A thin smile spread across Kim’s freckled face.

“Get out of here so I can change.” she tried to sound as mean as possible, but it only made Dean laugh again.

“Alright alright!” Dean said in between chuckles as he put his hands up in mock surrender. “Meet me outside when you’re ready and we’ll get in our 10 miles.”

Kim watched longingly as Dean walked out of the bus, picturing herself running her hands up and down his muscled back and through his sun-bleached blonde hair. She would run her hands down his chiseled abs and under the elastic band of his shorts and over his hard, erect rod… Kim shook the thought out of her head and bounced out of the stiff bed; it was hard to run when you’re wet and horny.

Kim dug into her suitcase and pulled out her green training bra; it was her favorite. It fit her medium-sized breasts perfectly, holding them tightly to her chest as she ran but also breathed nicely and whisked the sweat away from her tits. The green color also matched her eyes, making them pop out from under her blonde bangs. She hoped that Dean would like the top as much as she did. She could already feel her nipples harden under the tight top, as if in protest against its snug fit.

Kim threw on a white pair of running shorts that showed off her toned legs and then put her long hair into a ponytail. She checked herself out in the mirror, turning around to make sure her perky ass looked nice, and smiled. If Dean didn’t want this then he had to be gay. She gave herself a playful slap on her ass cheek and strode out of the bus.