The jogging path

On a warm summer's day, Jenny ran her usual course in the park near her home. She was fond of this route because of how heavily forested it was. The dense growth created a maze of trees and hedges, turning the forest around her into pockets of isolation. It was here that people dared to do things that were meant to be kept from prying eyes, but a few days ago, one couple failed.

Jenny couldn't help but steal a glance, her eyes searching an area of the brush to her left. That was where she had seen them and when the fantasies started. With a steadying breath, she tried to put what she saw out of her mind lest it feed the growing hunger.

The effort was wasted as the images flooded back and triggered the painful desires locked inside. The scene haunted her dreams and played in her head like some tantalizing fantasy. Hidden in the trees where a man and woman, locked in the passions of love. Jenny was stunned when she first noticed but couldn't find the strength to look away. Silently she crept closer, eager to see what was happening and growing ravenously hungry herself.

The man was gorgeous, so much so that she felt jealous of the woman in his arms. His dark hair and muscular frame glistened in the sun, which filtered through the leaves. He had a look of absolute focus as he lavished the lucky woman with his attention. For a brief moment, Jenny wished the two women could switch places, and even now thought about how much she wished it could have been her. After all, it had been months since she knew the love of a good man. Unfortunately, they were hard to find, and she was busy with life and work.

Thinking back, she remembered how gentle he had been. His efforts were slow and methodical, like a passionate lover deconstructing a woman until she was laid bare and helpless. The woman seemed hesitant at first as if afraid they might be seen, but once he began to pleasure her, she surrendered and gave him everything. He made love to her in several positions, leaving no part of her body untouched. By the time he was done, his lover was fully expended and breathless, laying in a pant on the forest floor.

The sight of it had so aroused Jenny that she found her hands wandering and joined the woman in an orgasm. Embarrassment reddened her cheeks as she thought about what possessed her to spy on two people having sex. Why did she sneak closer and then touch herself, desperate to know what that man's passion felt like? It was a confusing thought, but in the end, she had to admit the truth. She had enjoyed every minute of it and couldn't get it out of her mind.

Then came that odd moment right after Jenny’s orgasm. The man seemed to gesture with his head in Jenny's direction. The woman lost to the throws of pleasure and sex looked up with a knowing expression, and for a brief moment, their eyes met. There was a message in that look, something the woman was trying to communicate, but the shock sent Jenny running in embarrassment.

It was one thing to spy on a couple having sex; it was another thing for them to know you were watching. What if she bumped into one of them on the street? What if they asked her what she had seen? Jenny even wondered if she should use a different path or skip jogging for a few days. Ultimately she decided to go; after all, who would use a spot where they had been discovered again?

A bird called out, and Jenny finally broke from her memories to discover she had stopped jogging. Without even realizing it, she had stopped and walked off the trail as if to explore the spot where she saw them. There was a brief flicker of doubt as she silently scolded herself for being stupid, but those memories haunted her. Maybe going back to where she saw them would give her some closure. Maybe it would help get her mind off it and on to better things.

With a quick glance to the trail to make sure she was alone, she headed into the brush and leaves. Carefully, she picked a path to a clear spot beside a wide trunk where the couple had been lost to their passion. It was surprisingly bare, a carpet of fallen leaves and sparse grass under the dark canopy above. The dense brush made it much easier to see out than in, but an astute observer would notice the motion and investigate as she did.

Being here sent her mind went wild with memories, replaying everything seen that fateful day. Jenny saw him clearly, touching the woman like she was the focus of his world. His efforts were precise, seemingly practiced as if he’d done this a thousand times. The woman was so lost to the moment she sang in panting cries, her voice flying free like a beautiful instrument. Now Jenny's body grew hungry for the same kind of passion, causing her to wish she had been that woman.

She took a second look at the trail to ensure she was alone before kneeling in the grass. The air was rich with the scent of the forest, but she imagined it smelled of sex and passion. Slowly her hands began to caress her body, heightening the memory and driving the need. She slid a hand under the shorts, her fingers reaching between her legs to dance over silken panties. Already her body was wet with anticipation and the need to fulfill the fantasy. It drove her mad and made her reckless as she tore the shorts and panties down, leaving them below her knees.

