Newly single and eager to enjoy life again, her impatience got the better of her and she decided to take a light jog to the local park and swim in the small lake there, and then walk home.
There was no mistaking how attractive she was. Her skin had a slight olive hue to it - her mother had been half Spanish - while her hair was a dark, almost dirty blonde. Additionally she was tall, her legs were great and she had a fantastic ass, one that everyone just had to look at due to its roundness. Her profile was pretty, she had a strong nose as well as green eyes, making her rather enchanting. Then one sees her boobs, and one just can't imagine seeing anything better. She'd been a C cup by the time she was 16, and now at 19 they'd become an impressive DD.
Who knows how long she'd spent working on her body, but the truth is that no matter how much she'd crafted her body, her body now wanted sex. And good sex.
So she slipped on a pair of running shorts over her black g string, and then put on a black bikini top with white polka dots. Over this, to retain some modesty whilst she ran, she put on a white shirt, though she made sure that one could see her black bikini top through it. Tying her hair in a knot, she moved out of her small flat and began her run.
Running without a sports bra is never comfortable, though she felt liberated. Her boobs were round and firm, and well placed on her chest. They bounced a bit, but she realised it was all part of the deal.
On reaching the park she quickly took off her t shirt and proceeded to dive into the water which only had a few other recreationers. She'd chosen a secluded part of the lake in order to better look at the potentials, but even then she quickly caught the attention of several men, a couple of whom started to casually make their way over to her. Their attempt at making a meeting seem accidental was laughable, even immature.
She wasn't the kind of girl who particularly preferred studs. It was the way a man's eyes looked at her that turned her on, or off. Eyes spoke of intelligence, sexiness or downright stupidity. The first guy who spoke to her she politely ignored, seeming to be very caught up in looking at a few fish which swam past.
She saw a couple more guys heading her way so she decided to play coy and hopped out of the lake to take a walk over to the water fountain to have a drink. Only one guy followed her. He surprised her as she turned around from drinking. But as he bent down to start drinking, he quickly looked at her, his eyes showing a glint of cheekiness and mischief. He wasn't particularly buff, more of an athlete who looked after his body rather than used it to attract girls. He wasn't skinny either, toned being the more adequate description.
"Did you run here?" He inquired without preamble.
At first she didn't even know he was speaking to her, and so was caught off guard. Her reply wasn't coy, just simple and plain.
"Uh, yes."
He was wearing shorts and a white shirt as well as running shoes. Brown hair with brown eyes, pretty average, nothing spectacular, though his eyes did have an uncommon shine to them.
"Me too, even though it's quite warm. Works up a sweat and cools you off though."
Anelynne was unsure how to respond to this small talk, but in the end her hormones were more decisive.