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The Naked Runner
I’m Jack, single, 31, just 6 feet and built like a rower; which I am. After leaving the Navy I find the freedom of the outside world stimulating. Not that it’s surprising after being in the enclosed environment that is the Operations Room (CIC or AIC depending on your navy) for 7 years.
My fetish if you like, is to exercise naked. Britain isn’t known for the best weather in the world but once you get going, naked or in skinny running gear, it makes very little difference. The only exception is that of my dick. I see it shrivel up smaller the colder it gets!
I’ve been a naked runner for a decade now and thoroughly enjoy the excitement and some of the troubles it has got me into. It all started when my great, great Auntie left me a sizable wooded area in her will. Also included was a small woodman’s cottage, three secluded holiday cottages and enough money to live comfortably. Thanks Auntie Jane.
I moved in over the winter months and fenced off areas around the cottages. My final job was to secure the wood. Although I allow walkers access to the wood the majority is off limits. You know the signs ‘trespassers will be eaten’ etc.
It was bitterly cold one morning as I started my morning run. I had not been running long when the heavens opened and in seconds I was soaked. My shorts soon started to chafe delicate areas causing me to stop. Parts of my dick were now feeling rather tender. Determined to continue I discarded my shorts. I laughed at the mere thought of someone seeing me with my shrivelled dick poking out from under my T shirt. What the hell. Off came the T shit. So in just my trainers I completed my run. This was the start of my fetish.
At the end of my first naked run my dick was bouncing hard enjoying the freedom and the excitement. Knowing I was well hidden form public gaze I started to rub one out but the chafing from earlier soon cooled my ardour. I was on a promise tomorrow so I decided a cold shower and some medicated cream was the best answer. It turned out to be worth the wait but that’s another story.
From that day I ran naked enjoying the cold morning air and later in the year the warm summer sun. I would be lying if I said that on some runs I didn’t enjoy my dick. Sometimes quick, due to the cold or rain. Sometimes long and lazy in the afternoon sun. Life is good.
I had got in the habit of arriving at my start point and striping everything off, except my trainers and pack them into my rucksack. I’d even leave a note saying, “If you see this note please leave as you’re trespassing.” I know it’s silly but as no one would ever see it, it didn’t matter.
Anyway on this particular day I was late; say 10 AM. Three-quarters the way through my run I came across a muddy patch and beside the usual deer tracks was a distinct trainer impression. Mine are 9’s. This one is much smaller. Looking around and listening I see and hear nothing out of place so I run on. As my run started late I decided to sprint to the finish. Arriving at my rucksack I bend with my hands on knees, panting like an old steam engine.
My note had been turned over! Scribbled on the reverse was a note written in an educated style. It said, ‘If you can catch me you can take me…. anyway you like.’ It was signed with a ‘H’. This unknown runner can’t be local or this would have happened earlier in the year. I bet it’s one of the couples in the holiday cottages.
Not knowing what time this stranger ran or route put me at a disadvantage until I remembered ‘badgercam’. I reviewed the footage on six cameras. On the fourth camera I saw a twenty something girl running like a Gazelle. As she passed camera 3 and 6 I had a fair idea of her route but not the start point. The cameras only gave me a flash of a runner passing at 10.10 and 10.15. She was in running gear but that’s all the image was able to pick up.
The next day I altered my setoff time. Reaching my starting place just after 10.16. After stripping I glance a runner disappearing around the bend. I shouted “Oi.” She turned, waved and then sprinted off. I kicked up into a sprint but didn’t see her again. Reaching my rucksack I’m disappointed until I find another scribbled note. It said, ‘It was a real pleasure seeing all of you this morning.’ In capital she’d scribbled, REMEMBER….. YOU CAN HAVE ME ONLY IF YOU CAN CATCH ME.’ Looking around all is as quiet as normal. The only exception is the noise from my heart pumping blood!
I had a call from one of the cottages. Apparently the toaster is bust! So unplugging mine I drive around. I introduce myself to the man who opened the door. We shake hands and John lets me into the kitchen. I replace the toaster while we chat about nothing. Then in comes his wife. Well! She’s 5-6, long red hair, small tits, narrow waist and c***dbearing hips. Her beautiful smiling face pulls my eyes from her shapely legs clad in tight running pants.
I can see that she instantly recognises me. Her pale faultless face blushes a sexy pink flush as we shake hands! John then tells me that Hazel came back from her run all excited after being chased by the gamekeeper. “Well,” I say with a cheery grin, “he does like to keep people off his land. The last land man he found he shot.” “Well he’ll not catch Hazel. She runs at international level.” “ We all now know what will happen if you get caught… Hazel.” She blushes further as I say my farewells.
