Maya placed one sneaker-clad foot against the tire of her car and stretched out a toned leg. She tipped her head back, enjoying the early morning sun caressing the skin of her bare shoulders. She wore a low-cut tank top over her sports bra and tight running pants that hugged her round ass. Switching to stretch the other leg, she turned her music on and placed a headphone in each ear. Giving her leg one last stretch, she set off at a light jog into the running trail behind her.
As she did every morning, Maya soon found herself lost in the rhythm of her run. Her sneakers hit the pavement in time with her music. She passed a few other runners, but she was mostly alone as she headed deeper into the woods. Though she couldn't hear anything over her music, she soon got the uneasy sense of another person being near her. She glanced quickly over her shoulder and, squinting into the sun, could see a tall man wearing sunglasses and a baseball hat a few yards back.
She hated having people run that close to her. She preferred running alone, with just her thoughts and the occasional squirrel for company. She slowed down a little to let him pass her. The man slowed his pace as well. Her forehead creasing in irritation at having her solitude intruded upon, Maya sped up. She glanced over her shoulder again and was now a little alarmed to see that the man kept pace with her once more. In fact, he seemed to have gotten closer. She quickened her pace again, but the man continued to run faster, shortening the distance between them.
She knew she was being silly, but she was getting nervous anyway. She was a small woman, and now on the most deserted part of the trail. She began to sprint, her feet pounding against the pavement, her headphones falling out of her ears and swinging against her. She could hear his footsteps gaining on her and fought back panic.
She pushed herself harder, her breath coming in shallow gasps now.
His footsteps were right behind her.
And then she was being jerked backward, rough hands seizing her around the waist.
She whirled, her fist clenched, ready to hit her assailant as hard as she could in the nose.
The man quickly moved one hand up to shield his face, knocking her arm away. “Maya! Relax, it's me,” a familiar voice said.
“Jack?” she panted incredulously, finally getting a good look at him. “Jesus fuck. I was about to pepper spray you.”
“You don't have any pepper spray,” he said, rather smugly, pulling her against his chest.
“Maybe I should,” she replied, pulling away and frowning up at him. “You're a dick.”
“You like it,” he laughed.
“No,” she said, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly around her pout. She leaned against him to catch her breath and hide her smile.
“You know what I like?” he asked, kissing the top of her head.
“Don't care,” she said, trying to still sound angry.
“Your butt,” he replied, sliding his hands down her waist to grab a pert ass cheek in each hand. “I followed it all the way here.” He grinned down at her.
“Dick,” she said again, turning her face up to smile at him.
“You like my dick?” He pulled her hips to him, grinding against her a little.
“I meant you are a dick,” she laughed. He leaned down and moved his mouth to her neck, exhaling softly against her. “What are you...” she trailed off as he licked her earlobe, her fingers tightening into his sides.
“What if...” she started to protest. He licked down to her shoulder. She leaned against him more, her breath quickening.
“You're easy,” he laughed, pulling her off the trail into the woods.
“Am not,” she quipped, pressing herself up against him and wiggling her hips.
He pushed her up against the trunk of a broad tree. The rough bark dug into the bare flesh of her back and shoulders, as he moved his mouth over hers, kissing her lustfully.