I was parked on the side of the dirt road behind the apartment building I lived. The sun was just coming up behind the hills in front of me and I adjusted my sun glasses. The morning was hot with high temperatures and not the slightest breeze in the air. I wiped off some sweat from my forehead and dried my hand on my shorts. When I heard a car approach from behind me, I quickly rolled up the window to avoid dust getting in.
When the car had passed in a cloud of dust I waited a couple of minutes and then rolled down the window again and lit a cigarette. After taking a long drag on it, I sipped from the warm water bottle that stood in its holder. When I looked up I saw her.
She was jogging towards me on the other side of the road. I couldn’t see her face yet, she was too far away and the sun was in my eyes, but I already knew how beautiful she was. I had seen her the previous two mornings when I had driven that way to reach the main road to my job.
As she came closer, I could make up the sensual bounce of her firm boobs and the leg muscles moving her body forward. She was dressed the same way as the previous two times I had seen her. A white bikini, jogging shoes, a head band and a phone attached to her upper arm with ear buds. Her hair was tied in a tight pony tail that swung behind her head. What I already knew but couldn’t see was that she wore a thong and her tight ass cheeks looked like they could crack a walnut. Her skin was tanned dark and her eyes intensely blue.
That morning while having breakfast I had decided to park and talk to her. I just had to find out why anyone would go jogging dressed the way she was. Sure, it was hot but she could wear running shorts instead of a thong and it couldn’t be comfortable having her boobs bounce the way they did, a sports bra would have made much more sense than the bikini top that only covered a quarter of her boobs.
As she came closer I stuck out my head and when she was alongside the car I called out, “Hey.”
She slowed down and then crossed the road in a walk.
When she reached the car, she put her arms on the car door and leaned down.
“Hey yourself, are you lost?”
I looked into her eyes and there was a twinkle there, like she knew something I didn’t. This close I could see a film of sweat on her skin and as she breathed heavily it collected and formed little drops that ran down into her cleavage and down her arms and legs. From the corner of my eye, I noted the soft curve of her ass and her long legs.
“No, I’m not lost, it’s just that I have seen you here twice before today and I just got to ask, why do you jog dressed like that?”
She laughed and stood up.