We headed up the walk and after digging out my key and handing
it to him he opened the door and helped me inside. Once inside he followed me to
the kitchen where I sat myself down at the kitchen table and began massaging my
'sore' hamstring.

"There is some cold water in the fridge," I said, "and a couple of glasses over
there in the cabinet.

"Okay," he said. He quickly poured us a couple of glasses and we both drank it
down.

"So you okay," he finally said.

"Yah I think but it is still sore," I said as I continued to rub it," I think it
needs a good massage but I just can't quite seem to get to it... would you
mind."

This really threw him. It was obvious he was not expecting this.

"Um, well, yah sure," he struggled to say as he had to clear his throat, "where
does it hurt."

"Here," I said as I scooted further to the edge of the chair and gestured to the
back of my upper thigh. He moved closer and knelt down in front of me. His hands
trembled slightly as he reached out and placed them on my upper thigh with his
right hand on the inner part of my leg and his left hand on the outer part.

"Here," he said as he began to massage me.

"Yah," I said, "but a little higher." I was beside myself as I felt his hands
work deeper and deeper into my inner thigh. I could not believe it, my little
plan was actually working. He was just inches from my pussy and it was on fire.
I wanted so desperately for him to touch me and to take me but I forced myself
to be patient.

"Hmmmm," I said, "that is it that feels good...just a little higher." With that
I parted my legs a little more giving him even greater access. He inched his
hands further in, ever so slowly, until finally the side of his right hand was
rubbing against the side of my pussy.

"Hmmmm," I purred, "yes right there...that's the spot." With that I ever so
slightly pushed myself further to the edge of the seat forcing the side of his
right hand deeper into my crotch such that the back of his hand was now rubbing
against my clitoris. The feeling was incredible as I began to tremble with
excitement. The moister in my crotch from the jog and from my own juices was
evident and was allowing the back of his hand to slide effortlessly up and down.

Then it just happened. His left hand stopped messaging and his right hand turned
and began messaging my pussy directly.

"Hmmmm,..yes," was all I could muster. His fingers quickly found my clitoris and
began messaging it through the soaked inner lining of my running shorts. I
parted my legs even further to give him even greater access as the pace and
pressure of his fingers increased.

"Oh....oh...hmmm," I moaned as his fingers moved up and down and around and
around with ever increasing pace. I had to brace myself on the kitchen table as
I felt a huge orgasm building. I knew I wasn't going to be able to take much
more of this. He then pushed the inner lining aside and began to message my
clitoris directly. The feeling was incredible. I began to tremble with the early
stages of an orgasm. Sensing this he positioned his middle finger and pressed it
slowly but firmly up into my pussy.

"Oh!!! OH!!! OH!!!" I yelled repeatedly as I finally erupted into an intense
orgasm. On cue he vigorously pumped his finger in and out with ever greater
force. I bucked and bucked with each wave of orgasm that kept coming and coming.
Finally after what seemed like forever it eased and slowly I was able to focus
again. There he was smiling up at me. I smiled back at him and could not believe
how intense an orgasm I just had. Slowly he removed his hand from my pussy. His
hand was absolutely soaked.

A few moments passed as I took a couple of deep breaths to collect myself.

"I see that your cramp is all better now," he said with a big smile. We both
laughed heartily. I then looked down at his crotch. His erection was very stiff
and pushing very hard against the fabric of his running shorts.

"It looks like you have a cramp as well," I said with a wily smile. With that,
lets just say, his cramp was taken care of as well, but that is another story. 