The cool air of the forest stirred between her legs. The sensation made the moment more sensual as the hunger screamed for more. Without thinking, her hands came up, pulling her shirt with it and reaching for the clasp of her bra. In a moment, her breasts were free, and she swept the garments away, discarding them so her body could play in the sun.

With closed eyes, she realized someone might see her and come to investigate. Someone might watch as she touched and pleasured herself, mimicking what she had seen those two days ago. Jenny didn't care, so long as she could pretend to be that woman and feel what she must have felt. Logic was discarded as readily as her top had been, and quickly she kicked off her shoes and let her shorts and panties fall away.

Her eyes remained closed as hands returned to her naked body. Somewhere in the distance, she heard the unmistakable sound of traffic on a distant road and the muffled words of people. At any time, somebody could come down that trail and be lucky enough to notice movement in the trees. They might think to investigate as she had and even now be hiding nearby watching everything. The feeling of exposure only heightened her excitement and made her need more profound.

Her breathing picked up as hands explored nipples and reached low for sacred treasures, sending her body into a crazed desire that she secretly hoped was being witnessed. That hope turned to panic when a twig cracked, and a pair of hands wrapped firmly around her waist. A sharp squeal escaped her lips as she jumped in fright, curling inward to protect herself. Oddly for a long moment, nothing happened, and she slowly turned her head as a warm chest pressed against her back.

“So you are the one who was watching us,” a soothing and strangely foreign voice whispered in her ear. “I saw you watching and knew you would come back. Did you long to know what it must have felt like? Did you desire to be loved as she had been loved?”

He didn't sound threatening; instead, there was a mysteriousness to his voice, almost inviting yet lustful. Still, Jenny was frozen with fear and struggled to nod while her mind swam in confusion. Could this be the same man she had seen those two days ago? Was she really naked and in his arms in the very spot she had seen them make love?

“It haunted your dreams, didn't it? You spent night and day reliving what you saw until it became a hunger you had to feed. That is why you came back. That is why you are here.”

Again his voice was calm and sensual, but she was still frightened. Where was this moment going? What did his being here mean? Jenny was paralyzed with indecision as fear implored her to run. However, that same fear mixed with the intoxicating brew of sexual energy and a hunger to relive that day. Try as she might, she couldn't bring herself to go, something more primal holding her in place.

“I can feel you shaking,” he said and, to her surprise, leaned away. “Please, try to relax. I would never force anything on you against your will. I thought maybe you would enjoy taking her place and experiencing the passion you witnessed. But if you are not ready, or this is too much, I will simply walk away.”

Jenny couldn't clear her head as a hundred conflicting thoughts screamed to be heard. Everything from common sense to animal lust was battling for dominance and trying to sway the outcome. A stranger was offering to make love to her just as she had seen it before. Suddenly she was standing at the threshold between reality and fantasy with all those dreams beckoning her to step across. The struggle to act was so desperate that her muscles began to tense in preparation to run. Suddenly he let go, and she could hear him taking a few steps back.

“I am sorry,” he said with a hint of sadness to his voice. “I assumed that since you returned, you have desired to know what it was like.” He paused as she sat exposed and trembling, her back to him and eyes still firmly shut. “I wanted to show you, but only if it becomes a memory, you love and cherish. I fear you are not ready, so I will go.”

Leaves crunched as the unseen man walked away, leaving her with a raging storm of emotions. Jenny trembled from head to toe as she struggled to gain control of her fear. Rational sense said run, but something strange churned and boiled deep down. It was the blind hunger of lust, and it forced her to see those dreams again. As if time were frozen, she relived the entire day in a heartbeat and remembered the desire to take the woman's place.

Now the rarest of opportunities had presented itself. Jenny was faced with the chance to live every moment of that dream and have for herself a carnal desire. Of course, she panicked. Who wouldn't when a strange man suddenly grabbed you while you were masturbating? But now, she was regaining her composure and reliving the moments that had happened seconds ago. Her stranger appeared to be gentle and kind. He was unwilling to force himself on her and had done as he promised by walking away. How many men would have done that? Very few, she supposed especially considering she was naked and vulnerable. More likely, she would have been attacked and forced into sex, but her stranger wasn't like that. He said it clearly when he wanted the moment to be a memory she loved and cherished.

The footsteps grew distant as her mysterious stranger faded into the forest, probably never to return. The urgency to act grew with every step, while common sense implored her to stop. She trembled like never before but somehow managed to squeak out one word.

