Raping the Runner (Trigger warning: Non-Consent)

You love to run. I see you every day as I drive home from work as you take the forest trail to run through the woods during twilight. Today I am finally done just looking…

I leave work early with my heartbeat already elevated just imagining what I am going to do to you… I make my way about midway down the running path to the spot I had picked out weeks prior as I prepared for today. Pat, Pat, Pat, Pat, I hear someone coming… Is it her? As I crouch concealed beside a bush time seems to slow as you round the corner right into my waiting arms.
Your blond hair is swinging beautifully in your simple ponytail, your breasts are bouncing in time with your pace almost begging me to free them from their spandex prison, and those hips swaying back and forth… my cock swelled as I pictured those hips grinding against mine. You are almost to me, my excitement rises I can all but hear my heart as it pounds, attempting to break free of my chest.

“Good Girl”

You pick up your key at the front desk with a nervous smile, thanking the clerk as you try to adjust your trench coat. Painfully aware that if it were to get caught on something or if you were to accidentally trip or untie the belt that all these people would be in for quite a show.
You press the elevator call button and shift from foot to foot knowing how you must look to those people staring at you. Hair done up nice with make up flawless. Your deep red lipstick and white pumps a stark contrast with the slate gray coat that barely falls below your knees. They know. They have to know.

Ding.

The elevator door opens.
An older couple walks out, the man staring ahead, oblivious to you. His wife gives you a once over and the hint of a smile plays out on her lips as if she has guessed your purpose and might remember doing something similar. You step inside and press the 7. Guess it is lucky after all, you think as you bounce on your toes and look up at the ceiling. You stop after a few seconds to make sure nothing has shaken loose. Checking your make up in the mirrored walls of the elevator you are satisfied with your appearance and hope that I will be as well. You are almost certain this is the shade of lipstick I requested but the command was given when you were still in a fog from the last encounter…