“Just as I reach my car I shout over to John with Hazel beside him, “What time does Hazel start her run?” “9.55 sharp.” I’ll make sure the gamekeeper is in another part of the wood.” Hazel turns and skips into to the cottage behind her husband.
At 9.45 AM I arrive and strip. As I just finish placing my gear into my rucksack Hazel appears. She is dressed in running pants and tight top. She’s not wearing a bra which surprises me as her nipples would be rubbed sore during an hours run.
“Hi. So you’re going to join me this morning.” “Not really,” she says pulling her top off. Her boobs re-shape rather than bounce. Her boobs are no more than B cups and that may be an exaggeration. Her nipples are hard and proudly perched on their respective boob. Hazel turns modestly to drop her pants showing me nothing. However, as she crouches beside my rucksack her knees swing open showing me an extremely stimulating view. While seeing her pack her clothes into my sac her pussy is openly displayed. A little higher is a very nice red landing strip which looks inviting. Looking up at me Hazel asks, “Do you like the view.” “Definitely.” “I know my tits are small but my husband always get a kick out of seeing my small landing strip. Collars and cuffs, he says.” “He’s a luck man,” I agree taking her offered hand to pull her up. Holding the small of her back I pull her lightly against me. I ask, “I take it this is your first naked run?” Hazel nods as she looks down the path before gazing up at me smiling.
“The rules.” Hazel decides. “We’ll run out to the old Oak. It’s about half way and I’ll race you back. The winner takes all. Ok.” I nod as she places her small hand around my hard dick. It has been hard ever since she stripped but she hadn’t commented on it. She rubs her left breast and pulls its nipple while her right hand strokes me. My left hand has dropped now cupping her bum. As I squeeze it she runs off laughing.
My dick swings happily as I run but well before the oak it softens. I’ve made no attempt to overtake Hazel; even if I could. I’m enjoying the view of Hazel’s rump and it gracefully sways. It is far better to follow her than to beat her; well until the end!
I’m 20 meters behind as she reaches the old oak. She turns and starts running towards me. Her boobs are bouncing nicely as we close. This sight alone has by dick re-hardening. She slows as we’re about to pass. Stopping she has my attention.
She walks a few steps up to me and slips a hand around my neck; pulling me down for a passionate kiss. Her other hand moves my dick aside as she holds her sculptured body just resting on my hip. She starts grinding her pussy against me. Her breasts are held back only allowing her nipples to make contact. I can feel their rubbery texture against my skin. Hazel knows that she has me wanting her. From the feeling of her juices trickling down my leg and her soft probing kisses, she’s also very turned on. I’m about to cut the run short but Hazel, realising my desire breaks the kiss saying, “The winner takes all? OK.” I nod and as I move in for another kiss she ducks away. Like the Gazelle she sprints away.
Not one for cheating I sprint to the oak before turning to peruse my quarry. I give everything I have to catch this beautiful creature. However, I’m not making up any ground. The best I can do is keep pace.
As I round the last corner Hazel is sitting all relaxed and laughs as I pant to the finish. “I won,” she sputters out try not to laugh. “Ok you win.” I start to unpack my things until Hazel says, “What are you doing?” I mumble without looking her way, “Well I lost. And as a good loser I won’t try anything.” “That’s right you’re the loser but the winner wins all….. Remember?” “Sorry I thought…..” “You thought that only men want sex! Not so.” I stand and gallantly apologise.
“Now as I don’t have much time I want you to lie on the ground.” She can see the upcoming complaint. Hazel continues, “Don’t say the grounds cold. If you had won you would have expected me to lie on my back while you take me. Yes.” “No.” Smiling I pull a thick woollen blanked out of my sac. Her surprised look says ‘sorry’.
Lying on the blanket I watch Hazel taking up her position a couple of feet above my head; legs apart facing my feet. From my position I see her glistening pussy lips. Above them is her shaved landing strip. Next, her boobs heave slightly in anticipation and between them her lovely face smiling down to me. She kneels over my face still not breaking eye contact. Hazel then announces, “As the loser you will lick my pussy until I cum. OK?”
I happily raise my hands, holding her bum to guide her to my lips. As her moist lips meet mine I lovingly devour her pussy. Its sweet nectar is well worth the run. My dick rises as I inhale her scent. I guess he’s going to be disappointed today! As my tongue enters her love tube she grids her clit on my chin. Hazel lets out a few moans of pleasure as I find her most sensitive spots.
