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 ï>¿Jogging for Fun and Exercise byIwroteathingÂ(C)

   "I...  fucking...  hate...  this" I groaned to myself in the rhythm of
my footsteps on mud.  I had been jogging a couple of months now and it
still felt like the worst thing of my life.  Not just the burning muscles
and gasping lungs, but the knowledge that my best years are over.  In my
youth everything was easy, my body required no long term attention, a spray
of hairspray in my black pixie cut hair, a light splash of makeup, a padded
bra for my b-cups, and a short enough skirt to let my long legs do the work
was all I required to show off.  It was almost exactly on my 25th birthday
that I lost my ability to eat whatever I wanted, do no exercise, and still
maintain a relatively trim figure.

   "Fuck...  you...  trees." Words I pushed through my gritted teeth,
swearing at my surroundings now a familiar coping mechanism for the final
part of my run.  "Fuck...  you...  lake." I didn't take much of an
expansion of my tummy to get me to take the drastic step of actually
exercising.  My one saving grace was living near enough to Richmond Park to
have beautiful scenery to swear at as I ran.  I had decided to start
jogging early in the morning to avoid other people and to have time to
shower before work, but as October rolled on I found myself jogging in the
almost darkness of the earliest dawn, Richmond being a safe (and wealthy)
enough place to do so.

   "Fuck it that will do." I exclaimed collapsing onto a tree stump to
catch my breath before my resigned walk home, taking my phone out of its
jogging case to check the pedometer app.  I took a moment to admire my
surroundings now the unyielding slog of jogging had stopped and with it my
desire to see everything burn.

   The trees were shedding the last of their brown leaves, the pond was
silent and still, the naked woman was doing a better job of jogging than
me...

   Wait.

   "Holy crap!" I inadvertently shouted.  There was a woman wearing nothing
but jogging shoes and a phone strap on her arm.  There was a blur of blonde
hair as she heard me and gave a high pitched yelp before diving back
towards the clump of trees she had emerged from, her bottom jiggling with
her sudden burst of speed.

   "Wait!" I yelled not knowing why, I doubt she actually would have and if
she did, I'm not sure what I would do next.  I certainly wasn't about to
chase after her as I was barely going to be able to make my way home my
legs were so weak.  I had my phone in my hand but it never occurred to me
to take a picture or anything, not that I would need it, the sight of her
naked body was immediately burned into my brain.

   I made my way home thinking about her perky breasts and how they bounced
with her footsteps.  I went to work thinking of her tuft of blonde pubic
hair.  I took the train home thinking about the shivering blush that ran
the length of her body when she saw me seeing her.  I ate my disgustingly
healthy dinner thinking of the look of exhilaration on her face before she
noticed me.  I went to sleep knowing the whole day was one spent dwelling
on the shock and excitement of spontaneous nudity.

   The next day I prepared for my jog with a new determination, I was no
longer jogging for my body, I was now jogging for hers.  It was a long
shot, after what happened I'm sure she would take steps to avoid being seen
again, but I became the most vigilant jogger in the entire park.  I was so
frustrated with the lack of a naked woman's presence I didn't even notice I
had jogged significantly further than usual.

   This was my routine for a week, I was able to put the naked woman out of
my mind day to day, but the moment my jogging shoes went on my only thought
was "maybe today I will see her." I don't jog on weekends, maybe it was the
lack of opportunity that drove my mind wild with frustration but by Monday
I had resigned myself to the naked woman being nothing more than a fond
memory.  Monday's jog was the worst yet, I skipped jogging Tuesday, I just
didn't feel up to it.

   I spent Tuesday in a cloud of guilt, I really didn't want to be one of
those people who took up exercise only to give up a month or two later, I
decided I needed some form of change to keep me going.  Wednesday as I
stared at my running outfit I decided to give myself a taste of the thrill
that the naked woman I saw must have felt.  I took my sports bra and
knickers and put them back in the drawer, it wasn't a lot but I would know.
I pulled on my Lycra jogging trousers and red running top and examined
myself in the mirror.  The top was not tight enough to perfectly frame my
breasts, but there was an unmistakable bulge where my nipples were stood to
attention, I had always been a bit self-conscious about how my tight
trousers framed my bottom, but now where the outline of my knickers used to
be, there was smoothness confirming the exact contours of my butt.  I
quickly left my house feeling that I couldn't change my mind once I was
jogging.

   I thought that having smaller breasts would mean I wouldn't suffer from
the lack of a sports bra, but as my tits began to bounce with the rhythm of
my jog I would be lying if I said it wasn't distracting.  As my run
progressed I realised the scale of my mistake, my underwear wasn't just
there for modesty, as my labia rubbed against the tight Lycra of my
sportswear and my nipples bounced against my top fabric, I could feel the
oncoming chafing and decided to stop running.  It was very short of my
usual distance but I had experienced chafing when I first started jogging
and knew enough to know I didn't want it to happen again.

   I slowed to a stop next to the first lake on my route, angry with myself
for making such a stupid decision.  Now I was going to have to walk home
and I wouldn't have time to do a proper jog before work.  Dwelling on the
path to that stupid decision gave me an idea of how to mitigate its harms
that I couldn't get out of my head.  I cast my eyes around the lake, it was
as uninhibited as it always was.  My hands shivered as I pulled my top over
my head, my whole body began to shiver next as I nervously pulled my
trousers down, clumsily bundling them over my running shoes.  I was now as
naked as she had been.

