Abby looked around her room, just after waking up, looking around for a moment to think of what she was going to wear for todayās early-morning jog. She was still nude, and, for a moment, smiled as she thought that that was enough to jog in today. She had plenty to show, after all, with her perky breasts and perfect body; she had nearly every male in the county drooling after her already!
She smiled as she eliminated this thought; as much fun as it seemed, she was not the kind to do such a thing; the least she had ever worn, besides her two-piece bikini, was shorts and a fairly small T-shirt. She looked around again, and then moved to her dresser, moving to the bottom drawer, bending over to open it, showing the mirror behind her her perfect ass. She smiled as she glanced back at it, then reached into the drawer to take out a pair of underwear, then smiled impishly as she put it back; she was in the mood to make a new record low for clothes. She would still wear something, of course⦠just no undergarments.
She moved to the closet, where she kept most of her clothes, and pulled out a T-shirt that stopped just above her naval, and put it on. She looked into the mirror, and smiled at her own figure, but trying to find imperfections at the same time. She looked back into the closet, and reached clear in the back (once again showing the mirror a wonderful view), then pulled out the smallest, tightest pair of spandex shorts she had. She put them on (which took a while, as they were two full sizes below her), and then looked at the mirror again. She looked at her blonde hair, which did not have to be brushed, and then decided to give her own body an evaluation.
She started at her feet, which were rather small, but perfectly manicured and with no impurities whatsoever. She then went up to her lower leg, which had rather large muscles on them; not so large as to be ugly, but more like the kind of legs most women only wish they have. Then she went to her thighs, which had about the same look to them as her lower leg, except larger. Then she moved up a small amount more, imaging her finely cut pubic hairs, and seeing her pussy through her deliberate ācamel toeā. She smiled as she remembered the one time she had actually āusedā that pussy, then went back to the rest of her body. She had a tight, slim, sexy stomach and perky, medium-sized breasts. She then looked at her own face, which had no impurities whatsoever (just like the rest of her body) except a few freckles, which very few people even considered impurities. She had a beautiful face, with bright green eyes and luscious lips, along with her almost perfect teeth. She then looked at her brown, smooth, shoulder-length hair, then moved back down a bit to look at her arms. Her upper arm had slight muscles, but held quite a bit of power; she could take on just about any average man, and beat the living daylights out of him. Her forearm was sleek and smooth, and ended by her agile, and petite, hands. She looked at herself once again; she may not be much in size (about 5ā4ā), but she was in better health than anyone she knew. She smiled once again as she removed her camel toe (which instead made the shorts climb into the crack of her ass; not an entirely unpleasant feeling, and it showed it off more, so she left it as it was).
She moved out of her bedroom finally, then walked through the living room of her apartment, then half jogged through her apartment building. She realized with slight glee that with every step, her breasts bounced pleasingly; today was going to be fun!
She moved to the end of the sidewalk, then turned left, toward the old park. She was going to go through this to go to town; there wouldnāt be many people in the park this early, and she was in the mood to be⦠seen.
In about ten minutes, she moved into the park, then slowed down a little; it was a little⦠quiet. Usually, there would at least be a bird singing, even this early, but today, there was nothing. She shrugged it off, and then moved back to her original speed. About halfway through the park, however, she had to come to a complete stop; there was a rather large, thick tree in the way, and no detour around it, as either side of it was surrounded by thick trees, barely big enough for a child to fit through. She sighed as she looked for the smallest part of the tree, which was near the bottom, just before most of the branches began. She looked around for something she could use for a boost, but found nothing, so she just reached both hands up into the tree, and found handholds big enough to use to pull herself up. As she began her first step up the tree, the spandex almost immediately found its way back into her slit; she wasnāt expecting this, and it felt very good. She nearly lost her grip when she felt this, but kept going anyway; it wouldnāt be a big fall, but it could still hurt. As she started the other leg up, she heard a small *rip* from behind her, then, even though she knew no one was around, she began blushing and climbing faster, quickly reaching the top of the tree. She looked around, then saw a thin path through the forest; she walked down the trunk of the tree to it.