As I was about to head out, I gave myself a look over in the mirror, with my blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, and dressed in a blue sweatshirt and matching shorts.

I looked hot enough to eat. I'm going for my jog.

I yelled as I slammed the door shut, but I ignored it as I started walking towards the park.

Once I was about a block away, I unzipped my sweatshirt halfway, so anyone can see my sports bra and a generous amount of cleavage

and started a slow jog. I entered the park through one of its side entrances and quickly

found myself on one of the hidden paths leading deeper into the park. I quickly built up speed,

and it wasn't long before I was running as fast as I could go.

While all I could think was, will he be there?

I reached the little fence between his house and the park. I was so out of breath.

I leaned against the fence to catch my breath, and after a minute, looked around to see

if anyone was watching, and jumped across, and calmly walked across to the back door, and opened

it, with my heart pounding, and there he was, just sitting on his kitchen counter with a smug smile on his face.

He said, you didn't have to run all the way here, Eliza.

It's not like I'm going somewhere, looking pointedly at my heaving breasts.

Here, I said, I know, but I was jogging, and I just started running. Taking the water bottle he

offered, I opened it and drank it in huge gulps, letting a generous amount spill all over me,

getting my bra wet and slightly see-through. As the cold water drenched my bra, I could feel my

nipples harden, and as I watched his eyes fixated on my hard nipples, he could now see,

I felt a slow flush, start from the bottom of my stomach, and reach up to my chest,

to my hard nipples, and down to the wetness between my legs,

and I know it wasn't just water seeping into my shorts. I moved forward and bent down,

placing my hands on his, either side, so my breasts were just at his eye level. I leaned in and whispered,

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