   I stood looking out over the lake, the cold October air chilling my
whole body.  In its panicked state my brain began to rationalise as best it
could my new circumstances.  "Think of the calories you're burning" it
reasoned.  "Your heart is pumping a mile a minute, heat is leaving your
body yet your insides feel like they're burning.  This must be helping."

   I realised I had been stood still for too long, and decided I would do
one lap of the lake naked, leaving my clothes next to the stump to give me
a reason to go as fast as I could.  It felt like my first time jogging,
willing my right foot to take that first step, starting so that continuing
would be easier than stopping.  I groaned with effort and bounced into my
first step.  A step became a jog, a jog became a run and before I knew it I
was sprinting around the lake, my curves bouncing while my breath floated
in the air.  My skin grew cold with the breeze and slick with sweat but my
core was warm and my pussy felt like it was on fire.

   I was about three quarters of the way around when I saw the deer.  I
always liked that I was able to live in London and yet be near a park with
deer in it, Richmond Park was special that way.  But this fucking deer had
decided that even though there was acres of grass for it to chew on, my
clothes looked more tasty for it.  My eyes bulged in disbelief as the deer
sauntered up to my clothes and lowered its head.  I wanted to shout to
scare it away but at the same time I didn't want to risk drawing attention
to myself in case there was someone nearby.  I summoned every reserve of
strength I had to sprint at the damn thing.

   The deer clearly heard the sounds of my heavy footsteps as it looked up,
my trousers dangling out of its mouth.  On seeing a furious naked woman
charging towards it the deer did what any deer would do and bolted, but to
my horror it didn't drop my trousers as it ran into a wooded area.

   Deers are annoyingly fast.  I couldn't outrun a deer in optimal
conditions let alone with my tits bouncing around and my mind clouded by
how humiliating this situation is.  I managed to keep it in sight, which I
figured would have to do.  Eventually it ran out the other side of the
wooded area and into a clearing that I at least had the presence of mind
not to follow it into.

   Richmond Park is like a mini national park in the south of London, one
thing it has on top of the deer, the lakes, the wooded areas and the
clearings, is roads used by everyone who wants a scenic route to work. 
This fucking deer had just stopped next to one of these roads so it could
eat my trousers.  It was still early enough that the road was not the usual
constant stream of cars, but there was no time that this road was empty.  I
crouched in the wooded area, watching from behind a tree as the deer chewed
on my trousers before a car drove by, scaring the deer enough for it to
drop them and run.

   My trousers were within reach, all I had to do was wait for a break in
traffic.  I spent so long waiting for there to not be cars that the sun was
beginning to rise, eventually I decided that the road was getting busier by
the minute and I would have to resign myself to being seen.  I waited for
the biggest break I could find and made a run for it, my head in my hands.
I got lucky that I was able to make it to my trousers before any cars
appeared, snatching them off the ground and sprinting towards the woods
where I would be safe until I got back to the lake.

   The moment I had my trousers in my hand I heard the engine of a car
approaching.  I turned my back on the road and ran, knowing at least one
car would see my naked bottom before I would be hidden.  I didn't look back
but I did hear two different horns honking behind me.  Maybe someone will
dwell on my naked body the way I dwelled on that other lady's.

   Once clear of the road I put my trousers on and went to pick up my top.
With the first step I realised something was wrong, that bastard deer had
chewed a hole right in the crotch, looking down I could see the black fuzz
of my pubic hair poking out of the front as well as more of my pale skin
then I would have liked.  Once I had reclaimed my top (thankfully right
where I left it, unmolested by deer) I began the ultimate walk of shame, my
hands covering my exposed pubis.

   When I finally got back home I sighed in relief.  A few people had
passed by and wondered why I had my hands over my pussy but I'm sure the
look on their face would have been different if I hadn't.  Despite
everything that went wrong, the rest of the day was spent daydreaming about
doing it again sometime.

   ...

   In the coming weeks I never really pushed myself as far as that first
day, I tried some minor rebellions, like flashing London from the hill, or
having a quick play with myself behind a tree.  I remember jogging in a
loose fitting vest with no bra and having my tits constantly bouncing out
was a fun experiment.  But these techniques were something to boost
motivation rather than part of the routine.

   November was starting to wear on when things changed again.  I was doing
my usual jog when a pink and black speck under a nearby streetlight caught
my eye.  It was another jogger so I had to dejectedly shelve my plans to do
a section of my run in just my underwear.  As she got closer on the path
and the next streetlight shone on her, I immediately recognised her as the
woman I had seen naked about a month ago, that image was so burned into my
brain there was no mistake.  Sure now she was dressed in a sleek jogging
outfit but there was no mistaking that mischievous face and curly blonde
hair.  My stomach dropped at the presence of someone who had been on my
mind for so long and in panic I casually rerouted into a separate path and
then hid in a bush to avoid passing her.

   Just off the path my mind raced, I had spent a good amount of time
hoping to run into the naked jogger again but had no idea what I should do
now she was on the same path as me.

   Well I had one idea.

   In a frenzy, before my better senses could stop me, I began to strip off
my clothes.  Naked and shivering in the cold winter morning, I decided to
wait for the sound of footsteps to get closer and then I would jog
alongside her naked.  I was only naked in that bush for a moment or two but
it felt like a lifetime.  I questioned how she would react?  What was she
going to do?  What if she laughs, or attacks me, or what if I had been
fixated so long on that naked woman I was seeing things and I was about to
thrust my naked body on some unsuspecting and innocent stranger.  The
footsteps passed and I once again willed myself into that first step that
had me jogging naked, getting ever further from my clothes.

