OOC: This thread is closed for Neysha and I.
The rear hatch of the van was open. I sat on the back with my feet on the curb. I was dressed dark: shoes, jeans, jacket, ballcap, even gloves. I was as dark as the overcast night itself. The streetlamp was out. It had been out for four days and the city hadn't gotten around to fixing it yet. I knew this because I had been scoping it. Fifty yards into the park or down the street there was light, but here there were no shadows, just dull dark gray bits around in the black. The air was cool with a slight breeze. The leaves swished against each other on their branches. On the other side of the hedge and chainlink fence that hid me and the van, was the old narrow cracked asphalt footpath that connected the thirty yards between the park and the street. Any minute now, Jennifer's footsteps would tread the path. Then her panting breath would puff rhythmicly as she faithfully jogged her evening route just as she usually did when she didn't have night class. She'd probably trot right past, right fingers on left wrist counting her pulse, straight onto the sidewalk not the slightest bit aware of my presence.
Jennifer worked at the fitness club on Jefferson. She was in shape, and what a shape, hips and tits, with light skin, dark eyes and flowing dark hair, although I expected a ponytail tonight. Many times I'd watch her chest bounce subtly within the constraints of her sports bra as she logged miles on the treadmill. I'd watch her thighs flexing as she did squats and thrusts on the leg machine. I'd marvelled at the way her tank top would cling to her sweaty body as she rode the bike. She was solid. Some would say she was a bit heavy, but it was all gorgeously toned flesh. For months I'd been imagining my hands all over that naked flesh. For months I'd been imagining sticking my cock inside her. I could have asked her out and she'd probably have said yes, but this way would be alot more fun. I had to be careful with her. A girl like Jennifer could be a handful, but I was ready. I was in great shape myself. My adrenaline was beginning to rise. This had to go perfectly.
The path waited. The van waited. The night waited. I waited. She wouldn't see it coming. I could hardly wait.
The rear hatch of the van was open. I sat on the back with my feet on the curb. I was dressed dark: shoes, jeans, jacket, ballcap, even gloves. I was as dark as the overcast night itself. The streetlamp was out. It had been out for four days and the city hadn't gotten around to fixing it yet. I knew this because I had been scoping it. Fifty yards into the park or down the street there was light, but here there were no shadows, just dull dark gray bits around in the black. The air was cool with a slight breeze. The leaves swished against each other on their branches. On the other side of the hedge and chainlink fence that hid me and the van, was the old narrow cracked asphalt footpath that connected the thirty yards between the park and the street. Any minute now, Jennifer's footsteps would tread the path. Then her panting breath would puff rhythmicly as she faithfully jogged her evening route just as she usually did when she didn't have night class. She'd probably trot right past, right fingers on left wrist counting her pulse, straight onto the sidewalk not the slightest bit aware of my presence.
Jennifer worked at the fitness club on Jefferson. She was in shape, and what a shape, hips and tits, with light skin, dark eyes and flowing dark hair, although I expected a ponytail tonight. Many times I'd watch her chest bounce subtly within the constraints of her sports bra as she logged miles on the treadmill. I'd watch her thighs flexing as she did squats and thrusts on the leg machine. I'd marvelled at the way her tank top would cling to her sweaty body as she rode the bike. She was solid. Some would say she was a bit heavy, but it was all gorgeously toned flesh. For months I'd been imagining my hands all over that naked flesh. For months I'd been imagining sticking my cock inside her. I could have asked her out and she'd probably have said yes, but this way would be alot more fun. I had to be careful with her. A girl like Jennifer could be a handful, but I was ready. I was in great shape myself. My adrenaline was beginning to rise. This had to go perfectly.
The path waited. The van waited. The night waited. I waited. She wouldn't see it coming. I could hardly wait.
