Thanks to eltree whose 'Mailgirls on the Run' series is the inspiration for this story which runs parallel to it. eltree gave his blessing for me to publish this story and provided helpful suggestions.
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Jen loved the physical part of running. She loved the feel of her legs and arms moving together in sync, her heart beating faster, and the air moving deeply into her lungs as her chest expanded. Birds, wildlife, and outdoor scents, added to her pleasure when she ran on trails through the woods and fields. That energized feeling from a morning run stayed with her for hours, even as she sat at her reception desk working on her computer and answering the telephone.
A twenty-three-year-old only child, she had an entry-level job and was in no hurry to leave her family home where she lived rent-free. Besides, her parents liked having someone living in the house when they went to Florida for a couple of weeks every winter, and away somewhere closer on a few weekend getaways each year.
The other part of running she loved was watching the bodies of other runners. People she ran with on her high-school cross-country team a few years ago, had dressed conservatively. Now when she ran in club races, the women and the men usually wore just a sleeveless t-shirt and shorts. Some women wore only a sports bra on top, and she was one of those women. She blushed when guys told her she looked great in her skimpy running togs.
Jen didn't think she was a true exhibitionist, one who might like to shock unsuspecting people, but she liked to be naked. If her parents were away for the weekend, she would sometimes enjoy a whole day inside the house without any clothes.
It was so sensual to feel soft leather against her bare skin when she sat in a recliner in the TV room to read. Walking around in bare feet, she noticed how the carpet felt different to the hardwood and to the tile. It was something she didn't consciously notice when she wore shoes or slippers. As she walked, she was more aware of the movement of her breasts and her butt. When cooking in the kitchen, if she reached for something on a high shelf, she would feel the cool edge of the marble countertop against her belly. Opening the door of the fridge, gave her a chill as the cold air inside washed over her body.
They seldom had deliveries or spontaneous visitors, but it was exciting for her to think about having to hide out of sight of the little window in the front door, if someone rang the doorbell and peeked inside to see if anyone was home.
She also enjoyed the thrill and feeling of being naked when she lay in the backyard of her parents' house. There were thick hedges on all three sides and only the rooftops of some nearby houses were visible. She sometimes wore her bikini, sometimes just wrapped herself in a towel, and when she was feeling really daring, she just walked out into the backyard, naked.
No one was likely to disturb her, but one day, the kids in an adjoining backyard came looking for a frisbee that had flown over the hedge and she was glad she had her towel that day.
Much of the yard was in shade late in the day, but there was one area that stayed sunny. On sunny, warm summer afternoons, when she came home an hour or two before her parents, she'd enjoy the warm heat of the sun and the whisper of a breeze caressing her nude body. Jen liked the way she looked. She was five-foot-five-inches tall, with firm 34B breasts and collar-length blonde hair. Her nipples and small areolas were the colour of pink coral. Her inner labia were that same shade of pink, and they delicately folded into one another like the ridges of a scallop shell, where they peeked out from between her outer labia.
She loved the exciting tingle between her thighs when she lay on a big towel on the grass with her legs apart, so the sun's rays could start to get her hot. Stretching her arms up above her head, she was aware of the faint scent of her underarms. Sometimes, she'd touch her arms, her sides, and chest with feather-light fingertips that would make her nipples tingle. She'd touch her breasts with both hands before sliding her right hand down to use the same feather-touch on her pussy.
First, she'd move her fingers in delicate circles, some fast and some slow, then she'd slide one finger along the dampness of her inner labia, and then a second finger as she became wet. She'd bring her fingers to her lips to taste her moisture. Her clit became very sensitive as she circled it with her wet fingers. Tingles would spread from her pussy, one wave at a time, up and down her legs, until her whole body was vibrating. Her breath would become deep and ragged, she'd close her eyes and she'd make little sounds, holding them tightly, so no one else would hear her. Then, with just a few more touches of her fingertips, she'd shake with several pulses of a gentle orgasm throughout her body, as she arched her back. All the time she was masturbating, she was listening for the sound of the automatic garage door, to be sure she wasn't discovered by either her mom or her dad arriving home.
What she hadn't done, at least not yet, was go naked where other people could see her. She had seen some streakers when she was away at college, and thought it was very exciting, but never had the nerve to try it herself. A boyfriend at college, who liked photography, told her how beautiful she was and tried, on several occasions, to get her to pose nude for his camera club, or even just for him, but she had refused.
A nude beach was one option, but she didn't want to go alone and didn't think any of her hometown friends were adventurous enough to go with her. She also fantasized about being one of the painted cyclists in the 'Fremont Solstice Parade'. She'd seen online photos and videos of nude cyclists artistically painted as animals or cartoon characters. She imagined herself there, being cheered on by the big crowds along both sides of the streets. Jen could paint her face to be anonymous, but Seattle was on the other side of the country, and the cost of a flight was beyond her budget. Going to San Francisco for the 'Bay to Breakers' run was also too much money.
She'd considered naked bike rides closer to home, but nothing really seemed right. Many of the bike photos on the internet were knees-spread crotch shots and that had no appeal to her. She preferred athletic bodies in motion as they ran, and the less clothing the better.
