Brenda woke up and groggily made her way into Bill’s fishing room.

She never thought she’d go for a guy with a passion for fishing, but whenever Bill talked about it, she just found it so fascinating to listen, especially when he showed her his lures. The shimmery, iridescent bits of metal were just so interesting to watch as Bill went on and on about how they catch a fish’s attention, pulling them along until they were hooked.

In fact, that’s what Brenda was doing now. Just sitting on the couch and zoning out, watching Bill’s collection of lures sparkling in the morning sun, reflecting dazzling arrays of rainbow light around the room.

“Well, good morning, my little goldfish!” Bill said, wandering into the room. “Having your early morning meditation time, I see?”

“Uh-huh…” Brenda said, her head a little fuzzy. “I love the way these things sparkle in the morning.”

“I know, especially this one, right?” Bill held up a large silver oval on a thin, monofilament fishing line, the slightly curved surface twisting and twirling with its feathery tassels on the bottom. “You love staring at this one, don’t you?”

“Yeah…I love staring at that one,” Brenda repeated, her eyes focused on the shiny lure he held just above her head.

“You like the pretty rainbow that it makes, don’t you?”

“Yes…pretty rainbow…” Brenda said, with a soft, content smile.

“You could look at it all day…” Bill said. Brenda nodded along before Bill whipped the lure away.

“But now, it’s time for your morning jog!” He said, pointing to the clock on the wall. Brenda shook her head, snapping back to awareness.

“Oh! Baby! I need to go for my morning jog! You don’t mind making breakfast, do you?”

Bill waved his hands. “Of course! Not at all, you enjoy your run!”

He held up the lure.

“And make sure you wear your running suit I got you,”

“Yeah…” Brenda said, her eyes sliding back to the lure. “I think I’ll wear my running suit.”

She got up and ran to her closet, throwing on the spandex one-piece that conformed to her tight butt and thighs. The top half fit snugly over her bust, giving her the support she needed while leaving her back bare except for a few straps that crossed over her café-colored skin. The suit was a blue-silver but glimmered with hidden iridescent shades that changed depending on the angle of the light.

Kinda like a fishing lure.

Brenda stretched out her calves and glutes and made her way to the back porch. She was lucky that Bill lived next to a community park where a lot of early morning joggers took advantage of the quiet running trails that ran under the nearby grove of maple trees.

She plopped on her running shoes and bounced a little to warm up, feeling her boobs jiggling in the spandex top. She turned and quickly gave her boyfriend a kiss.

“I’m gonna want sausage and eggs when I get back,” she said. “I’ll probably take about a half hour.”

“Sounds great, baby! Just remember…” he held up the lure again. “Try not to act too slutty on your run.”

“Mmm…no…” Brenda said with a far away look.

“Okay, then. Off you go!” said Bill.

Brenda bounced away down the running track, her new running shoes cushioning her ever step, making it feel like the ground was made of elastic. She always loved her early morning jogs. They did such wonders to clear her head. The steady rhythm of her feet hitting the ground, setting the beat for her controlled inhales and exhales.

And she couldn’t argue that it had done wonders for her figure. She loved the way she could feel her butt bouncing with every step, and she could only imagine what that looked like from behind in her tight, shimmering jogging suit.

Brenda was lost in her own world, passing by seniors and families without a second thought. Then, up ahead, she caught a glimpse of a young jogger coming back from a 5K loop, his shirt ripped off and sweat pouring down his chiseled abs. She didn’t hide her admiration and gave him a lascivious wiggle of her eyebrows, smiling at him.

The guy did a double-take, probably not used to other joggers shooting him flirtatious looks first thing in the morning. He tried to keep his eyes away, but Brenda’s tits bouncing around in her shimmering top caught his attention. His head turned helplessly as he passed her. Brenda smiled and kept jogging, not hearing the man’s footsteps turn around and fall in step behind her.

A few minutes later, Brenda passed a tall woman with large dark eyes and long, shapely legs in a pink pair of yoga pants. Before he could stop herself, Brenda puckered her lips and made eyes with the svelte woman. The woman batted her long eyelashes, clearly taken off guard, and kept running, only to swing in a wide arc and circle back behind Brenda, keeping pace with the male jogger with his eyes riveted to Brenda’s bouncing butt.

Brenda followed the trail in the loop around the turtle pond and was nearly back at Bill’s doorstep when two co-eds, an athletic blond and her buxom friend with frizzy hair, rounded the bend in front of them. Brenda smiled at them, running her tongue over her top teeth. The women glanced at her, their conversation derailed as they filed behind her, their dazed eyes captured by the shimmering, iridescent patterns of her jogging suit.

The group jogged up to Bill’s doorstep, Brenda leading the crowd of captivated joggers behind her. She slowed down to a walk, making sure she stretched her legs out, letting her hips swing from side to side. She stopped in front of Bill’s back porch, pumping her legs in place as the lactic acid drained from her thighs.

“Oh! Back already?” Bill said, sliding open the back door. “And my, my! What a catch we have today!” He said with a grin, looking over the four dazed joggers as they swayed in place to the beat of Brenda’s hips. “Great job, my little lure!”

“Thanks, sweetie!” Brenda said, stretching her arms, thrusting out her tits. “I love meeting new friends on my runs!”

“That’s a very good goldfish!” Bill said, taking out four bright, shiny lures. He gave one to each of the joggers, closing their unresisting fingers around the fishing line and lifting their arms for them, so that the sparkling ornaments hung just above their faces, swaying in the breeze.

“You go get some breakfast while I have a little talk with our new friends here,” Bill instructed. “Then, I think we might have to wash off our catch.”

“Yay!” Brenda squealed, “Group shower time! I love it!”

She walked in and sat down to a plate of sausage, eggs, and coffee. She didn’t think she’d ever be the kinda of girl who’d get so enthusiastic about early morning jogs, but now that Bill had explained how fun it could be, she was truly hooked.