Over the years I have licked many pussies, normally WRENs’. Some have even given pointers which I use on other women; given the chance. Hazel is panting harder now than she did while running! I must be doing something right.
Just as I’ve given up expecting any pleasure towards my dick she bends. Hands, mouth, tongue, all at once pleasurable attack my dick. This little wife can surely suck dick. Trying to absorb my dick’s enjoyment I re-double my oral efforts. All too soon Hazel stops sucking and straightening her arms; she waits! My dick is cooling as it rests on me. It’s still hoping for more. Hazel on the other hand hasn’t moved and is completely quiet. I sense she’s getting close so I don’t alter what I’m doing to her sweet charms. Second pass and then…… “Oh my God. Oh FUUUCCCKK. Fuck. Fuck. Yeeeees,” she screams. Her body starts shaking and squirming uncontrollably. Undeterred I concentrate on just her clit but more softly.
Eventually she raises her bum off of my face. I look between us. Dropping her head she sees me and smiles. Her face is that of a satisfied young woman; pink, sweaty, hair a mess and the widest contented smile possible. I never tire of seeing this on a woman’s face. The only better sight is the look on their faces when I penetrate them for the very first time we have sex. I’m still hopeful of that sight with Hazel.
When her little shudders finish she stands and dresses. When our eyes meet I then look at my dick, then at her. “Sorry. Winner takes all and I must get back to John before he starts to worry. Still with eye contact I take up my dick and start stroking it. She watches. Then she raises her running top and starts mauling her tits. “I’ve never seen a man wanking before. Do you mind….. if I watch? Will you be long?” “Not if I can have a feel,” I propose. She knees and guides my hand to her boob. I happily tease and grope her. Hazel releases her other boob exchanging places with my other hand. Now with two handfuls of breasts and my dick being stroked I start to cum; firing several hard splats of cum wastefully onto the ground. Hazel slows and stops. Lifting her hand to her mouth I watch as she licks some of my cum off of her wedding ring.
Tomorrow we’ll forget about the run. And as the winner I will decide what we’ll do,” Hazel announces and she leaves. I’m still naked and drained.
If you’re interested in tomorrow’s meeting or just want to leave comments please do so.
I hope that you have enjoyed this story.
Regards
Jack.
I’m Jack, single, 31, just 6 feet and built like a rower; which I am. After leaving the Navy I find the freedom of the outside world stimulating. Not that it’s surprising after being in the enclosed environment that is the Operations Room (CIC or AIC depending on your navy) for 7 years.
My fetish if you like, is to exercise naked. Britain isn’t known for the best weather in the world but once you get going, naked or in skinny running gear, it makes very little difference. The only exception is that of my dick. I see it shrivel up smaller the colder it gets!
I’ve been a naked runner for a decade now and thoroughly enjoy the excitement and some of the troubles it has got me into. It all started when my great, great Auntie left me a sizable wooded area in her will. Also included was a small woodman’s cottage, three secluded holiday cottages and enough money to live comfortably. Thanks Auntie Jane.
I moved in over the winter months and fenced off areas around the cottages. My final job was to secure the wood. Although I allow walkers access to the wood the majority is off limits. You know the signs ‘trespassers will be eaten’ etc.
It was bitterly cold one morning as I started my morning run. I had not been running long when the heavens opened and in seconds I was soaked. My shorts soon started to chafe delicate areas causing me to stop. Parts of my dick were now feeling rather tender. Determined to continue I discarded my shorts. I laughed at the mere thought of someone seeing me with my shrivelled dick poking out from under my T shirt. What the hell. Off came the T shit. So in just my trainers I completed my run. This was the start of my fetish.
At the end of my first naked run my dick was bouncing hard enjoying the freedom and the excitement. Knowing I was well hidden form public gaze I started to rub one out but the chafing from earlier soon cooled my ardour. I was on a promise tomorrow so I decided a cold shower and some medicated cream was the best answer. It turned out to be worth the wait but that’s another story.
From that day I ran naked enjoying the cold morning air and later in the year the warm summer sun. I would be lying if I said that on some runs I didn’t enjoy my dick. Sometimes quick, due to the cold or rain. Sometimes long and lazy in the afternoon sun. Life is good.
I had got in the habit of arriving at my start point and striping everything off, except my trainers and pack them into my rucksack. I’d even leave a note saying, “If you see this note please leave as you’re trespassing.” I know it’s silly but as no one would ever see it, it didn’t matter.
