Sure, it's probably pretty deserted anyway.

I shrugged. I was loving this warm evening. Why not savor it with a nice run?

I stepped into the trail head and leaned over, stretching my hamstrings. Suddenly a little more nervous about not having panties, I reached back, but this skirt was easily long enough not to show anything at all. A few more stretches and I headed down the trail.

It was a wooded running path that made a loop around a park that was really just an empty field. Good for kicking a ball around or hanging out in the sunshine, but never got much traffic, even on a good day. It actually passed closer to my place in a little ways. The loop was probably a little under two miles, so a good twenty minute run, more if I was taking my time. And it was nice evening, so I was taking my time.

I had started pretty close to the trail head out near my place, and as I got there I was really enjoying the run, and kinda really felt like making a full loop. Except I was definitely not dressed for a run.

The shirt was too loose, and was rubbing on my nipples something terrible. People think it's the bouncing that's a problem, but honestly bouncing is just a thing that happens when I move. The rubbing was intolerable.

And the skirt was awful. There's a reason people wear shorts to run, not skirts, and it's not just so people don't look up your skirt. It's loose, and likes to wrap around your legs as you run, tugging weird and just generally being annoying.

The night was lovely and warm, and breathing was easy. My heart was happy to be pumping. The run felt wonderful on my legs.

My clothes were spoiling it.

I stopped by the trail head out near my place and had a terrible idea. It was getting late. On a Tuesday. And the park closes at dusk, so, it was already closed, really. And I barely ever see anyone running on these trails except me, even in the middle of a Saturday.

This was insane. But, it would only be twenty minutes. Less if I pushed myself. It would encourage me to run faster.

"Fuck it." I whispered to myself, pulling my shirt up and off before slipping the skirt down. I bent down and grabbed it, glancing around for somewhere good. I stashed my clothes behind the sign for the trail and headed off.

It felt wonderful. The warm night air, in my lungs, on my skin. My heart racing from more than just the run now. Soon, my legs were burning that wonderful feeling of a good run, and now my pussy was burning too.

As I began to break a sweat, I was stunned by how good it felt on my breasts. Everywhere that was normally covered by tight sports bras and skin-tight, sweat-wicking running shorts was now... out. And it was way more comfortable to sweat that way. I just felt... comfy. Not hot and wet and clingy and sticky and gross. Just good.

I'd have to do this more often. It was awesome!

As I finished my first loop, coming up near the trail head I'd gotten on at, I heard someone. I froze. It was two guys, maybe three. They were on the trail behind me. Far enough for now. I had to pick up the pace and get to my clothes!

I started running faster, a naked streaker now sprinting down the trail. I crushed it, closing the distance to my clothes, and probably pulling away from the guys judging by the quiet.

Breathing fast, heart racing from the sprint, I leaned over, huffing. "Damn, that was good..." I walked, pacing, over to my clothes stash and grabbed...

Nothing.

They were gone.

"Wanna step it up?" A guy's voice, not far back down the trail.

"Hell ya!" Another guy responded.

Standing there, completely out in the open, naked and sweaty, half out of breath, I was suddenly a deer in the headlights.