No point in getting into trouble just to get to the gym faster! The long way is probably the best for this time of day. You turn down the road and continue your steady pace, your long legs and toned ass flexing in your tight shorts.
After several minutes you reach a park and turn sharply to cut through the park. As usual you see Mr. Goreman sitting on the park bench, reading the newspaper and watching the people walk past. He is a pleasant old man, dressed in a blue buttoned up shirt and white pants with a small hat. He looks about 60, but he is always very friendly.
He looks your ways as you approach and his face seems to brighten. He smiles and you pull out your iPod earphones. It's obvious he's admiring the curves of your tight teenage body, but you won't hold that against him.
"Hey, Joy," he says, waving a hand.
You stop in front of him and jog in place.
"Good morning, Mr. Goreman," you say cheerily.
You raise a hand to your neck and measure your pulse.
"Oh, it is now," Mr. Goreman replies, his eyes locked on your cleavage as sweat trickles down between your breasts and across your bare midriff.
"I was wondering," Mr. Goreman begins, "if you might help an old man out."
"Oh?" You raise an eyebrow.
"It is a bit of a...strange request," Mr. Goreman says and you notice his eyes dart to your breasts again. "Ah, well, I have a date at the retirement home tonight and I'm a little worried."
"Good for you!" You say and smile at the old man.
"Hm, yes, thank you, Joy. The thing is, well, it's been a long time since...I have...you know...tested teh plumbing."
He actually blushes a bit.
"So what do you want me to do about it?" You ask, placing your hands on your hips and pushing out your breasts slightly.
Mr. Goreman's eyes bulge at the sight of your tits threatening to overflow your top.
"Well, you could check and...ah...make sure everything is working," he suggests. "I could make it worth your while the next time you're at the retirement home." |