Anyway on this particular day I was late; say 10 AM. Three-quarters the way through my run I came across a muddy patch and beside the usual deer tracks was a distinct trainer impression. Mine are 9’s. This one is much smaller. Looking around and listening I see and hear nothing out of place so I run on. As my run started late I decided to sprint to the finish. Arriving at my rucksack I bend with my hands on knees, panting like an old steam engine.
My note had been turned over! Scribbled on the reverse was a note written in an educated style. It said, ‘If you can catch me you can take me…. anyway you like.’ It was signed with a ‘H’. This unknown runner can’t be local or this would have happened earlier in the year. I bet it’s one of the couples in the holiday cottages.
Not knowing what time this stranger ran or route put me at a disadvantage until I remembered ‘badgercam’. I reviewed the footage on six cameras. On the fourth camera I saw a twenty something girl running like a Gazelle. As she passed camera 3 and 6 I had a fair idea of her route but not the start point. The cameras only gave me a flash of a runner passing at 10.10 and 10.15. She was in running gear but that’s all the image was able to pick up.
The next day I altered my setoff time. Reaching my starting place just after 10.16. After stripping I glance a runner disappearing around the bend. I shouted “Oi.” She turned, waved and then sprinted off. I kicked up into a sprint but didn’t see her again. Reaching my rucksack I’m disappointed until I find another scribbled note. It said, ‘It was a real pleasure seeing all of you this morning.’ In capital she’d scribbled, REMEMBER….. YOU CAN HAVE ME ONLY IF YOU CAN CATCH ME.’ Looking around all is as quiet as normal. The only exception is the noise from my heart pumping blood!
I had a call from one of the cottages. Apparently the toaster is bust! So unplugging mine I drive around. I introduce myself to the man who opened the door. We shake hands and John lets me into the kitchen. I replace the toaster while we chat about nothing. Then in comes his wife. Well! She’s 5-6, long red hair, small tits, narrow waist and c***dbearing hips. Her beautiful smiling face pulls my eyes from her shapely legs clad in tight running pants.
I can see that she instantly recognises me. Her pale faultless face blushes a sexy pink flush as we shake hands! John then tells me that Hazel came back from her run all excited after being chased by the gamekeeper. “Well,” I say with a cheery grin, “he does like to keep people off his land. The last land man he found he shot.” “Well he’ll not catch Hazel. She runs at international level.” “ We all now know what will happen if you get caught… Hazel.” She blushes further as I say my farewells.
“Just as I reach my car I shout over to John with Hazel beside him, “What time does Hazel start her run?” “9.55 sharp.” I’ll make sure the gamekeeper is in another part of the wood.” Hazel turns and skips into to the cottage behind her husband.
At 9.45 AM I arrive and strip. As I just finish placing my gear into my rucksack Hazel appears. She is dressed in running pants and tight top. She’s not wearing a bra which surprises me as her nipples would be rubbed sore during an hours run.
“Hi. So you’re going to join me this morning.” “Not really,” she says pulling her top off. Her boobs re-shape rather than bounce. Her boobs are no more than B cups and that may be an exaggeration. Her nipples are hard and proudly perched on their respective boob. Hazel turns modestly to drop her pants showing me nothing. However, as she crouches beside my rucksack her knees swing open showing me an extremely stimulating view. While seeing her pack her clothes into my sac her pussy is openly displayed. A little higher is a very nice red landing strip which looks inviting. Looking up at me Hazel asks, “Do you like the view.” “Definitely.” “I know my tits are small but my husband always get a kick out of seeing my small landing strip. Collars and cuffs, he says.” “He’s a luck man,” I agree taking her offered hand to pull her up. Holding the small of her back I pull her lightly against me. I ask, “I take it this is your first naked run?” Hazel nods as she looks down the path before gazing up at me smiling.
“The rules.” Hazel decides. “We’ll run out to the old Oak. It’s about half way and I’ll race you back. The winner takes all. Ok.” I nod as she places her small hand around my hard dick. It has been hard ever since she stripped but she hadn’t commented on it. She rubs her left breast and pulls its nipple while her right hand strokes me. My left hand has dropped now cupping her bum. As I squeeze it she runs off laughing.
My dick swings happily as I run but well before the oak it softens. I’ve made no attempt to overtake Hazel; even if I could. I’m enjoying the view of Hazel’s rump and it gracefully sways. It is far better to follow her than to beat her; well until the end!
I’m 20 meters behind as she reaches the old oak. She turns and starts running towards me. Her boobs are bouncing nicely as we close. This sight alone has by dick re-hardening. She slows as we’re about to pass. Stopping she has my attention.