   It took a few steps before she glanced behind her.  What a sight I must
have been; pale skin in the moonlight, tits bouncing everywhere, probably a
look on my face somewhere between ravenous and mortified.  She stopped to
stare for a second and I felt it appropriate to stop next to her.  There
was a couple of seconds of stunned silence that began to feel much longer
than was comfortable so I decided to break it by pretending everything was
normal.

   "Having a good run?" I nonchalantly enquired.

   "Clearly not as enjoyable as yours," she chuckled.  Eventually after
another uncomfortable silence, my embarrassment got the better of me.

   "Ever since I saw you jogging naked, I have thought about it every day
and sometimes I do something like this!" I blurted out like a schoolgirl
confessing to a teacher.  She gave my naked body a look up and down, before
peeling off her top.  I couldn't believe it, she was also getting naked, I
saw that same hesitation and fear giving way to resolve and soon she stood
as naked as I was.  I couldn't help but stare, she was a bit older and our
tits were the same size but everything else was more trim and toned.

   "Top of the hill and back?" She asked.  In stunned silence I gave a nod
and we began to jog.  The feeling was everything I hoped it would be, the
rush of air and the feeling of risk tempered with the reassurance of having
someone else with you.  As we got to the top of the hill I couldn't keep
the grin off my face as we stopped to stretch.

   "I've always wanted a jogging partner." My new friend mused.  "How about
we jog together every day?" Overwhelming joy rose up inside of me at her
suggestion, naked and on the top of London, we exchanged information.  She
introduced herself as Scarlett and we decided to meet at the edge of the
park every morning at 6:00.  We both agreed we wouldn't be jogging naked
every time, but we would push some boundaries, it turns out she had been on
a similar journey to mine in terms of the evolution of her jogging habits.

   We had been chatting so long, it was Scarlett that noted the sun was
coming up and that we should probably get back to our clothes before the
park cleaners put them in the bin (something that had happened to her
once.) We ended up jogging at a slow pace so that we could continue
swapping stories and then I picked up my clothes and went home to prepare
for work.

   I when I first dragged myself kicking and screaming into doing some
exercise, I felt like I was going to hate it but it would be a down payment
on a happier life.  I never could have envisioned that the jogging itself
wouldn't just be fun, it would be the thing I look forward to most of every
day.  Every day I made sure to make it to the park entrance by six and felt
a deep squeal of joy deep inside me when Scarlett was waiting for me with a
cheeky grin on her face.  Most commonly we would jog like normal people, no
surprises.  We had a sort of unspoken understanding that was how it would
be unless circumstances outside of our jog made us want to try something
different, at which point one of us tended to have an idea and the other
would contribute the drive to go through with it or even improve upon it.

   No corner of Richmond Park was a stranger to our antics, Scarlett loved
my loose fitting vest idea, while she showed me this fun trick to jog along
the road wearing thick tights without underwear, fooling driver's into
thinking you're wearing yoga pants while you know anyone looking closely
enough would be able to see your pussy.  Before long months had passed and
it was early May when Scarlett discussed an idea she had for our jogging
group.

   "So every so often I take a jogging holiday, it's exactly like it
sounds. Anyway, I thought this year I could bring a friend." She suggested
as we jogged.

   "How much will it cost?" I asked, excited at the prospect but mindful
that most of my paycheque went to Richmond level rents.

   "Nothing for you, I am far wealthier than I have ever mentioned, in fact
part of what I like about our friendship is those day to day concerns don't
matter to the likes of us.  Nevertheless, in July I have flights to a
holiday house on the Faroe Islands for a long weekend, Thursday to Sunday,
and I would be thrilled if you came as my guest." My head was spinning, not
just at the free holiday but what it would entail, I barely hesitated in
saying yes.  She gave me the dates and now I had something to look forward
to.

   As summer rolled around and temperatures began to rise, the anticipation
of the holiday ahead made everything else fall into a mundane routine. 
Scarlett even suggested that despite our feelings, any time we had an idea
for how we wanted to de-stress during our jogs, we should make a note of it
for the holiday rather than acting on it immediately.  A good idea but one
that really made me begin to stress in the days ahead.  Eventually it was
holiday time and I met Scarlett at Gatwick airport.

   I think the flights to the Faroe Islands was the first time Scarlett and
I actually chatted about our lives.  She had started a couple of internet
companies out of University when the net was young, eventually hitting the
jackpot of being bought out by a bigger company and leaving her a
relatively young millionaire at 33, now taking any consultancy jobs that
excited her.  Jogging appeared to be her only hobby outside the workplace
and until I came along she viewed it as a lonely release.

   When we landed at the airport, I was amazed that on top of our business
class flights, Scarlett had booked a helicopter to take us from the airport
to the island where our cottage had been booked.  As I looked out the
window I marvelled at the rolling hills unfolding before me, there was
simply no way to understate how beautiful the Faroe Islands are.  Once we
reached the helipad, a rental car was waiting for our final part of the
journey.  Scarlett drove us to the front door of a large yet cosy cottage
in a small fishing town and we spent the evening unpacking and getting
rested.

   On day one we woke up at the crack of dawn as was our routine, but we
looked out over the mountains, our minds filled with ideas.  We had decided
that I would pick the day one activity as Scarlett had some ideas for days
two and three.  Before we started Scarlett showed me the jogging backpacks
she had prepared, they contained all the things necessary for safe
exploration; a compass, a whistle, energy bars, and plenty of water.  More
importantly it contained thermal blankets so we could leave the house in as
little as we wanted and not end up freezing to death on a hillside (the
Faroe Islands are a cold place even in summer).

