"We should really go for a nice cool down run through the park first..."

"Why don't you join me for a bit of a jog through the park?" You bite your lip as you feel James's cock press unsubtlely once more against your back, his fingers as-unsubtlely slipping the straps of your sports bra off your shoulders. You step forward, pulling away, turning to face him with a friendly smile.

He returns it and nods. "I could go for that." He shrugs, motioning toward the door. "Shall we?"

You lick your lips, following him out. Already limber, if sore, from biking at the gym, you both step into an easy stride. He slows, falling behind you as you immediately head off the main path onto a narrow trail. He coughs pointedly, as if to get your attention, and you glance back.

He's slipped the front of his shorts down, and his long shirt is dangling loosely around his exposed cock, bouncing as he jogs, grinning, behind you. You **** down a giggle, shaking your head and looking back forward.

A second later, he bounds past you, looking back as you give him a questioning look. He lifts the back of his shirt, tugging down on his shorts, baring his nicely toned cheeks to you. You laugh freely this time as he jogs, hanging onto the dangling shorts with one hand, keeping his ass bared.

You look around. You're well into the woods now, and you can't hear any voices. You bite your lip, reaching your fingers under your shirt, hooking them under your sports bra. It's your turn to cough pointedly, and when he looks back you tug your top up and over your breasts, bursting into laughter and letting them bounce freely as you continue your gentle pace down the trail.

Before you can finish maneuvering your top back into place, he skids to a stop in front of you next to a sign. Forward to the soccer fields, backwards to the main trail. He immediately drops his shorts, boxers and all, stepping out and picking up the underwear. He carefully hangs it on the sign, his long shirt giving away his hard cock underneath it. He tugs back on his shorts, flashes a smile, then speeds off.

You look around, biting your lip again. Nervously, you tug down your shorts, stepping out of them. Standing holding them in your panties, you look nervously down both ends of the trail as he rounds a corner out of sight, then push them off too. You hang your panties opposite his boxers, the hem of your shirt much higher than his was as it rides up the small of your back, your bare ass and smooth crotch totally bared to the empty forest. You hurriedly climb back into your shorts, speeding after James.

You catch up quickly with his slow pace, and pass in front of him, slipping down the rear of short shorts, sporting your panty-free butt. Butt still bared, he slides up beside you, an arm around your waist, pulling you to him in a sudden, unexpected kiss. You stand there, lips locked, butt bared, the forest around you.

As soon as you pull away and finally exhale, you grin and leap at his shorts, tugging them to the ground before turning and sprinting away.

He catches you more quickly than you expected, pulling up beside you as you come out onto the main path alongside the soccer fields.

"You know, if we're going to go one piece of clothing at a time, you really have an unfair advantage here." He says.

"Ya, you are pretty dumb." You nod, grinning as a patch of trees passes between you and the drunken college kids playing a football game in the field. You stop, looking down the trail. With the curve here around the edge of the field and the trees, you're in a fairly isolated little corner. "Okay." You grin, biting your lip once more. "But you hafta be naked while I take my bra off." You raise an eyebrow.

His shirt flies off his head and his shorts fall to the ground in an instant. "Done." He smiles, eyes wide. You shake your head, stifling a laugh at his enthusiasm.

Conceding, you tug your shirt off, looking back nervously before your sports bra comes off too. You pull the shirt back down into place, the thin material hiding nothing to anyone close enough to tell. You step off the trail, tossing the bra at a tree branch, where it completely fails to catch on a stray twig. A few jump shots later, your breasts bouncing wildly under your shirt, and you manage to get it over the branch.

Suddenly, you hear the sound of bicycle tires coming around the corner, and look back to find him in just a shirt as a biker zooms up. He passes by, you both staring, frozen, at each other. Facing you, the obvious erection under James' shirt is just out of view of the biker, and the shirt is long enough that, you know, maybe he's just wearing short shorts.

You grin and he shrugs, just as three more bikes zoom by. You start laughing as his eyes go wide, but the bikers pay no attention to him.

"The can't even tell!" You shake your head in disbelief.

"I think they were just too busy staring at your tits." He smirks, walking up next to you, still bottomless.

"You gonna put that on?" You laugh.

"Ummm..." He holds it up, standing next to you. "Nah." James shrugs, tossing it deftly into the tree, catching on the first try. "Well?" He grins.

"Oh my god..." You grin, aghast. You shake your head in disbelief. "I can't believe you!" You smack at his chest playfully. "I can't possibly get away with what you just did!"

"Like anyone would complain!" He smirks. "Let's have'em off." He holds out a hand, and you roll your eyes. He's right. You've gotta lose'em.