A simple afternoon stroll becomes a game of cat and mouse as one friend can't resist the urge to pursue the other, drawn like a moth to a flame to her luscious, jean-clad ass. The chase is on, the pursuer's heart pounding in sync with each step, each sway of those hypnotic hips. The prey, unaware, leaves a trail of tantalizing glimpses of her underwear, the thrill of the chase heightening the hunter's anticipation, the promise of the catch.