   Once Scarlett had shown me our backpacks, I showed her the outfits we
would be wearing on day one, we both agreed that we would be spending a lot
of time jogging naked, but we were still in the middle of a village and we
needed something to wear until we had the rolling hills to ourselves.  I
had bought us matching outfits, a loose fitting white vest and a short
tennis skirt, to be worn without underwear, of course.

   We put on our outfits and stood at the front door looking at each other,
our hearts pounding in our chests.  Scarlett opened the door and held it
open for me as I stepped out into the world.  The Faroe Islands weren't
especially cold, but the wind was vicious, whipping around all my exposed
skin and threatening to lift my short pleated skirt.  As Scarlett left the
house I saw a shiver run up and down her body as she came to the same
conclusion.  We began to jog down the road and towards the large hill we
had decided to jog to the top of today, keeping a slow pace and
occasionally laughing as the wind caught one or both of our skirts and we
gave anyone who was there to see it a good view of our bottoms.  The town
remained quite sleepy and abandoned despite our show.

   It didn't take us long to reach the edge of town, sparse houses giving
way to rolling hills.  As we were uphill we could see a good amount of the
town and wondered how easily its residents would spot us.  Scarlett and I
discussed it and decided that when we could no longer read the time on the
church's clock tower, we were far enough away and the outfit I picked out
would go in our bags.  Our pace quickened at the prospect, our breasts
spending more time popped out than contained in the flimsy vests.

   We didn't put much effort into squinting at the clock tower when we were
far enough away, as a practiced reflex we whipped off the scant clothing we
had and began joyously running up the hill.  Richmond Park had always been
in the shadow of London, what risks we took were freeing, but were
incomparable to the purity of running naked among the untouched hills of
the Faroe Islands.  It was just me, Scarlett, our bodies and the world
dancing in pure exhilaration.  Whether or not our naked bodies could be
seen from town was an irrelevance, we were certain they could hear our
joyous laughter echoing among the hills.  Every so often I would look over
to see Scarlett, smiling with every inch of her body, her flesh bared to
the world, and I would wonder if I also looked like I was in a joyous
nirvana of nudity.

   When we got to the top of the hill we dropped out backpacks, kicked off
our shoes and stood sky clad at the top of the world, the sweeping pastures
and coves laid bare beneath our female forms.  My heart was pumping so fast
I didn't even notice I was shivering from the cold, it was a surprise when
I felt Scarlett wrap a huge fleece blanket around me to keep me from
literally freezing my tits off.  I watched as Scarlett bent over to rummage
through her bag for the second blanket, her perfect ass framing her clearly
drenched pussy.  Covered in goosebumps and shivering in the wind, I decided
on a more direct approach to help her.  I took the corners of the blanket
in my arms and wrapped them around her shoulders so the blanket was
covering us both, our naked bodies shivering together.

   Although we had shared our bodies a lot in our time together, I had
never touched Scarlett.  It was a wild and exciting feeling, being able to
feel her breasts pressed against mine, our arms and legs clumsily
intertwined, looking out over the hills it felt like the whole world
belonged to us.  I turned to see Scarlett staring at me.  All the beauty of
the world stretched out before us and she just wanted to see my smile.  I
hadn't noticed but I had been stroking her leg and seeing her face at its
most ecstatic and content I knew what was coming next.

   The world swirled around us as, drawn by a mutual pull from an invisible
force, we pulled ourselves to a close embrace.  Scarlett bit her bottom lip
as she brought her face closer to mine, our lips connected and suddenly
that same excitement I felt when I first saw her naked came rushing back,
like lightning had struck our hill and filled every pore with radiating
electricity.

   She grabbed my bottom and pulled my body onto hers, rolling on top of
one side of the blanket while the other rolled off my back.  Our bodies
once again exposed to the whipping winds, the tingles running up and down
our skin as our hands began to explore each other in new and exciting ways.
I remember I managed to get my hand between Scarlett's legs first, her
pussy drenched and pulsing with anticipation.  As I began to caress her
pussy, spreading her labia and beginning to explore inside, my body gave
way to a shudder of joy as I felt her fingers begin to explore my pussy in
response.

   We howled with the wind as or we worked inside one another, our bodies
rising and falling with waves of pleasure.  I fell back in delight and
before I knew it, Scarlett was shifting her body into a new position, her
toned legs sliding past my body as she moved between my legs and began to
grind her pussy against mine.  On that hill with all of nature as our
witness we became one flesh and shuddered to a fall together.

   We spent the next hour or so wrapped in the second blanket, sat on top
of the first, caressing each other as we took in the surroundings our
recent experiences, both absolutely breath-taking.  After a while of calm,
Scarlett took a big swig of her water and stood up.

   "Come on lazybones!" She announced, "Just because you pulled doesn't
mean this isn't a jogging holiday.  Let's head back to the cottage."
Scarlett ran her hands up and down her body, and I once again saw that
cheeky smile she gets when she has an idea.  "How about a game of naked
chicken?  First one to put their clothes back on loses."

   "OK" I replied, "winner gets to sit on the losers face for as long as
they want." Scarlett's face was a picture of admiration for me raising the
stakes, she heartily agreed and we began to return to the cabin. 
Excitement turned to trepidation as the isolated nature began to be
encroached upon by the man-made town.  Suddenly we were not alone and my
bravado was replaced with my classic bashfulness.  I could now very clearly
make out the time on the church clock, but also I could make out the cars
bustling around on their business.  It was when I could make out the paved
roads and even some distant pedestrians that my nerves got the better of me
and I began to reach into my bag, much to Scarlett's amusement.

