A few weeks ago, I was in a local park with a few of my friends when I saw this lovely woman jogging past. She had light brown hair tied in a knot, and was wearing a light bue tracksuit with black trim that complemented her sexy curves, and white trainers.
While I was staring at her, she stopped for a bit. She looked worried and then jogged on. There was a perimeter path along the inside of the park where most joggers go. A bit further down, she stopped again and grabbed herself with both her hands. I guessed at that point that she was desperate for the toilet.
The problem for her was that there weren’t any toilets in this particular park. I was watching her for a few moments, then my friends called out to me and I went to talk to them.
A few minutes later, the woman jogged past us again, and I saw a view of a small wet patch on the back of her tracksuit bottoms. I stood mesmerised while watching her dark spot. I got home later, thinking about her. I went back to the park several times just to see this woman, but I’ve not seen her since that day.