“Wait.”

The footsteps stopped, and she took a deep breath to steady herself. What was she thinking? What was she about to do? Did she dare go through with this? Her voice failed as she struggled to speak the words. Another deep breath was needed, but even then, she spoke barely above a whisper.

“Don’t go. I want to know,” she said.

Jenny was sure her heart had frozen as she took rapid breaths to gain control. Two days ago, she had witnessed a man and woman locked in a long passionate session of sex. Every detail of that encounter was burned into her memory, and she knew how it all played out. Now she was in that same spot, giving a complete stranger permission to relive that sex with her body. She was so lost in thought that she never heard him come back. It was only when firm hands settled on her shoulders that the moment became truly real.

“We will start slowly,” he assured her with kindness to his voice. “If you change your mind at any point, just say so, and we will stop.”

Jenny nodded as a small sense of reassurance helped settle her nerves. He might be a stranger, but so far, he had demonstrated a great deal of self-control. He'd even given her final say in what happened, and she trusted him to listen if she called it off. With that in mind, Jenny let out a deep exhale as his hands began to move, announcing her fantasy had begun.

Before she could react, those hands rolled around her arms and slid across her chest. Her breasts were clutched and lifted while firm thumbs traced circles around her nipples. Instinctively she went to pull away, but a firm chest pressed into her back, holding her in place. All she managed to do was firmly plant herself into his embrace as warm lips came to her neck.

She could feel his warmth and the strength of his arms as her body trembled under his touch. His hands were turning her chest and stomach to a storm of tingling sensations that crawled across her skin. It was driving her wild and moving lower, reaching for the place between her legs where her body screamed for more. Her pulse quickened, and her breathing became labored while a whirlwind of broken thoughts raged through her mind.

His lips began to taste more of her flesh, working their way across her shoulder. Without even thinking about it, she tipped her head, giving him more room to feed on. His hands wandered her stomach before returning to her tender breasts. She moaned in tension as the last vestiges of her sanity implored her to resist. His tongue was in every kiss, warm and seductive as he relished her flavor.

She began to sway as her mind was lost to the sensation of a fantasy made real. Around her, the world was a blur of noise and color that almost didn't seem to exist. For Jenny, all that mattered was the touch of her stranger and the way her hunger cried out for more. It was a moment of torment and intensity, as primal need drowned out the voice of reason.

A hand went back to her stomach, reaching lower than they had before. Her mouth fell open as he leaned back, pulling her with him and forcing her to lift her rear off her legs. His hand briefly slid around her hips and cradled her rear, giving it a firm squeeze to ensure she was paying attention. She was held firm by the arm around her chest that still clutched one of her breasts. There was nothing she could do as that hand wandered lower and reached from underneath into the garden of her soul.

Her breathing was rapid as fingers reached between her legs and began to slide through the moisture that waited for them. She felt them tickle the folds of the gate that protected the treasure of her love and instinctively tried to close her legs tight. It was no use in this position, and she was helpless as they breached her defenses and began to explore the world within.

Her head fell back, resting on his shoulder as a low moan escaped her lips. She gave up, reaching for the ground, and clutched at the arm over her chest instead. It was all she could do to remain calm as his fingers began to trace slow methodical circles around the tenderest part of her body. She shook when he briefly rubbed it, the sensation making her legs weak. It sent waves of nervous excitement rolling up her spine and raised goosebumps on her overly excited skin.

His kisses were more passionate as his fingers began to roll both a nipple and the bud of her flower in unison. The sensation from her breasts raced down to meet the pleasure from between her legs as it pulsed up. They collided in her stomach, creating a knot of twisting need and tension as the sexual hunger inside came alive.

No longer did her rational mind cry out for escape; instead, it implored her to go on. It screamed to feed the beast of her desire and give him everything.

“Make love to me,” she whispered, desperate to move him along. “Please, just like you did for her. Take everything you desire and more.”

“Are you sure?” he whispered between kisses. “You want me to take you completely?”

“Yes!” she moaned louder than intended. “Take it all.”

“Then keep your eyes closed,” he replied as his hands suddenly let go.