   I put on my tennis skirt and loose vest and prepared to jog when
Scarlett pointedly coughed.

   "Aren't you forgetting something?" She asked.

   "Right here?" I couldn't believe what she was asking.

   "Right here, right now, I get to sit on your face for as long as I
want." I had envisioned it being a fun little romp for when we got home but
she was right, I had never specified where or when.  Gingerly I took off my
backpack and lay down on the cold grass.  I took a last look at the nearby
town before my view was obstructed by Scarlett standing over me, lowering
her pussy onto my face.  I stuck out my tongue in anticipation and when her
lips met mine, I ate greedily.  I have no idea how long I lay there,
burying my tongue as deep into Scarlett's pussy as I could, but I was aware
that Scarlett was having the time of her life, being eaten out on the
outskirts of town, still bare and proud, I wish I had that confidence.

   After a shuddering orgasm that left me with a wet face, Scarlett got up
and put on her own tennis skirt and vest.  After being naked this scant
covering gave us more comfort than it had done on our way out of the house,
however I was still nervous of showing off my intimates to some local
fisherman or storekeeper.  When we got back to the cottage we stripped off,
showered together and collapsed into each other's arms for an early
afternoon nap.

   In the evening we descended on the town, it was fairly small and close
knit but we were still able to find a pub that served a serviceable
fisherman's pie.  As the pub got more crowded we kept our ears to the
ground, listening for any mention of naked women on the nearby hillside. 
As the night went on and the wine flowed we began to get more hands with
one another and decided to head back to the cottage to use a hot tub
Scarlett had neglected to tell me about.

   The next morning Scarlett made a show of revealing the outfits she
wanted us to wear for our jogging excursion today.  When she brought two
tins of paint out of her bag I thought she was joking.

   "Of course we'll both have to shave some bits beforehand but yes, this
is a nice thick paint that we can put on one another and fool the town into
thinking we're wearing clothes." The paints were black and pink to match
Scarlett's usual running clothes.  I was still staring wide eyed at the
tins of paint when Scarlett came back from her room with a razor and
ushered me into the shower to lather me up.  Scarlett was so graceful and
precise with the razor, I felt smoother than I had ever felt down there,
but that did make me nervous when it was my time to shave her.  I feel I
did a commendable job and seeing our shaved pussies made me feel like we
were even more naked than before.

   Scarlett allowed me to go first with the paint, I started with the black
paint, passing my brush over her skin to draw an outline of the jogging
outfit I remember her having, black trousers and black top with vivid pink
stripes.  Scarlett couldn't help but giggle at the ticklish brush passing
over her skin, I then filled in the gaps with a nice thick layer of paint,
making sure to spend plenty of time covering her pussy and ass, a difficult
task with her wet pussy interfering with the paint drying.  I finished with
the pink detailing and stepped back, I was actually quite proud of what I
had done, it wouldn't fool anyone who passed close by but from a distance
you could believe she wasn't naked.  Scarlett took her the brush and stared
into the paint cans.

   "You realise I only brought the two cans right?" She asked gazing into
the pots.  "With the amount you used on me, I'm going to have to give you a
skimpier outfit than mine, and yours is going to be far more pink then
black." I gulped with trepidation, I didn't realise I had to be sparing.  I
closed my eyes as Scarlett dipped her brush into the pink tin.  My mouth
slipped out a gasp of betrayal as I felt the brush begin to glide over my
sensitive skin.  My breathing audibly quickening as Scarlett paid close
attention to my pussy.  It wasn't long before she implored me to open my
eyes and examine myself in the mirror.

   Scarlett had effectively given me a sleeveless crop top paired with
tight pink short shorts.  Some black detailing sold the illusion a bit but
the abundance of bright pink made my contours more visible than Scarlett's
concealing black.  I stood as far away from the mirror as I could and still
my pussy lips were clearly defined and visible from most angles, not to
mention my stuff nipples that stood out so much they could be used to
direct traffic.

   "Nobody is going to be fooled by this" I objected.

   "It's fine, barely anyone will be around this early in the morning and
our running route takes us to the coast, along a bit and up a river, won't
be anyone there this time of day and anyone far away won't give us a second
glance." Scarlett reasoned pushing a backpack into my hands and ushering me
towards the front door.

   I peeked out around the door and sure enough the road was empty, I
stepped out and immediately felt that signature Faroe Island wind send
goosebumps up and down my body, yet another thing that would easily give
the game away to anyone close enough.  Scarlett seemed more confident than
me as she stepped out of the house but in fairness she had more to be
confident about.

   We began our jog and I was immediately on the lookout for anyone who
might see us.  The sleepy village on a Saturday morning remained asleep, as
we jogged by the bar the state of the gardens surrounding it spoke to a
village wide hangover keeping our jog private.  Once or twice a car would
zoom past us, I was certain they would have gotten a great passing view if
they were even half paying attention.  As we got to the coast, some boats
offshore gave me pause for concern, I only hoped the fishermen were
concentrating more on the fish than on the functionally naked girls on the
shore.

   Eventually we made it to the river and began to run inland, the
isolation once again claiming us and removing all doubts.  We remained on
the riverbank, only straying as the surrounding muddiness forced us away,
the uphill jog causing our calves to burn in sync.  When we reached a
beautiful waterfall, we didn't need words to agree this would be a good
place to stop for a breather.

