Marty stroked her midriff for a few moments, then stroked her bare legs, allowing his hand to drift underneath the loose-legged running shorts. She thought, for a moment, that he was going to reach all the way to her ass-cheeks, but he stopped just short. Then he gently stroked her sides and the portion of her tummy that was covered by the tee shirt. It all felt good, but his fingers were getting dangerously close to her breasts. What if he touched them? How would she extricate herself from this situation? Was it her imagination, or was he breathing rapidly, as if he were very aroused. He had stopped talking....