Not Well

On the long stretch of road road that led to her house Renee kept jogging to conserve stamina, knowing this last obstacle was her last leg of her trek home. It was usually empty to her knowledge.

As Renee reached the sidewalk, she stopped briefly and looked to cross the street only to hear a woman's voice from her left.

"I remember college!" the woman said with a tone of amazement. Renee gasped and turned her head. It was a jogger, a woman maybe in her 30s. She was coming right at the young girl and was only about 10 feet away. The woman stopped in her tracks. "Don't you have some inkling of respect for yourself? Just kidding. Nice buns."

Renee at first was going to just run, but then had what she thought was a good idea. "Do you have any clothes I could borrow? Anything at all I could cover up with?" She then quickly dropped her hands down to her lower lips, exposing her breasts in a pushed up fashion, to the woman. Renee was failing to think clearly, and was really having a tough time keeping anything covered when in front of people. She felt the most embarrassed about being bottomless, so that's where she instinctually covered up first.

"I don't think those tanlines on your big ole boobs counts as cover, and my shirt would just burst on them!"

"P...please, your shorts?"

"I too am not wearing anything under these. Going commando feels great! What's wrong, Lose your nerve? Don't sweat it, you'll get it back." The jogger smirked as she swatted at Renee's open rear end resulting in a squeal from the teen.

"Plea...please, I don't wanna be naked anymore, can I borrow something of yours?"

"Haha I had those jitters, they'll pass. Don't worry, you'll get in that sorority." The jogger eyed down Renee before giving her another small spank and a wink before resuming their jog.

Renee cried out softly, and quickly brought both her hands behind her, one on each buttock, in order to keep as much from view as possible, the jogger hurried off in the direction she was heading. After waiting for the second changing of lights to avoid the jogger, she reached the sidewalk, and ran back to duck behind a nearby tree. She had not too far to go and may as well just start running towards the house.

As she was about to leave, she noticed that once again, her nipples were very erect, and her breasts throbbed a bit.

“My boobs must be throbbing from the running… but why are my nipples hard? This CAN’T be turning me on!” she thought to herself. “It just can’t!” But she could not deny the fact that somewhere, deep down or subconsciously, Renee was finding at least some aspect of her recent public nudity ordeals somewhat sexually exciting. She tried to once again push the thought from her head. “It’s just crazy, why would this turn me on? All these strangers seeing me naked! It's just so embarrassing I want to die!”

She looked out again, and took a deep, wavering breath. “OK girl… just a short jog to the house. You can do this! Just ignore all these people gawking and get moving!” she told herself. Her tummy flipped again a little when she realized that it was still close to a few more minutes than usual away, given the fact that she could barely manage a jog. And the feeling of being in just her tanlines wasn't helping her. Her legs still felt like lead, and her fit butt just bounced so much when she tried to run fast. She threw an arm across her breasts, cradling them more than covering them (both nipples were in fact exposed) and dropped one hand over her thatch again, and set out from behind the tree, back up the sidewalk, towards her home.