On Sunday, Maggie cuts the liner out of the faux plaid flannel running skirt. It fits tight, and she plans on wearing it next weekend when Will will ask her to run up the logging road again. In fact, she's going to wear it on Monday at lunch as a prelude, a tease, to make him want to ask her again.
She can't get it out of her head, and she's nothing but wet and horny replaying the scene again and again.
That he was so beautiful, and so sexy, and the fact that he was stroking his massive cock. It glistened in the sun with sweat, muscles rippling, back arching, erection stiff and backlit against the blue sky.
And she's so horny thinking about it. She can't keep her fingers off herself.
They go running that Monday at lunch.
They meet in the usual place and Maggie is wearing the running skirt with no liner. She's commando, and it makes her feel so naughty, and makes her so incredibly wet. Especially since there's so many people on the running path at noon. She feels like everyone can see through her skirt. She's careful not to let it ride up too far.
After a mile or so, Maggie asks, "So have you ever run in the nude? You know and not told anyone?"
Will looks at her sideways as they run, but doesn't say anything.
"I think I'd like to try it." Maggie continues. "Would you go for it if I did it?"
Will smiles at her, "I might."
"Then it's a date this weekend. Naked running." She steals a sideways glance at him, and stops near a park bench. She makes sure she's facing him and brings her foot up to re-tie her running shoe. Her skirt hikes up and she makes sure Will gets a good look.
She can't see his eyes beneath his sunglasses, but she can tell, he saw.
"You might like what you see." She finishes. "You know, this weekend."
"Oh," Will grins as they start running again. "I'm sure I will."
Friday night after work, she's in the shower, shaving her landing strip. She takes a little more off each side until it's not a landing strip anymore, now it's just a patch. She pauses, looks at herself, legs partially parted, and rinses the razor. With two careful swipes she's bald.
She rinses off and steps out. She towels off and looks at her work in the mirror. She hasn't had the prepubescent look since...puberty. She runs her hand across her lower belly to her newly shaved skin. She touches her clit, runs her fingers lightly across her lips, and feels herself swell. She's surprised how smooth it all is, how clean and good it feels. She thinks about Will's shaved, smooth, hard cock entering her to the hilt, filling her up until she gasps and he withdraws his length just to the tip and then plunges back in again.
She rubs her clit in a circle, dips a finger inside. She's so wet. She's so horny. She figures she'll just play with herself just for a few minutes, but she'll save herself for tomorrow.
But she can's stop, and soon she's in the bedroom on the bed, still naked. Her legs are spread, and she's working two fingers in and out of her slit while the other fingers work her clit. Around and around until her head is tipped back and she's moaning and she knows she's got that same pre orgasm look that Will had last weekend.
She grabs her hairbrush and she inserts the handle. The rubber nubs feel good against the inside of her slick vagina. She presses against that magic spot and watches herself in the mirror against the opposite wall. The vision is so hot, so sensual, that she can't help herself, and soon she's coming in waves and she's soaking the bed as she squirts and squirts. She can't stop. She's releases a tidal wave of fluid.
She sets the hairbrush aside and just works her clit. Her other hand massages her breasts. Fingers pinch and twist her nipples. She's close again. She reaches over into the nightstand and gets out her rabbit. It's purple, phallic shaped with a rotating head and internal beads. It's got ears that vibrate.
She slides it in, turns it on and screams out loud....
*****
Maggie sets two alarms and gets to the logging road before Will.
It's already hot this morning. Maggie has the plaid skirt on and a white top. She's got her hair in pigtails. She bought white compression socks and she has them pulled to just below her knees.
Will laughs at her.
"That's a great Catholic School Girl outfit, but I though we were going to run naked?" He asks her.
She pulls up her skirt and flashes him her shaved pussy.
"Oh we are."
He slides off his shirt so he's only in a pair of shorts and his shoes.
Without further conversation, they hop over the gate and run up the gravel. Once out of sight of the road. Maggie stops.
"You first." She says to him. "Off with the shorts."
He shakes his head, "I don't think so. You first."
She grins at him pulls her bra top off exposing her breasts. Her nipples go instantly hard. She eyes the package in his shorts and slides the skirt off so she's standing bare assed naked in front of him, save her shoes and compression socks.
"Wow." Will says to her. "You're gorgeous with your clothes on. With them off, you're even more beautiful."
She blushes, points at his shorts, then directs, "Off with them."
"You kind of gave me some swelling down there," he says.
"And you're making me wet." She responds. "Are we going to do this or not?"
Will slides his shorts off, releasing his cock. She admires him. He's so big, and if she wanted to, she felt like he'd let her touch him now. But she waits. He's semi hard, and he grows to full length in front of her.
"I'm kind of embarrassed," he says to her.
"Let's go." She snatches his shorts from his hand and runs up the road.
"Hey!" he yells at her and follows.
She gets around the first corner and sees a fallen log on the side of the road. She sets all of their clothes behind the log and takes several running steps away so he can't see where they went.
He sees her without any of the clothes.
"What did you do with them?" he asks.
