Remember when I mentioned buying those blue lacy boy shorts and joking about going for a night jog in them? Well… tonight, I finally did it and let me tell you, it was even more thrilling than I imagined.
I decided to take a break from studying and head to the park near my house. Originally, I had planned an evening run, but the night called instead. I rummaged through my brother’s room and grabbed his Redbull tank top. It was huge on me, way too big but I chose it on purpose. The loose fit hung just enough to cover my chest and extend down to mid-butt, giving me a sense of concealment while teasingly hinting at everything underneath. I paired it with my Blue Nike sports bra, pink FBT shorts, and those boy shorts that had been sitting in my drawer, daring me to wear them.
The streets were unusually quiet. After a short warm-up, I started jogging, feeling the night air brushing against my skin. About 30 minutes in, my thighs ached, and I decided to rest at the nearby hut. That’s when I remembered, I was sitting in the same spot where I’d once witnessed a risqué little scene: a couple sneaking touches behind the shelter, shadows dancing in the dim light. Seeing that again triggered a rush of daring excitement. My boy shorts suddenly felt like an invitation.
Heart racing, I edged behind the nearest bushes. Carefully, I removed my pink FBT shorts, standing there in just my blue lacy boy shorts. The lace trim hugged my hips and thighs delicately, the soft, stretchy fabric clinging to every curve. They were semi-sheer enough that the faint outline of my skin was visible, teasingly hinting at more without fully revealing everything. The snug fit kept them in place most of the time, but with the tank top only covering down to mid-butt, the lower edge of the boyshorts left the very bottom of my cheeks temptingly exposed.
The tank top covered just enough, down to mid-butt so that the lower half of my cheeks and my thighs were fully exposed to the breeze. I glanced around nervously, under the bushes, I was mostly hidden, but every rustle of leaves or distant sound made my pulse quicken. The wind brushing against my bare skin sent shivers through me, the sensation at once teasing and intoxicating.
Finally daring, I jogged back toward my house while clutching onto my shorts. Every step made the boyshorts rub against my dampening skin, teasing my bottom and thighs with each movement. The sensation was electric, a mixture of excitement, vulnerability, and thrill. My mind raced with the risk of being seen, making every nerve alive with anticipation.
Then panic. A bicycle appeared out of nowhere. No trees, no bushes, nothing to hide behind. My heart jumped into my throat. I slowed, tensing every muscle and clutching onto my shorts, hoping he wouldn’t notice. The sound of the pedals grew louder, my pulse racing even faster. My bottom was damp from the earlier tension, excitement, and rubbing of the boy shorts and the sensation made me squirm involuntarily as the bike rolled past. I couldn’t tell if he had seen me, and the uncertainty only intensified the rush of adrenaline coursing through my body.
Shortly, I continued jogging, only finally putting my shorts back on as I neared my block, heart still hammering, cheeks flushed, every step lingering with the memory of exposure. I didn’t go all the way… not yet but who knows what might happen next time?
A quick reminder: Please use respectful language when emailing me. I value my privacy as a lady and won’t be sharing personal social media. Comments with genuine names are appreciated and I’ll only respond to those.
Updates may be slower until my exams are over, but I appreciate your support. Special thanks to GH* and Ed**** for your patience and purchases. you guys are the best!
Finally daring, I jogged back toward my house while clutching onto my shorts. Every step made the boyshorts rub against my dampening skin, teasing my bottom and thighs with each movement. The sensation was electric, a mixture of excitement, vulnerability, and thrill. My mind raced with the risk of being seen, making every nerve alive with anticipation.
Then panic. A bicycle appeared out of nowhere. No trees, no bushes, nothing to hide behind. My heart jumped into my throat. I slowed, tensing every muscle and clutching onto my shorts, hoping he wouldn’t notice. The sound of the pedals grew louder, my pulse racing even faster. My bottom was damp from the earlier tension, excitement, and rubbing of the boy shorts and the sensation made me squirm involuntarily as the bike rolled past. I couldn’t tell if he had seen me, and the uncertainty only intensified the rush of adrenaline coursing through my body.
Shortly, I continued jogging, only finally putting my shorts back on as I neared my block, heart still hammering, cheeks flushed, every step lingering with the memory of exposure. I didn’t go all the way… not yet but who knows what might happen next time?
A quick reminder: Please use respectful language when emailing me. I value my privacy as a lady and won’t be sharing personal social media. Comments with genuine names are appreciated and I’ll only respond to those.
Updates may be slower until my exams are over, but I appreciate your support. Special thanks to GH* and Ed**** for your patience and purchases. you guys are the best!
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