   There was no hesitancy like the previous day, the moment the blanket was
down Scarlett was on me, our bodies immediately intertwined.  Scarlett then
pushed me flat to the blanket, and edged her way down between my legs.  I
couldn't believe my luck as I felt her tongue begin to playfully flick at
my clitoris, I felt my body begin to betray me and clearly Scarlett felt it
too, as she went from a playful toying to plunging her tongue between my
labia, greedily eating my out, I unashamedly squealed myself through an
orgasm.  As she looked up at me from between my legs, I couldn't help but
burst out laughing at the electric pink paint that had rubbed off on her
face.

   "Oh you think that is funny?" she giggled pointing at my pussy.  I
looked down to see all the paint surrounding my dripping vagina missing,
framed by bright pink there was no way anyone was missing that.

   "You bitch," I snorted, "that's it, I'm going to lick every ounce of
paint off you" I yelled tackling her to the ground.  We rolled around play
fighting, interspaced with kissing, Scarlett often coming out on top and
holding me down, the roar of the waterfall drowning out my groans of
delight, but Scarlett clearly heard them.

   "You want me so bad, come and get me." She announced, her tell-tale
cheeky grin letting me know she was about to do something crazy.  Without
warning she ran into the river behind us, heading straight for the
waterfall and letting out a shriek as the cold water rinsed over her body
and the paint began to flow into the stream.

   "Are you insane?" I yelled.

   "Come on, haven't you ever wanted to make out under a waterfall?" She
replied.  "Plus this paint isn't exactly non-toxic, I already feel woozy
even though I spat out as much as I could, I couldn't have you licking it
all off me."

   I knew it was a terrible idea, but seeing Scarlett wash away her paint,
revealing her purest form frolicking in the crystal waters overwhelmed my
brain with desire.  Before I knew it, I was slowly wading out to her, the
icy water numbing my legs.  The cold waterfall took my breath away, but as
I gasped I felt Scarlett's hands grab my waist and pull me tight to her,
her tongue darting into my mouth as her body became a beacon of heat
surrounded by the sensory pleasure of rushing water.  My mind focused on
every touch as my body numbed to anything that wasn't Scarlett's embrace.

   Our liaison under the waterfall was intense but brief, there's only so
long you can spend under cold water before you need to dry off and warm up
to save your extremities.  We hadn't packed towels but the blankets seemed
to work alright and we once again decided to share our body heat.  It was
quite some time before my head stopped spinning and I was able to address
the question my mind had silenced in its erotic fog.

   "How are we going to get back to our house now?" I asked Scarlett.

   "We still have these blankets, we can just return with them wrapped
around us," she sighed.  It wasn't ideal but I agreed it was better than
the alternative, we wrapped the damp blankets around our shivering bodies
and began the long walk back to our warm cottage.

   By the time we got back the town was a bit busier.  As we returned from
the coast we got a few sideways glances but I was keeping my blanket tight
around my body and Scarlett was doing the same, although she had taken to
occasionally flashing me when nobody was looking.

   We fell through the door and immediately got to work lighting the fire
to warm up our naked shivering bodies.  We fell asleep in each other's arms
in front of the fire and didn't wake up until mid-afternoon.  I kissed
Scarlett awake and went to grab a bottle of wine, after today I was
fascinated about what her final day plans could possibly be.

   I was confused when Scarlett turned down the wine, her cheeky grin had
been replaced with a nervous determination I had never seen from her.

   "This is the second jogging holiday I have been on." She stated
pensively, "and what I want to do tomorrow is something I chickened out of
last time.  Please understand you don't have to do what I am promising to
do, I just hoped that having someone with me would make it easier." I
gulped at the thought of what would make Scarlett so nervous.

   "My plan is as follows, tomorrow we are due at the helipad at three in
the afternoon, and it is about 5 miles away.  What I want to do is drive to
the waiting room tonight, and lock all my, and possibly your, clothes and
bags in our storage locker.  I have made arrangements for our rental car to
be picked up from this house, so I want to leave the house naked, lock the
door, post the keys through the letterbox and be without any possessions
between here and the helipad." Scarlett stuttered out, blushing from head
to toe, I blinked in shock.

   "People will definitely see you if you do that." I pointed out.

   "People who live in another country that I will never see again."
Scarlett replied.  "I just love the idea of having nothing on me at all,
reset to just me.  Please I want to do this even if you don't, and I won't
force you to." I was clearly standing agape in front of Scarlett, who
decided to make dinner to give me time to think.

   We ate dinner in silence, and then to make things seem more real,
Scarlett left to begin packing up everything she owned, as she would have
to take my luggage as well I decided to pack alongside her.  But before I
started, I picked out my jogging outfit and put it on.

   "Sorry Scarlett, I don't think I can go along with this." I announced as
a single tear dropped down my face.

   "It's OK" Scarlett responded, "Just by being here you are doing more for
me than I thought possible." She pulled me close for a hug that made me
really feel like she meant what she said and more, this did not assuage my
guilt.

   It was night when Scarlett edged out of the house naked, carrying her
suitcase, me walking dejectedly behind her with mine.  We loaded up the car
and I shut the boot as Scarlett climbed into the driver's seat, pulling the
seatbelt across her heaving breasts, struggling to contain her heavy
breathing at the thought of what lay ahead.  She gave me a shy kiss on the
lips that I felt tingle down my body, shocking my system.