She was eased to sit on her legs, panting in nervous excitement. The stranger stepped away as she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper. Though he told her to keep her eyes closed, Jenny dared a glance to the side to see a shirt hit the forest floor. Now her mind went to wild places as she accepted the fact that he was going to do exactly what she wanted. She would live the fantasy and be the woman from the days before. Here is a public park; she would make passionate love to a complete stranger. Would her voice cry out as the other woman did? Would it catch the attention of passing walkers who would come to investigate? How many people would it draw, and would they use their phones to record her sex with an unknown man? For all she knew, they were watching already. After all, she had just screamed out yes. Just thinking about it raised the tension to a whole new level and sent her heart racing.

She yelped when his hands suddenly returned to her body, passing around her waist and climbing up to clutch at her chest. His chest pressed into her back, and once again, those hot lips began to nuzzle with seductive hunger. For a few moments, she writhed under his touch as her body responded to every caress. Then he used his arms to pull her to her knees while his kisses began to descend her spine. One hand came away and rolled down, going over her rear as it reached deeper. His tongue began to lick in long warm strokes as his mouth followed the hand lower. She began to breathe deeply once more as a hand reached between her legs and probed at her tender center. His kiss went lower, tracing the curve of her rear as fingers caressed her clit with gentle, delicate circles.

Immediate shocks of sexual pleasure raced up her stomach, forcing low moans to escape. Her heart was racing, and she felt hot as his stimulated her body, driving her primal need higher and higher. With loving care, he stoked the fire, building her into an inferno of lust. Something like electricity was building deep inside as her body tightened in response. The unrelenting assault of his touch was feeding the growing sensation, driving it ever closer to the surface.

She tried to clear her head, but all she could think about was the pleasure crawling up from inside. A moan escaped her lips once more as her body shook in warning of the earthquake about to come. The feeling surged and pulsed, driving another moan from her lips as she struggled to keep them in.

Panic gripped her heart as she wondered how loud those moans had been. She didn't dare open her eyes for fear of what she might see as yet another moan came of its own accord. She thrashed for a second as the fingers below set her flesh on fire and laid bare the undeniable truth. She was going to orgasm for this man, and she didn't care who was watching. His hands never ceased their tireless circles, building the fire with relentless need. Now the spikes of pleasure came in rapid succession, and she moaned with every one of them, her voice slowly growing louder.

With a rolling stomach, she began to stretch her back, desperate to relieve the growing tension. She feared how loud she might be and fought the storm inside, clenching muscles tightly in defiance of the inevitable. The effort proved futile and only enhanced the storm's power as the orgasm broke free. For a moment, all she knew was the sensation of sexual fire as it consumed her body, writhing in orgasmic shocks. Her voice became one long continuous tone as his fingers never ceased, prolonging the sensation for what seemed an eternity.

Trembling, she regained some sense of herself and, with eyes sealed shut, tried to recall how loud she had been. Had she just screamed out her passion? Could she have been heard from the trail? It was impossible to remember and harder to keep the thought as the relentless torment of her body continued even though her stomach trembled in aftershocks.

Suddenly he ceased his efforts, and both hands pulled away. She was allowed to fall forward, coming to hands and knees as he shuffled around. The moment of respite was used to catch her breath and try to quiet the storm inside. However, it lasted only a few seconds as his hand came to her thighs and gently pulled them apart. She obediently adjusted her legs, spreading them wide for a man she knew nothing of. She heard leaves and twigs as he shuffled behind her, then something pressed at the inside of both legs. His hands returned to her hips and firmly pulled her down as she realized what was next.

In the blink of an eye, Jenny had a thousand random thoughts. This man was a stranger. No, he was even more than that. All she knew of him was the sound of his voice and what little she could see while watching through the trees from a distance. She had no idea what his face looked like. She might pass him in the street later and never realize he had been one. Now she trembled as her body came down, and his warm tongue began to trace the folds of her sacred temple. His arms wrapped over her thighs, holding her tightly as he began to feed on her honey. Her stomach twitched as a moan sang out in unison to a powerful lick. He tasted her like a fine wine while using his tongue to torment her clit. He would focus on the center, building her up, then move to the deep passage within. There he reached as deeply as he could go, tasting the inside of her body before returning to focus on the clit. The constant changing drove her crazy, never allowing the pleasure to build too high while also never allowing it to dissipate. She was kept in one long limbo of writhing energy as moans and gasps echoed in the trees.

