It was a perfect afternoon for a walk so I decided to go for a walk in the par—warm breeze, sun cutting through the trees, just enough heat to feel good on my skin. I wasn’t thinking much about anything, just going for a walk to clear my heard.

I was wearing my favorite Dark gray sweatpants, no underwear, hanging just right. A white T-shirt, snug across my chest, the slight ripples in the fabric showing off every cut of muscle. My arms looked huge, stretched tight through the sleeves.

I wasn’t trying to show off. But I knew I looked good and I was feeling confident.

She must have noticed

She was on the grass, mid-stretch, deep in a lunge, back arched just enough to put her curves on full display. Her leggings clung to her body like a second skin, thin enough that I could almost see the heat radiating off her. I barely glanced, but she saw me.

Her gaze dropped—first to my chest, then lower.

Her breath caught. She paused for a second, long enough for me to notice. Her cheeks flushed pink, her lips parted like she wanted to say something but didn’t know how.

She looked away.

I smirked, shifting slightly, knowing exactly what that movement would do. The fabric stretched. The outline thickened. I watched as she exhaled slowly, thighs pressing together just slightly. She tucked her hair behind her ear, pretending she wasn’t staring.

But she was.

I walked past, pretending not to notice the way her eyes stayed on me, tracing over my chest, my arms, then lower, lingering longer than she meant to. The tension between us was thick, even with the space between us. I adjusted myself slightly, letting her see every inch of what had her flustered.

She took a shaky breath. I caught the way her fingers flexed like she wanted to reach out, to touch.

I kept walking.

A few minutes later, I turned onto a side trail, quieter, tucked away from the main path. The air was still, heavy, anticipation thick on my skin.

Soft footsteps followed.

I didn’t have to turn around to know it was her.

I slowed near a bench, glancing over my shoulder. She was a few steps behind, biting her lip, hesitating like she wasn’t sure if she should keep going.

Neither of us spoke.

She stepped closer. That slight hesitation melted away. Her breath was uneven, chest rising and falling a little faster. She turned, placing her hands on the bench, arching her back just enough.

I ran my hands down her sides, gripping her hips, pressing against her. She let out a soft, shaky sigh, her body pushing back against mine instinctively.

Her leggings slid down easily, and my fingers traced along her thighs, feeling how warm, how wet she already was.

No teasing. No waiting. Just raw, unfiltered desire.

I slid inside her with one slow, deep thrust, and she nearly lost her balance, gripping the bench as a choked moan spilled from her lips. My hands tightened on her hips, setting a pace that had her gasping, clenching around me.

The sound of skin meeting skin filled the air, mixed with her soft cries. She arched further, pressing against me, taking me deeper, needing more.

Her legs started to shake. Her moans broke into desperate whimpers, her body tightening. And then—she came hard. Her breath caught, her thighs trembling, juices dripping down her legs as she slumped forward, gripping the bench for support.

I wasn’t done.

I held her in place, thrusting deeper, chasing my own release. Her body was still pulsing around me when I groaned, filling her up, thick and hot, my cum streaming inside her.

She stayed there for a moment, chest heaving, her body still shaking from the aftershocks. Then, slowly, she straightened, reaching down to pull her leggings back up. But as soon as she stood, I watched as my cum started to trickle out, sliding down her inner thigh.

She looked down, then back at me, a lazy smirk playing on her lips.

I pulled out my phone, handing it to her.

She typed in her number without hesitation, then pressed a quick kiss to my jaw.

“Next time,” she murmured, voice thick with satisfaction, “don’t make me chase you.”

Then, just like that, she turned and walked back toward the main trail, disappearing into the afternoon sun.

Damn. That was one hell of a workout.