For what felt like days, Jen tried to free herself from her rooted spot. Exhausted mentally and physically from her ordeals she had already suffered that day, she didn't make much progress. She had tears in her eyes as she feebly tried to free herself from her predicament.
"C'mon...please..." she murmured, still unable to pull herself free of her shoes. Just when she thought she was making a bit of progress, she heard a sound coming from down the street; the rhythmic footfalls of a person jogging. "Oh no..." she said, praying that the person would just keep going and ignore her.
The jogger in question came into Jen's view, and to her dismay, stopped directly in front of her. The jogger was a gorgeous older woman, probably in her mid twenties. She had her long, silky blonde hair up in a practical ponytail, and her smooth skin was drenched in sweat. Her ample D Cup breasts were encased in a bright pink sports bra, her large heart shaped butt in similarly colored pair of athletic shorts, topped off with bright pink sneakers to boot. The outfit exposed a great deal of the athletic woman's skin, shimmering with sweat. The woman, stopping to take a breath, reached for a water bottle clipped to her waist, then groaned in annoyance when she realized it was empty. The woman, still breathing heavily, looked around for a moment before her bright green eyes met Jen's. Jen had a moment of hope, praying that the woman recognized her, that she might save her from this nightmare.
Instead, the woman smiled, revealing a set of bright white teeth, and said "Perfect." Before Jen could say a word, the woman stepped towards her, and grabbed Jen's exposed breast, Jen squealing as the woman twisted her nipple. Then several things happened at once. First, Jen felt a pressure growing, first in her stomach, then rapidly moving up to her neck. Before she knew what was happening, her mouth was forced open, as a small stream of ice cold water started shooting out of her mouth. Jen tried to scream, but not sound came out except a dull moan. Then, to Jen's horror, the woman clamped her mouth over Jen's, sucking down the stream of water, gulping it down with haste. Jen struggled weakly under the woman, squirming as this complete stranger essentially made out with her, her hand still firmly clamped on her breast, lips locked with her's as she drank down gulp after gulp.
Jen felt the women's sweaty body against her's, her hand on breast, her mouth on hers. Part of her felt disguted and violated, but another part seemed to...enjoy it? She had always thought of herself as straight, but, despite herself, she felt a twinge of arousal from the situation. Maybe she was just exhausted and wasn't thinking straight, but she couldn't deny the feelings she was getting.
After what felt hours but was closer to a few seconds, the woman stopped, pulling her mouth away from Jen's. Jen gasped for air as soon as she was free, but no sooner did she take a breath then the woman twisted her nipple yet again, and another cold stream shot out of Jen's mouth. This time, the woman used the stream to fill her water bottle. When that was done, she finally released her breast, which was now swore and swollen. Jen sputtered for air, coughing and inhaling in a daze. The woman, of course, didn't notice, and clipped her bottle back to her waist before checking her phone. With a satisfied look on her face, she said "3 miles...I think I've earned a little break."
No sooner had Jen regained her composure she suddenly found she has lost control of her body. Against her will, her legs buckled beneath her, and she landed on all fours. Baffled by this, Jen had no idea had what happened, when suddenly, the athletic woman took a seat on her, resting her ample behind directly on Jen's back. Jen felt as though she would collapse at any moment, her arms and legs quivering with fatigue, but some force seemed to keep her upright, helpless as the woman settled in, shifting herself to a more comfortable position, wiggling her well toned butt across Jen's naked back as she began checking her phone.