So, earlier on, I decided to take a short break from my studies and went for a jog around the park near my house. Initially, I had planned for an evening jog, but the weather had different ideas, so I switched to a nighttime run instead. I rummaged through my brother's room and found a Redbull tank top, but it turned out to be quite big since I usually wear an S, and the tank was an L. Undeterred, I paired it with my Blue Nike Sports bra and Pink FBT shorts, along with those boy-shorts.
As I stepped out of my room, I caught my mom giving me this straight stare! I could tell she was wondering why I was wearing something so loose, but before she could say anything, I hurriedly left the house. Off to the park, I went, and to my surprise, no one else seemed to be running, which struck me as odd. The quiet atmosphere added a unique vibe to my jog, making it a memorable break from my studies.
After a quick warm-up, I started my night jog. But here's the kicker – after about 30 minutes, I was already exhausted, feeling the aches and tiredness creeping in. I decided to take a breather at a nearby hut, trying to catch my breath. After resting for a while, I did feel better, but the laziness continued and some persistent aches in my thighs led me to decide to rest a bit longer.
As I sat there, enjoying the cool breeze, it suddenly dawned on me that I was at the same hut, in the same seat where I once witnessed a questionable scene. Flashbacks ensued, and before I knew it, I found myself feeling a bit more than just nostalgia. Since I happened to be wearing those boy shorts, a mischievous thought crossed my mind – why not give it a try and jog around with just the boy shorts?
I got up and made my way behind the nearest bushes. After carefully scanning for ants, I decided it was a suitable spot to remove my shorts. The experience was nerve-wracking, considering it was my first time undressing in that area, and the thought of someone spotting me worsened my anxiety.
I cautiously took off my shorts while glancing around. After a bit of adjusting, I conceded in my attempt to cover everything – it was a choice between the front and the back. The tank top wasn't able to cover all. It was indeed a different feeling, especially when the wind breezed through my pussy. After getting used to the sensation and the excitement, I took things a step further.
Clutching my shorts, I jogged leisurely back toward my house. Given the time—around 9 pm—there weren't many people out for a jog on a Saturday night. I relished the moment, savouring the tranquillity. Abruptly, my enjoyment was interrupted by the sound of a bicycle approaching.
I turned around, and there was a guy on a bike. Unfortunately, there were no trees or bushes for me to hide behind. Panic set in – I slowed down, hoping he'd pass by without seeing much. The sound of his approach grew louder, and so did my heart. To make things worse, I started feeling aroused. I tried to act normal, but before I could glance back, he sped up and was right in front of me. Did he see what I was wearing? I have no idea.
It was both exhilarating and scary. The thought crossed my mind that I might get into trouble if he turned out to be a pervert. I continued jogging without shorts, but I made sure to put them back on when I neared my block to avoid being seen. I didn't go all the way, at least not yet, but who knows... hehe.
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