Then he changed what he was doing, focusing on her tender center. The tension began to build, rapidly becoming an overwhelming desire for release. Once again, muscles began to quake and tighten as she fought to control her voice and the storm within. Jenny could hardly believe what was happening as her back arched while she clutched her own chest. Then, with a cry, the energy spilled over, and the orgasm shook her to the core. It washed down her body like a tingling rain, soaking her in its warm embrace.

Jenny wasn't aware when he stopped or that he had pushed her up so he could escape. All that mattered was the heat of her skin and the desperate need to breathe. Her body was satisfied and basking in the warm glow of release, but she knew it was far from over. Once again, his hands came to her body and slid around to the breasts she still clutched tightly. His fingers mixed with hers as gentle lips began to kiss her shoulders passionately.

He held her there for a few long moments, allowing her a respite to steady herself for what was next. Jenny took the time to breathe while trembling with shock that she had cum twice for a stranger. It was as if being a stranger heightened the sensation and made them come more easily. She tried and failed to clear her mind, but always the fantasy returned, reminding her of what came next. The foreplay was over. It was time for the real sex to begin.

As if on cue, he leaned forward, pushing over so that she had to release her chest. Coming to hands and knees, she cast her head down, a moan escaping from sheer tension. She had seen this moment two days ago, where another woman trembled before finally giving up. She knew what was next and that it was her time to tremble. She wondered if somebody else was watching and thinking the same things she did. Were they eager to see her taken and hungry to hear her cries of pleasure?

A hand curled around her hip as his knees shifted between her legs. Her breathing became more rapid as the moment of full surrender neared. Something brushed against her rear then moved lower toward the entrance to her soul. For a split second, she felt his fingers spreading the doors wide, then something intruded into the opening, slowly moving inside.

Her body shook and tensed as the undeniable sensation of a man entering a place he had not earned flooded her mind. He was a thief, a foreign invader, conquering her sacred ground and claiming it as his own. For a split second, her rational mind returned but failed to say a word as her body, so fully aroused and full of hunger, readily accepted him in.

The presence inside grew slowly but firmly as it penetrated to the deepest recesses. Jenny groaned as the inches went by and was grateful when he finally stopped. Then he shifted his knees and gripped her waist tightly, causing her to yelp when he pulled her back, giving her even more.

He used his hands to guide her forward, his presence slipping away. Her body felt empty, quickly tightening shut where he had once been. Then slowly, he pulled her back, claiming the space once more, as she shook from head to toe. For a few moments, he kept up this pace of long slow strokes, testing the depths of her body. Then his hips began to rock and do most of the work as his hands held her firm.

Jenny began to moan in short pants in timing to his tempo. She couldn't believe that a stranger was inside her body, making love to her in the open. She felt shame and embarrassment mixing with sexual lust. Just knowing he was a stranger made it all the more intense. Knowing that somebody might be watching sent the tension soaring to heights, she never dreamed could be reached. She started to smile and arch her back, eager to give him all she and unable to believe how much she wanted this.

Slowly his momentum built, as did the tension in her stomach. Sometimes he would thrust deep while pulling her back then hold her there a moment, forcing her to endure the fullness of him. Then he would resume his rhythm, never letting her catch her breath. She felt everything as it lit her world on fire and sent her mind down mysterious paths. She realized that he was taking her and that she was his to take. Her rational mind was drowned in passion, and fantasies come to life. In some way, it was still a fantasy, as if she was still watching from afar like in a dream.

She had no idea how many times or how loudly she had moaned. All she knew was the pleasure between her legs and the hope that it wouldn't end soon. Jenny began to rock with him, coming down to meet his thrusts in the hope of driving him deeper. His hands tightened around her waist as he lent his strength to the motion. Now his thrusts ended with forceful impacts deep inside her body, sending waves of electricity washing over her soul. Her cries of passion peaked with each thrust, crying out to mark every one. Minutes went by, and he never ceased, driving her ever onward to the only destination her body sought.

She couldn't control herself as her body went well beyond restraint and hungered for the pleasure it was being fed. The tension continued to mount, each thrust increasing the animal hunger until she was sure it would soon escape. Muscles began to twitch and tighten as her back arched once more. A long joyous moan escaped her smiling lips as the moment came at last. Her hair fell about her face as she threw her head down, calling out while shaking in orgasmic fury. Hands curled into fists as the motion never stopped, the jarring impacts causing a chain of orgasmic peaks. Her body was alive with pleasure, but she started to feel weak. Her arms trembled and began to fail as her face fell to the forest floor. She didn't care that it was dirty. The blanket of grass and leaves seemed as welcoming as any bed at that moment. Her body continued to rock as he pushed her on, her face resting on the damp grass.

