A Short Adventure
My name is Kirsten, and, as I have mentioned before, I like to try to keep in shape by running, kickboxing, and biking. My efforts to tone up and lose some weight have been paying off. I'm down to about 128 to 130 lbs depending on time of day, and I'm feeling pretty good about how I look stark naked in the mirror.
I realize my last few stories have been fairly long and involved. It's like that at times; however, some of my adventures are pretty straightforward but still pretty exciting. This was one of those times.
I typically run on a greenway close to home. I generally go alone due to scheduling issues, although sometimes I get a friend like Melissa or Kevin to run with me. When I go out alone, I try to run at a reasonable times, not after dark for example, for safety reasons. I also carry my phone, although I don't really like to listen to music when I run. Just as a safety thing. But when I run alone, my mind tends to wander off in a more perverted direction at times.
That was the case on a recent Saturday afternoon a couple weeks ago. It was a beautiful day, not too hot, not too cold, no humidity, big puffy clouds in the sky. Melissa was busy, and Kevin begged off at the last minute. So I was alone, running and thinking about how my friends were missing out on a great day. As I begin to put in some distance, my thoughts drifted to my CarMax experience with Kevin. My daydreaming led to my becoming, well, more than a little aroused.
"Asshole." I muttered to myself thinking about how Kevin had backed out and how this was the perfect day for a little outdoor fun.
"I'll show him." I thought as I looked around for a good space to take a selfie.
A small river, more of a big creek in some areas, ran parallel to the paved greenway. I found a grassy spot near the water where a buffer of trees and brush provided some privacy a short distance from the trail. Looking around to make sure I was alone, I pulled my running shirt over my head and dropped it on the ground, leaving me standing in shorts and my sports bra. Being an exhibitionist, my nipples got hard at just the suggestion of being naked outside. I tried to pose in a suggestive way, but honestly, I suck at selfies, and I was struggling to get a good angle.
I was so caught up in trying to get the picture framed that I didn't hear someone walking on the bank around the bend in the river. I almost peed my pants when I heard him clear his throat, and I managed to drop my phone in the grass.
He looked embarrassed when I shot him an annoyed look.
"Hey, sorry about that." He stammered, "I just, well didn't want you to think I was spying on you or something weird."
I looked from his face to the grass where my phone was hiding momentarily forgetting that he had probably ben watching me strip off my shirt.
"...You need some help?" He asked carefully.
After the initial shock, I was fine. He was good looking, tall with dark hair, a nice shy smile. Wearing cargo shorts, he was carrying his shirt in his hands, his reasonably toned torso in full view.
Blushing, I managed a laugh, "Sure. It's gotta be right here somewhere."
I bent over and rustled through the grass as he came over to help me look. He glanced over at me sideways, "I'm Ian."
