Next story begining-- Work in progress

I haven't done any editing yet but I wanted you to see that the next story was in the works. I hope to have it completed in the next day or two. I plan to call it the jogging path.

On a warm summer's day Jenny ran her usual course the park near her home. She was fond of this route because the 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.

She couldn’t help but steal a glance, her eyes searching an area of brush to her left. Her heart nearly skipped a beat when she thought she saw movement, but a second look proved it was just the wind. With a steadying breath Jenny tried to put what she saw two days ago out of her mind. She did her best not to let those images creep back in, and feed the growing hunger.

The effort was futile as over the last few days she couldn’t help but see it. It haunted her dreams and played in her head like some tantalizing fantasy. Hidden in the trees were 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 so ravenously hungry herself.

The man was gorgeous, so much so that she actually felt jealous of the woman in his arms. His dark hair and muscular frame glistened in the sun that filtered down 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. 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. Now that she thought about it embarrassment reddened her cheeks. 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 had to admit the truth, she had enjoyed every minute of it, and couldn’t get it out of her mind.

Then of course 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 on as she always did, 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 brief flicker of doubt as she silently scolded herself for being stupid, but those memories haunted her. Maybe going back to the place 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. From here it was easier to see out than in, and she ducked down to avoid being noticed from the distant trail.

Now 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 so precise, seemingly practiced as if he had done it a thousand times. The woman was so lost to the moment she sang in panting cries, her voice flying free like a beautiful instrument.