   "Wait!" I yelled.  I still didn't feel comfortable with what was ahead,
but I knew anything I faced with Scarlett I could handle.  With shaking
hands I stripped off my jogging outfit.  Unashamed of the sleepy town
surrounding us I took my time to open the boot and pack my only outfit into
my bag, the tail lights of the car illuminating my naked body in scandalous
red the whole time.  I went back to the driver's seat to give Scarlett a
much more intense kiss and as I turned to walk away she gave me a playful
slap on the bottom.

   I went and sat in the house, fiddling with whatever I could,
contemplating what lay ahead of me in silence.  It was a couple of hours
before I heard the car pull up at the cottage and Scarlett walked through
the door, beaming with joy at the sight of me.

   "How does it feel to have absolutely nothing?" She asked.

   "I dunno, pretty freaky." I replied honestly.  Scarlett put another log
on the fire and sat down with me on the sofa.

   "I won't leave you." She reassured, stroking my body with all of
herself. "Tomorrow when we step out of this house and lock the door behind
us, the only thing we will have is the only thing we will need, each
other."

   ...

   I don't think I had ever seen Scarlett genuinely nervous.  I had
sometimes seen that slight fade in her cheeky grin that would betray a
measure of trepidation, but stood next to the front door I saw her whole
body shaking at the thought of what lay ahead, her face a picture of steely
determination.  Thinking of myself, I felt my face and body language was
probably no more reassuring.

   I took a deep breath and decided it was time to repay Scarlett for the
world she had inadvertently introduced me to.  I took her hand and smiled
at her as I opened the front door, our bodies giving a small tell-tale jump
as we heard the door close behind us.  Scarlett was holding the keys to the
house and car, so I nodded at her to do the final task that would lock us
into our fate.  I grabbed her ass as she bent over to post the keys back
through the letterbox, then we both shuddered as we hear the metallic
rattle of the keys hitting the floor.

   The previous days we had at least faced an empty road to get started in,
that old adage of starting so it is easier to continue than to stop, but on
those days we had left early in the morning while the town was still
sleepy. We turned around and immediately noticed a couple stood in the
street staring at us.  Scarlett stared back at them, her hands
instinctively moving to cover herself, I wasn't going to let that happen.

   Forcing myself to laugh, I grabbed Scarlett by the hand and dragged her
into a jog, giving a cheerful wave to the gawking couple as we passed.

   "Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening." Scarlett stammered as
she got into a familiar rhythm of a jog, her naked body drawing stares from
the occasional bystander.

   "Come on Scarlett!" I yelled, "I'm not leaving your side." I was hoping
that keeping my focus on Scarlett would help distract me from the equal
attention my nude form was getting.  We jogged along the road, our bare
feet slapping against the concrete.  I was concerned that the town still
seemed quite empty, we were getting the odd passer-by who would receive us
with either a gawking stare or a hearty catcall, but I could have sworn I
had seen the town busier on other days.  When we turned the corner at the
end of the road, it became clear where the whole town was.

   That church, the one whose clock tower we used as a barometer of town
proximity, had been filled with townspeople attending the Sunday morning
service.  Almost exactly as we turned the corner, the bells began to ring
and the doors were flung open for all the people of the town to go back to
their lives.  We stared in disbelief at the crowd of churchgoers, who in
turn stared back at two naked women, approaching them at speed.  Scarlett
began to wave.

   There was no single reaction from the crowd, the priest was the first to
break the silence, yelling that we were "Jezebels" and all manner of
uncouth names.  The wives mainly tried to cover their husband's eyes while
the husbands did what they could to get an eyeful of our tits and pussy. 
Among some of the parishioners I saw a shock with a glint of intrigue,
leading me to wonder if we had spread out love for spontaneous nudity
further that day and that copycats would be left in our wake.

   As we passed the crowd a couple of older ladies broke from the masses to
chase us, handbags firmly grasped and ready to be swung at any errant body
part not fast enough to avoid their wrath, we were confident we could
outrun the elderly but quickened our pace just in case.

   Once we had enough distance from the crowd to ensure our getaway, our
pace slowed again.  Scarlett turned to blow the crowd kisses and even gave
a couple of cheeky slaps on her bottom to taunt the pious.  I could barely
bring myself to wave at them, the thought of my naked body being burned
into their minds started to chip away at the false confidence I had used to
get Scarlett moving.

   "One second, in all this excitement we forgot to stretch at the start of
our run." Scarlett announced, bringing our jog to a halt, still firmly
within view of the church crowd.  "Come on, we don't want to cramp." She
turned to face the crowd and lowered herself to a squat, stretching one leg
to the side before stretching each leg in turn, showing off her open legs
to the crowd.  She was stretching for a good ten seconds before I decided
to join in.

   Next we moved stood up straight and leant on each other in order to lift
our legs up behind our backs, each pushing the other to lift higher and
show off more.  The crusading old ladies were catching their breath and
getting ready for a second assault so we decided one more stretch, we
didn't even need to look at each other to know which one.

   We both turned our backs on the crowd, moved our legs apart to a wide
stance, before bending over and touching the ground.  Between my legs, I
could see the reaction from the crowd as I thrust my pussy and anus towards
them.  The Faroe Island winds whipped around my rudest parts and my body
shivered all over.  I didn't have time to really drink in the moment as one
of the healthier old women had caught her breath and was within handbag
swatting distance of our exposed bottoms.  Laughing our heads off we began
running again.

   We got to the edge of town and kept going, Scarlett leading the way as
she knew where we were going.  We decided to run on the grass verge next to
the road to keep our bare feet from being scraped by the concrete road.

