The ice cream parlour

After throwing a few ideas around in her head - the park, the gym, her college - Valerie settled on the ice cream parlour a few blocks away. It was only a ten minute walk, she knew, so running there and back wouldn't make her too sweaty. It was only a small place, too; enough people for a first time streak, but not so many that she'd feel overwhelmed. Grinning to herself, Valerie stepped out of her front yard and onto the pavement.

Almost immediately there was a crack of something underfoot.

Valerie lifted her leg, and was surprised to see a small toy broken on the ground. It looked like a die-cast green frog, about the size of her thumb; the sort that would normally cause a great deal of pain to bare feet. Valerie, however, hadn't felt a thing. She felt a little thrill of pleasure. She'd forgotten her shoes, which meant that she was completely, 100% bare naked outdoors!

She walked down the typically suburban street upon which her family lived. White-picked fences lined the road on either side, the neatly manicured lawns shaded by the tall trees that intermittently sat between the sidewalk and the road. The calm tranquillity of it all usually calmed Valerie whenever she walked down it, but undressed as she was the silence was causing her nerves to stand on edge. Her eyes darted frantically from lawn to lawn, door to door, window to window, trying to find some sign of somebody watching her. When she'd gone to get the paper and Mr Anderson had seen her, she'd been embarrassed but knew that safety was only a door away. This was different. She felt exposed and ****. She kept her hands at her sides, refusing to cover up, although unconsciously her hands had balled into fists. Somewhere deep down it probably made her feel safer.

As she walked, she noticed not only how much her breasts bounced as she walked but also her behind. Her flat feet on the pavement caused a ripple of movement with every step she took. She was suddenly beginning to realise how much the soles of her shoes softened that impact.

Finally she reached the intersection where her street met that of a bigger road. So far, she hadn't seen anyone and assumed that nobody had seen her. The bigger road was different, though. It was a lot wider, and she knew from experience that it saw a lot more traffic. There was less protection from the houses, too; the end houses of each street had a thick, head-height hedge blocking out the noise of the main street. That meant there were no lawns she could jump in to, or cars to hide behind; just open streets and solid green walls. In the distance, further down the main street, she could just see the line of stores that served the local neighbourhood; a Laundromat, a small general store, a hairdressers... and the ice cream parlour.

Valerie broke into a jog at this point, her arms pumping at her sides as her feet pounded down the sidewalk. Her breasts began to bounce move even more wildly. She heard the rev of a car engine, and the honk of a horn - she didn't know if it was aimed at her, but she felt her face redden.

As she was nearing the next intersection down, a woman in her forties stepped out of the side street and onto the main. Her gaze immediately moved towards the figure running towards her. Their eyes locked. Embarrassed by the wild bouncing of her chest, Valerie felt herself slow down to a walk and then stopped dead.

She stood there, staring dumbly at the woman, unsure what to say.