A deep inhale, smell of pines and nature bringing back memories.
It's been quite a while since she's been experiencing this forest like that.
Situated just a few minutes walk outside her town, most of what she'd take in from the forest is the scenery when driving.
Back as a pup she used to visit this piece of landscape frequently.
It was...freedom. Being away from home, expanding your reach, that sort of adventure.
When you grow older though, much of that special feeling fades to be replaced with thoughts like "it's there".
No longer is there something special about it.
But one thing that remained is that smell. It was fresh, lively; true.
So different from a city. No exhaust fumes, no artificial scents, just you and nature.
To a certain degree it made her feel drawn into a different realm. Made her feel like a tribal wolf. One with nature.
Jacki blows air through her nostrils as a smile curls her lips. Loincloth sure would look hot on her, a thought crosses her mind.

Even when nature is all around, it is no completely untouched forest. A wide path shows her where to go.
Wide enough for vehicles, but just a smooth, soft road. It's mere existence is made out of crushed stone. Kind of reddish or brown in nature, sure mixed with mud and forest soil underneath. You can see someone really thought of a way to make it look "natural". The path Jacki jogs on feels refreshingly smooth and cool against her hindpaws.
Only here and there a rather pointy stone piece makes her feel uncomfortable. But most of the covering is actually feeling nice against your paws. Good thing about this road: it cushions your step.

It's still morning...ish, but even now you can feel this is going to be a hot day of summer. Weather's been rather uncomfortable this year. Much too hot for Germany. But what can a wolf do about it?
Never ever has Jacki been visiting this foret for a run before. She did drive along this road by bike when she was younger, but jogging? Nope. Why she started with it just now? Good question.
Expecting this to make her quite sweaty, Jacki decided to put on her black spandex shorts and a green sports top to match. Keeps your boobs in shape, no matter how big or small. And having saggy tits...no way!
Such a shame many young women don't pay attention to this fact...ah well, when everyone's tits are looking 20 years older, hers will just be fine and firm and perky still.

That's not the only reason she chose her attire just like that today. Okay, black is not the best color to make it quite obvious, but she's feeling a bit frisky today and therefor, clumsy wolfy, "forgot" her panties at home.
If someone will pass by and notice her cameltoe? What will they think? Will they think something like "What a slut!" or maybe something like "Fuck, I wanna lap those lips so hard through those sweaty shorts!" - exciting!
On top of that, this might even get her out of the house more often and do something about her health and fitness.
If that's not a bonus.

Sadly, today seems pretty quiet. Jacki sighs "Well, just my luck doing this during the week when normal people work." Her eyes are fixed on the path ahead, breathe steady, but harder than a trained, sporty person. Then it happened.
Just...oh no, mother and child. She never thought about that to happen. Jacki's cheeks flushed hot as she ponders what to do. Turn around and run back? No, somewhat strange. Taking a break and a sit on the ground? Nuh, that would also be wiered. Jogging on and acting like everything's normal? Yeah, that will work. Better greet them to make it even more unsuspicious. Phew, that worked out perfectly. No one noticed. Or is it just that unnoticable. After they passed and got out of sight, Jacki stops. No one around. Her heart was racing, her body sweaty just like her clothing. She can feel the moisture concentrating below her arms, between her breasts, at the line where the top hugs below them, between her cheeks and her crotch. She reaches for it. It does feel like a pretty obvious cameltoe. Nice, smooth cloth, the sweat making it even more smooth. A gentle stroke, one finger sinks between those covered lips, two other fingers squeeze her lips against that finger. Mnhr...
She looks to the side. As expected the forest is rather thin here, but she might just know of a spot where it gets thicker. Diving deeper into the treeline would sure help her cause as well. We will see.

Just another 5 minutes and Jacki is just where she wanted to be. The forest seems to grow thicker, darker, more dense.
No one around? Perfect. Careful now, don't wanna step on sharp sticks.
Once Jacki is sure, her place is out of sight, she looks for a mossy patch and sinks to her knees.
Just pulling her spandex shorts down over her rear alone makes her feel tingly. Colth tickled between her heated, sweaty cheeks the moment she pulls them apart - wide and tail up. Mnh! What a sensation.
If someone caught her like that... she's unsure of what they might think. She could still try to convince them she couldn't make it to toilet in time. But her position and how her shorts were down speak otherwise.
Almost feels like the forest itself is tickling her pierced ring and having fun doing so.
What if... A quick glance to reassure no one is around still and Jacki lets out a groan. Her claw tickles her ring, teases it, circles it. Soon her fingertip circles it as well. Then a second one. Mnh. Fuck. Feels even better with this risk of getting caught. Her heart races, her body feels like it got even hotter. She has to do it. She has to finger herself.
Soon her fingers sink in, stretch her asshole and somehow cover it up in the process. The wolf sinks onto her free forearm, not caring about getting her fur dirty this instance. What a shame she didn't bring lube. Would have been tough to hide it on herself though. Maybe next time, somehow. For now: she looks around once more, everything's alright still.
Slowly she brings her fingers to her muzzle and without much thought, sucks them wet and sloppy. That bit of extra lubrication is just what her hungry hole needs right now. Back in her fingers go. *slick slick*

Such a naughty wolf. What a bitch...what a slut! Musky, sweaty slut! She enjoyed her fantasy. It makes her even more aroused. Being out, not wearing underwear, kneeling in the forest, fingering her asshole. So good.
Her fingers didn't reach deep. Her arms are rather short. It will have to do. After a while she feels this burning in her muscles, a burning she knows quite well. Repeating that one motion over and over, forcing her fingers hard against herself like that. She can take it a while longer. Gosh. Yes. Eat that you dirty hole! You like that?
It sure does, she can feel how her loins tingle. She can feel how her pussy drools eagerly from not getting any.
She wants more. She wants it soaking through her spandex!
Jacki masturbates more frentic, determined to get that grool out. Fuck yes, she can feel how her pussy rubs against the inside of her shorts. It feels much smoother now, much slimier. Mnhrf. Just a tad more. Oh yes, that's it.
A small bead of clear "liquid" forms at her crotch, she pants hard while looking down between her legs.
It won't fall off, good. She wants more of it. Lewd sounds are filling the air around her. Her fingers keep fucking that eager hole. Finally, just at the brink of passing out from hard panting and with her muscles burning mad, she decides it will be enough. Her crotch feels very wet. She looks. Mnh..yes. A slimey, thick string of needy pussy juice hangs from her spandex crotch. Jacki needs a bit more time to catch her breathe, then wipe her fingers on the ground and finally jog on.
See how long that string will stay. Gotta jog with her legs spread wider, we don't want that string to cling to her legs now. Mnhrf, will someone notice? Part of her really hopes so...