Continue to the Park

"Well, that's just a whole pantheon of bad luck." Penny noted, getting back onto her feet properly, one hand at the ready down by her crotch, obscuring any possible visage of her more intimate garments. Gently, she shifted her body so as to cover as much of Carrie's modesty as she could from behind.

Carrie looked back at Penny. “What do we do now?” she asked. Penny put on a brave face. “I suppose we continue if that’s alright, I’m still looking forward to this run even in... these less than desirable conditions. Besides, the park is normally empty when I run through here so I doubt we’d even be seen.”

That was really the best that Penelope could come up with, especially since returning right now was a less than desirable act to undertake. She was proceeding under the theory that if a little bit of time had passed, the lobby would be empty by the time they finished and they would have less trouble getting back to their place unseen.

Carrie blushed and started walking; there was no point in arguing if Penny had already made up her mind. As the pair safely crossed the street, Carrie couldn’t help but notice how much of a draft there now was for her “down there”. It was a breezy day after all and she suddenly had a sickening vision of the wind catching her shirt just right and pulling it up to expose her more intimate areas, currently clad in no more than a thin layer of black lace. She instinctively tightened her grip on the shirt, knuckles turning white, as she wondered how on earth she was going to be able to run with her arms firmly plastered to her sides.

"Hm? You doing okay?" Penelope had taken on a far more relaxed demeanor, considering that she was not much better off than her friend. "Don't worry so much. It's not like it's anything I haven't seen before." This was a fair enough point. When living together, they were bound to learn the intimacies of one another, even if that came from a folded pile atop the wash basket, it was quite inevitable.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. It’s not you who I’m worried about seeing me like this though.” Carrie shivered at the thought but was relieved when a cursory glance showed that the park seemed to be empty. Feeling a bit better, Carrie slightly loosened her **** grip and allowed her arms to swing slightly at her sides as she and Penny started to pick up the pace. The two looked ridiculous: one barely moving her arms as she ran and the other with one hand glued to the front of the tattered remains of her running shorts. Despite their best efforts, both girls ended up offering plenty of glimpses of black lace and red cotton to the open air as they began their trek.

As this went on, Penny resigned herself to the fact that she was achieving little and really only looked even more idiotic, so she took her hand away amd focused more on running properly. Once she did this, she found the whole experience to be a lot more enjoyable, almost feeling her usual self as she kept up a pace that allowed Carrie to just barely slag behind her. The momentary relief was perhaps not destined to last forever, however…