He stopped a minute later and gently let her settle on the ground. He carefully turned her to her back and knelt between her spread legs. Jenny kept her eyes shut as if she could deny the truth by not seeing it. Her body radiated the heat of passionate sex as she lay naked before her stranger, who was about to take more.

A hand slid up a thigh and rolled over her stomach, wiping the sweat away. It planted itself beside her shoulder as he leaned over her body and reached low with the other. She felt the weight of his chest come down, pressing her to the forest floor. The heat of her body was a stark contrast to the cold dew left by the night before. She could smell the earthy scent of the forest mixing with sweat and sex. It was an odd combination, one she relished as the stranger began to move.

A hand slid along the outside of her leg, pulling it wide as she reached up and wrapped her arms around him. She was eager to feel his full weight bearing down, desperate to be trapped by his body. With feet in the air, she spread her legs wide, and without using his hands, he pressed in. Her body readily accepted him more easily than before. She felt every inch as it climbed inside, filling the space that hungered to be whole. A long moment passed where he remained still, holding himself deep inside. Jenny was about to wonder what he was doing when his tender lips came to hers. She welcomed the kiss, returning it with all the passion of a lover eager to give him her approval.

Slowly, without breaking the kiss, he began to move, feeding her deep thrusts to satiate her hunger. Jenny surrendered, sinking into the ground as he worked between her legs. She moaned into his kiss with every thrust, her hands searching his back for something to hold on to. He quickly built up his momentum, going to a firm long-stroke meant to bring on his reward. Jenny knew what he wanted and knew he was going to have it. She was helpless to stop him, and her body wouldn't allow it anyway. She broke the kiss to throw her head back and moan her surrender. Inside, her body was alive, with tension and desire building up into yet another storm. Her feet danced in the air as he rocked between her hips, driving the tool of his conquest deep into her flesh.

She thrashed while crying out, her body so overly stimulated. This had been better than she ever imagined, and yet she couldn't help but wonder why.

“Why are you doing this?” she panted between moans.

“Because you wanted me to,” he replied in a pant of his own. “You are a beautiful woman with a beautiful fantasy.”

“But why me?” she gasped as he gave her a firm hard thrust then resumed his furious pace. She could feel the intensity growing as his cock grew even harder. It could only mean he was close, and she was helplessly ensnared by lust and fantasies. There was no denying him what he wanted, and he would soon have it all.

“I didn't choose you,” he replied with a groan. “You chose yourself by coming back. You couldn't stop thinking about what you saw, so you came back to relive the fantasy.”

He pushed hard, driving himself deep inside as a wave of pleasure rolled up her spine. His mouth hovered an inch above hers, their breaths mixing like fine wine as they panted together. He brought them together in a kiss full of power and passion. His thrusting never let up, forcing Jenny to endure every pleasurable second of it. She began to shake as the tension grew close to the breaking point, her body so eager to have another. She broke her lips away to take a deep breath and, with eyes still firmly shut, asked him if this was only a fantasy.

“All sex and love is fantasy,” he whispered back. “And women often have the most beautiful fantasies that they dream about acting out.” Even as he spoke, his thrusting became more aggressive as the time grew short. She lay back and accepted her fate, singing to announce her surrender with every thrust. She clutched at his shoulders, her grip tightening as her body finally broke free and the power of orgasmic pleasure pulsed through her being once more.

“You see, the fantasy makes it better,” he whispered as she shook uncontrollably, his thrusting never ceasing. “Women love passionate fantasies, and today it was your turn to live one.” He gasped as his body shook, teetering on the precipice. “But in a day or two, it will be hers.”

Jenny heard the words and, for the first time, opened her eyes in wide shock. She stared into the face of her stranger, who gestured with his head to one side. Quickly she turned her head and looked through the trees as he finally reached his orgasm.

Jenny lay still as he emptied his gift into her hungry womb, unashamed of what she saw. Hidden in the trees was a woman watching them intently with a look of wonder on her face. For a brief moment, their eyes met, and all Jenny could do was give her a knowing expression, desperate to tell her she would be next.