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The Adventures of Galactic Girl - The Jogger
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The Adventures of Galactic Girl - The Jogger
Although she could have used the portable Dresser in the car to
create any kind of clothing, dressing in the confines of a Corvette
wasn't high on her list of priorities. Using her communicator she
contacted the ship's computer to find the location of her next "victim"
who turned out to be a 36 year old industrial tycoon with a 15 inch
long prick and a 16 year old son who was still a virgin. The computer
advised her that the two men always ran through the Chattahoochee Park
in the mornings and that they lived in a mansion right on the river.
Searching through Diane's drawers, Gigi found a skimpy pair of
running shorts made of white nylon with the legs cut all the way to the
waistband and one of Joe's sleeveless undershirts made of ribbed cotton
which had been cut so short that it just barely covered her breasts.
Stripping out of her stockings, garter belt and bra, Gigi showered
quickly and, without drying, donned the athletic attire. Reviewing the
computer's log, she decided to transform herself into an 18 year old
brunette with short cropped hair, high, firm "B" cup breasts with
large, hard pink nipples, and a hairy pussy which she had trimmed to
the shape of a heart. Since she wanted to make herself appear as an
athletic woman, she modified her skin so that she was tanned bronze
everywhere except for small white triangles on each breast, her crotch
and her ass. Knowing that she could get the running shoes from the
Dresser, she turned and admired herself in the full length mirror. The
wetness from the shower had turned the seat of the shorts into
cellophane transparency as they stuck to her ass. The water caused her
tits to stick to the cotton and it also turned somewhat transparent as
her nipples caused a tenting effect on the material.
Before leaving the apartment of the two exhausted lovers, Gigi left
a bottle of the chemical which was in her lipstick along with a note
reading:
Sorry I had to leave. I borrowed some of your clothes, but I left
mine. Here is a bottle of "Love Potion #9". Use sparingly and it
will bring instant orgasms for years.
Love,
Gigi
Running quickly to her car, she drove swiftly to the Chattahoochee
Park where she obtained a pair of Nikes and bright yellow anklet socks
from the Dresser along with a bright yellow sweatband which she placed
around her head. She removed the chemical from her lipstick, deciding
that she was going to bring pleasure without alien assistance. With
her long bronzed legs sticking out of the car, she slipped the anklets
and shoes on before standing beside the car, stretching the muscles in
her legs. The early morning mist dampened her skin and caused the
material to stick to her firm, shapely body. As she lifted her leg to
stretch the tendons, she knew that the pants would reveal the soft
curve of her ass and her thigh all the way to the waistband. While she
was stretching, she saw the man and his son enter the parking area and
run to the restrooms at the other end.
When she saw them emerge from the restrooms a few minutes later,
she started an easy jog beside the river, knowing that they would catch
up in only a few minutes. Soon she heard heavy breathing behind her as
the two men ran only a few feet to her rear. "I wonder if their
breathing is from the jog or from the view of my ass and back?", she
wondered as she remained in front of the men so that they could admire
her shapely ass and firm legs topped off with a bronzed back, naked
from the shoulder blades down.
When she got a few yards from the turnoff to the man's mansion, she
fell with a sharp cry, reaching down to grab her ankle as if she had
twisted it. The two men were immediately at her side.
"Don't try to move until we see what's wrong", the older man said
as he touched her calf and ankle. "Can you move your ankle?", he
questioned as they helped her to her feet. "Our house isn't far from
here and we can put some ice on your ankle. Just put your arms on our
shoulders and we'll help you there."
As she raised her arms to their shoulders she knew that the thin
cotton top would ride up and expose the bottom of her breasts, and the
thought made her nipples stiffen even more. As they walked together to
the house, she watched the boy trying not to stare at her tits as they
bounced gently under the shirt, and she knew she would enjoy taking his
cherry later that day.
When they arrived at the patio at the rear of the house, she sat in
a soft chair while the boy ran to get some ice. His father sat in
front of her and took her foot in his lap to untie her shoe and remove
her anklet. "I'm Roger Trotter and my son's name is Dave. Can you
move your ankle? Does it hurt when I move it like this?" as he gently
massaged and moved her foot. She extended her leg until her foot was
in his crotch. She could feel a hard rod across her instep and another
rod across the ball of her foot. "He must have that monster twisted in
a circle in his jock!", she thought as she wiggled her toes and twisted
her foot on the hardening shaft. She nearly giggled at the expression
on his face as she gave him a foot job, but she kept a serious,
innocent face as she knew that the pressure of his expanding cock must
be very painful.
Dave arrived with an ice bag which Roger placed on her ankle,
keeping the bag and her foot in his lap as he told Dave to have the
cook bring some breakfast to them on the patio. Soon Dave returned
with three plates of pancakes with bacon, orange juice, and coffee.
Dave ate hurriedly since he had to go to school, but he kept staring at
the nearly naked tits and completely bare long, firm legs under the
glass table top. His own erection was impossible to hide as he got up
and ran to his room.
Roger fixed her a plate of pancakes and poured syrup on them,
letting a little drop down on her toes as he passed it. "Dam'n! That
was clumsy of me. Let me wipe it off.", he said as he reached for a
napkin.
She lifted her leg and said, "Why don't you lick it off? I get
turned on by having my toes sucked."
He took her foot in his hand and, while looking her in the eyes,
let the tip of his tongue gently lick the syrup off her toe.
Stiffening his tongue, he licked the area between her toes and then
sucked each one into his mouth, letting his tongue play with her toe as
he sucked and nibbled gently at each one. Her hand went to the crotch
of her shorts and she pulled the crotch aside and let him see her white
triangle with the dark hair shaved into the shape of a heart as her
fingers lazily stroked the top and sides of her pussy, the action
causing her clit to poke pinkly out of its hiding place. Roger's face
became contorted with pain as his cock, finally becoming so large that
his jock couldn't contain it, sprang from the top of his running shorts
to poke nearly up to his nipples hidden under his tank top.
"That's quite some cock you have. Do you think it would all fit in
my pretty little pussy?", she questioned as Roger continued to stare at
her face while licking her toes.
Just then they heard Dave returning to the patio, all scrubbed and
dressed for school. "Can I take the GTO today?", he asked as his
father tried to hide his erection under his shirt. "Sure, OK, take
anyone you want. And you don't have to hurry home after school. Stay
out as long as you like."
As Dave walked back into the house, Roger asked if Gigi wanted to
take a bath in the hot tub. "But I don't have a suit!" she exclaimed.
"You won't need one since the tub is on my private patio." As they
walked into the house and up to his room, Roger didn't comment on the
fact that, other than a limp from walking with one shoe on and one off,
Gigi wasn't showing any signs of pain. When they got to the bedroom,
Roger closed and locked the door, making sure than neither the maid nor
the butler would disturb them. He quickly stripped and stood with his
15 inch cock standing proudly erect, its weight making it stand nearly
horizontal as its pink eye looked directly at her. She removed her top
and pants and then sat down to remove her shoes. When she looked up,
he had moved closer and his cock head was within easy reach of her
mouth. She reached up and placed her hand around the shaft just under
the head and pulled gently so that he stepped forward and his cock
entered the wet warmth of her mouth, her tongue licking the head.
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