She jogs the final part of the trail and into the car park,. As soon as she reaches the car, she bends over, hands on her knees, breathing hard. Sweat gleams on her skin, her breasts hang prominent in her sports bra as she recovers.
Ok, run over. Time for a reward.
She opens the boot grabs out a picnic blanket, and, locking the car, heads back onto the trail. Wanders into the woods on a little used path, and finds a small clearing. It’s not as secluded as she’d like but it’s close enough, and she doesn’t want to get lost on the way back.
She finds a spot out of sight of the path and lays the blanket down, then herself.
She breathes out, relaxing, runs her hands over her breasts, her hips. Imagines someone else touching her, squeezing her ass, pinching nipples. Tracing their hand from her belly button to between her legs, but only ever above her clothes.