She walks a few steps up to me and slips a hand around my neck; pulling me down for a passionate kiss. Her other hand moves my dick aside as she holds her sculptured body just resting on my hip. She starts grinding her pussy against me. Her breasts are held back only allowing her nipples to make contact. I can feel their rubbery texture against my skin. Hazel knows that she has me wanting her. From the feeling of her juices trickling down my leg and her soft probing kisses, she’s also very turned on. I’m about to cut the run short but Hazel, realising my desire breaks the kiss saying, “The winner takes all? OK.” I nod and as I move in for another kiss she ducks away. Like the Gazelle she sprints away.
Not one for cheating I sprint to the oak before turning to peruse my quarry. I give everything I have to catch this beautiful creature. However, I’m not making up any ground. The best I can do is keep pace.
As I round the last corner Hazel is sitting all relaxed and laughs as I pant to the finish. “I won,” she sputters out try not to laugh. “Ok you win.” I start to unpack my things until Hazel says, “What are you doing?” I mumble without looking her way, “Well I lost. And as a good loser I won’t try anything.” “That’s right you’re the loser but the winner wins all….. Remember?” “Sorry I thought…..” “You thought that only men want sex! Not so.” I stand and gallantly apologise.
“Now as I don’t have much time I want you to lie on the ground.” She can see the upcoming complaint. Hazel continues, “Don’t say the grounds cold. If you had won you would have expected me to lie on my back while you take me. Yes.” “No.” Smiling I pull a thick woollen blanked out of my sac. Her surprised look says ‘sorry’.
Lying on the blanket I watch Hazel taking up her position a couple of feet above my head; legs apart facing my feet. From my position I see her glistening pussy lips. Above them is her shaved landing strip. Next, her boobs heave slightly in anticipation and between them her lovely face smiling down to me. She kneels over my face still not breaking eye contact. Hazel then announces, “As the loser you will lick my pussy until I cum. OK?”
I happily raise my hands, holding her bum to guide her to my lips. As her moist lips meet mine I lovingly devour her pussy. Its sweet nectar is well worth the run. My dick rises as I inhale her scent. I guess he’s going to be disappointed today! As my tongue enters her love tube she grids her clit on my chin. Hazel lets out a few moans of pleasure as I find her most sensitive spots.
Over the years I have licked many pussies, normally WRENs’. Some have even given pointers which I use on other women; given the chance. Hazel is panting harder now than she did while running! I must be doing something right.
Just as I’ve given up expecting any pleasure towards my dick she bends. Hands, mouth, tongue, all at once pleasurable attack my dick. This little wife can surely suck dick. Trying to absorb my dick’s enjoyment I re-double my oral efforts. All too soon Hazel stops sucking and straightening her arms; she waits! My dick is cooling as it rests on me. It’s still hoping for more. Hazel on the other hand hasn’t moved and is completely quiet. I sense she’s getting close so I don’t alter what I’m doing to her sweet charms. Second pass and then…… “Oh my God. Oh FUUUCCCKK. Fuck. Fuck. Yeeeees,” she screams. Her body starts shaking and squirming uncontrollably. Undeterred I concentrate on just her clit but more softly.
Eventually she raises her bum off of my face. I look between us. Dropping her head she sees me and smiles. Her face is that of a satisfied young woman; pink, sweaty, hair a mess and the widest contented smile possible. I never tire of seeing this on a woman’s face. The only better sight is the look on their faces when I penetrate them for the very first time we have sex. I’m still hopeful of that sight with Hazel.
When her little shudders finish she stands and dresses. When our eyes meet I then look at my dick, then at her. “Sorry. Winner takes all and I must get back to John before he starts to worry. Still with eye contact I take up my dick and start stroking it. She watches. Then she raises her running top and starts mauling her tits. “I’ve never seen a man wanking before. Do you mind….. if I watch? Will you be long?” “Not if I can have a feel,” I propose. She knees and guides my hand to her boob. I happily tease and grope her. Hazel releases her other boob exchanging places with my other hand. Now with two handfuls of breasts and my dick being stroked I start to cum; firing several hard splats of cum wastefully onto the ground. Hazel slows and stops. Lifting her hand to her mouth I watch as she licks some of my cum off of her wedding ring.
Tomorrow we’ll forget about the run. And as the winner I will decide what we’ll do,” Hazel announces and she leaves. I’m still naked and drained.
If you’re interested in tomorrow’s meeting or just want to leave comments please do so.
I hope that you have enjoyed this story.
Regards
Jack.
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