I had a really fucked up week, both at work and at home. By the time the weekend approached I was ready to get my running gear on and just run, run and run until I would somehow manage to run off this stupid planet or into some kind of alternative dimension with a more stable climate and less shit-storms.
Sunday morning, when the kids were away on daddy-day, I was determined to do just that and run my long overdue 10k. I was getting into my tank top when P signed on to Whatssup and said a casual, “Good morning, Annie. How are you?”
To be honest I have thought he was a goner as I haven’t heard from him since Tuesday. He did say he was busy this week, but I did not trust him telling the truth. As a rule of thumb I did not trust men in general anymore.
But he surprised me now. I briefly told him about my FU week then we started talking about the only thing we really talk about: sex. I asked him how many wanks he'd had that morning and what did he wank to.
He said only two and he does it watching porn and whilst talking to me.
Dirty, dirty boy.
"It feels fucking great to be your masturbation aid," I texted with a smiley.
"I hope you continue to serve me this way, Annie."
The change of tone in his voice (well text) always soaked my underwear. In front of my eyes I saw his forced strict face trying to hide that 'I know you just creamed your pants and I fucking love it' smile.
He asked me what sort of porn does it for me lately and I told him I had a marathon session last night watching this dollification video. I've sent him the link and told him to watch it while I go for my run.
"I personally think you should have your jogging wank today in the woods. And come back and tell me about it. It would excite me even more if you get caught."
"I'll try," I said.
"Don't try. Do it!"
Well, an order is an order. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
I said, "ok" and logged off.
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This time I leave the dog at home despite her howling the house down. She has the tendency to get lost in the woods and today I certainly don’t want her to wander off while I enjoy the fresh air... in short sharp intakes.
I run the distance to the gated entrance of the park in a medium pace to work off some pent up energy then head into the woods.
I’ve walked and ran the forest trail a million times and sometimes I did wander off towards the river but never ventured into such depths of the forest as now.
Here it is dense and dark. The air is so cold, that I can see my breath escaping my mouth in deep, long rhythm as I climb the hill.
My nipples are also reacting to the new stimuli and become two oversized tingly goosebumps, not only because of the chilly temperature but because at this point I am horny AF, already looking for the spot where I will be playing with myself. I decide I will do it standing against a tree and I eye up a largish specimen that has two lower branches resembling human arms. In a twisted horror-porn movie it would scoop me up and finger me and molest me with those arms.
I smile and get that image out of my head quickly. Am I slightly hypoxic in the chill, I wonder?
I raise my right thigh and rub myself against the trunk of my tree-lover, humping it wantonly. I wish it was him...
He would certainly keep my thigh raised and run his palm over my pussy through my tight elastic gym pants.
Stroking the ridged bark of the tree, the caress is similar to when my fingers touch his face, roving over his stubbled cheeks and into his hair.
I’d be kissing his face and neck...
I could snog the tree I suppose, but I decide that humping it is weird enough, so I keep my tongue in my mouth.
In my head, I'm licking his neck, his ears and whisper dirty things into it while my breath visibly leaves my heaving chest.
Would he undress me? I wonder.
Of course he would.