4 PM was a good time for an outdoor workout; the sun was on its way down, but there was still enough daylight around to run without tripping over anything or getting bombarded by mosquitoes. Alex preferred working out outdoors to doing so in a gym; the air was fresher, there was a lot less noise pollution from workout equipment, and there were fewer prying eyes to worry about. The last gym Alex had a membership at had a big theft problem, too, her clothes would always go missing from her locked locker, and it was never her fresh clothes, it was always the sweaty ones. Normally, Alex would be flattered, but good and comfy athleticwear wasn’t cheap, and if they kept going missing it could bankrupt her.

Luckily for Alex, the local university wasn’t far and it had a big track that was open for anyone to use when there weren’t any sporting events. Alex was also able to keep her stuff in her car to prevent theft, which she couldn’t do even with a supposedly “secure” locker room. But none of those reasons could hold a candle to the main reason why she chose to workout at the university; flirting with the college guys. Sweaty college boys were full of spunk, and they were fun! The frat parties and late-night study sessions where Alex offered blowjobs as a stress reliever gave her part of the university experience that she missed out on by deciding to pursue a music career. A decision that she was getting closer and closer to regretting by the day.

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The tigress stretched her arms over her head and twisted her torso around as she stood on the running track. Her paws pressed against the rubber surface as she swiped on the smartwatch on her wrist to start recording her workout. The watch chimed and beeped as it started a five-second countdown. The tigress spent those five seconds doing final warmups; she ran her fingers along the waistband of her black dolphin shorts, shook her wrists, and checked the hair band holding her ponytail in place. She took in a deep breath through her nose as her watch chimed again and she kicked off her run around the big track.

Cardio was her least favorite exercise to do, but it did help work up a sweat. A rule of running cardio that Alex learned the hard way was that it was important to pace yourself. If you put all your energy into a short burst where you are running incredibly fast, you’ll end up exhausted in a matter of minutes and end up walking the rest of the distance while you tried to catch your breath. Speed wasn’t everything if you weren’t racing against others or trying to break records. So Alex ran at a moderate pace that was considerably faster than a jog, but not quite a sprint. This allowed her to make laps around the track without feeling spent. As she inched closer to her seventh, she started to feel the burn, and with her runner’s high wearing off faster than a caffeine drop-off, she slowed down to be just barely faster than a jog.

“Fuck, I hate cardio,” the tigress mumbled to herself as she wiped beads of sweat off her forehead. She really did hate it but luckily for her, she only had three more laps to go before she met the cardio requirements that she set for herself, and if she kept at her current pace, she’d be done in under ten minutes. She glanced at the watch on her wrist as she ran, cautiously watching her heart rate and blood-oxygen levels and adjusting her breathing accordingly. Her paws pitter-pattered against the rubberized track and kicked up bits of sediment and dirt as she made her strides. Normally, she’d have music playing as it helped make cardio a little more fun, but she forgot her earbuds at home. At least the weather was nice and there were hot athletic boys for her to gawk at as she ran.

While the local university was known for its football team, it also had what looked like a competitive frisbee team. Muscular dudes throwing around a disc and having a jolly good time doing so. Alex had never seen frisbee being played in any competitive manner before, so she was curious. She glanced to her left at the green grass field from time to time as she did her laps, watching as the group of around ten guys ran around trying to pass and catch the frisbee. Half of them wore shirts, while the other half were shirtless, which further caught Alex’s interest. She could be a simple girl like that sometimes; see shirtless hunky hotties; stare a little bit.

It took her a little under ten minutes to finish her remaining laps and bring her total count to ten. Once she came to a stop, she placed her hands on her knees and took a moment to catch her breath. After catching up with her breathing, she stood up, wiped the back of her hand on her sweaty forehead, and let out a sigh of relief. She was tired, sweaty, and gross, but she wasn’t going to head home just yet. The tigress turned on her heels to look toward the center of the track at the frisbee game. She then walked toward the field of grass in the middle but stopped just shy of stepping on the grass and sat herself down on the edge of the track. Letting out another sigh, the tigress watched as the frisbee team continued their game. She had no idea what the rules were or how the game was played, but the shirtless dudes, hoo boy the shirtless dudes. As she watched, Alex couldn’t help but imagine what they smelled like; sweat, for sure, but what about inside their pants? What did their sweaty dicks smell like? She often got horny after a workout, it was annoying, but she heard it was true for a lot of guys, too. Maybe one of the shirtless frisbee players would feel the same way and they could come to a sort of agreement. The more she watched, the thirstier she became, why didn’t she bring her water bottle out of her car with her?

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