   "This is amazing!" Scarlett yelled to the hills.  "How does it feel to
have absolutely nothing on you?" I blushed at the question, fumbling for
words to answer her but Scarlett couldn't stand the silence.  "I mean think
about it, if we get separated, or if I couldn't remember the locker
combination, we're both out here with nothing on us, what would we do?"

   Scarlett had a point and I felt a deep feeling of fear deep in my
stomach at the thought.  I was, in every sense of the word, exposed.  Even
more so than Scarlett as I didn't know how to get to the locker, or its
combination.  The only thing keeping me from being permanently naked and
penniless in a foreign country was trust in a woman I had fallen in love
with l, but a woman I only knew as the Richmond park streaker about six
months ago.  Scarlett interrupted this train of thought by grabbing me and
giving me a deep and frenzied kiss.

   "Thank you so much for doing this with me." She cooed, licking my taste
off her lips.  "I've never felt so free, I feel like I could just dissolve
into the breeze with you and we could spend the rest of our lives blowing
around the islands, forever entwined." My knees felt weak at this, I never
was one for soppy romance but it was hard not to feel so loved at that
moment.  Clearly Scarlett was also not one for romance as she caught
herself and quickly corrected, "Unfortunately we have a helicopter to catch
so we'll have to do that another time."

   We kept jogging over a hill before we spotted a small village, Scarlett
pointed out that the helipad was over the hill on the far side and we
agreed that even though we had the option to go around the village and
avoid all the villagers, we would be going straight through the middle.

   Once again empty roads gave way to sparse houses and the occasional
person who would stop to stare at the two naked women jogging through their
village.  We drank in every look we got, each one encouraging us in their
own way, the excited would will us on and the disparaging would be another
person we were rebelling against.  We got to the centre of the village and
another cheeky grin found its way across Scarlett's face.

   "We didn't bring a bottle of water on this run, hydration is important."
She announced, "how about we nip into that village pub for a glass of
water?" The words were barely out of her mouth by the time she was pushing
open an old oak door of a whitewashed cottage, the old sign on the
threshold announcing we were entering 'The Salty Captain.'

   As I entered the pub, I immediately discovered why the village was a bit
sparsely populated, they appeared to all be in the bar.  Every seat was
taken and there was a small but disorderly queue by the bar, the quiet hum
of conversation cut to a thick silence as we walked in the door.

   "Two glasses of water please?" Scarlett demurely asked, her every word
seeming to echo around the stunned silence of the pub.  The bartender
mutely obeyed, his jaw barely leaving the floor.  With nowhere to sit, we
each took a glass of water and stood at the bar, clearly now the firm
centre of attention.  Slowly the murmur of chatting began again and we
began to feel like we needed to get our helicopter.  We walked towards the
door, rising above the moans and pleas for us to stay, but one voice seemed
to cut above the rest.

   "Scarlett?" All colour drained from Scarlett's body, the whole point of
this trip was we could do things like this without being recognised and yet
someone in a remote Faroe Island pub just blurted out her name.  She
staggered round as if someone had just punched her in the stomach to look
for who had just seen her.  Sitting in one of the booths with a pie and a
pint was a wiry man that looked vaguely familiar to me, I could see from
the look on Scarlett's face she had the same sense of Deja vu but couldn't
place the man.  "It's Tim, the helicopter pilot."

   Scarlett relaxed a little but not a lot, it wasn't someone who knew her
directly, a Faroe Islander who wouldn't have any connection to our normal
lives.  Nonetheless this was someone who knew her name and address from the
booking, even if he couldn't do anything with this information she was now
more known than she wanted from the experience.

   "I was just finishing up before coming to give you a lift to the
airport, why don't you come sit with me and we can head to the helipad
together." Scarlett stammered for a second before I decided to be her
pillar of strength.

   "Thanks Tim, but as you can see we need to get changed out of our
jogging outfits before the helicopter flight." I replied, gripping my thigh
to try and keep my composure.  We stared at him for a second before I
grabbed Scarlett by the hand and dragged her out of the pub.

   "Shit." she remarked, "Shit!" she went on to exclaim.  "Shit, shit,
shit" she added.

   "Maybe there is something we can salvage from this?" I interrupted,
grasping Scarlett's arm to calm her down.

   "What do you mean?" She asked, visibly panicking.

   "Calm down honey." I stated, grabbing both her shoulders and forcing her
to stare straight into my eyes.  "Our helicopter pilot has seen us naked,
we need to accept that.  If we do we can have some fun.  How about a race?
If we jog to the helipad before Tim can finish his pie and drive there, we
get changed as planned.  If Tim beats us there, we give him our luggage and
let him decide when we get it back." I could see Scarlett weighing up this
option in her mind, my mind was eased when I saw her trademark cheeky grin
return.  She gave me a big hug and I marvelled that I still felt so
overjoyed at the feeling of her naked body pressing against mine.  Before I
had a chance to stop her she rushed back into the pub, she was barely in
there 20 seconds before she returned to me.

   "Alright, now Tim knows our plan and the code to our locker.  We should
get moving," she announced before jogging right past me and towards the
hill with the helipad on the other side.  I squealed with disbelief and
took off after her, I had hoped a cheeky suggestion would give her back her
pep, but now we were risking so much more.  I was willing to trust Scarlett
but not Tim, I was powerless against Scarlett's charms but I wasn't willing
to be powerless to a helicopter pilot I have never met before.

   Scarlett took us off the road and through the countryside, adamant that
we were going as the crow flies and with the added bonus that we wouldn't
see Tim overtake us in his car so would not know whether or not we had won
until we reached the helipad.  We started off with our usual jogging and
laughing, but gradually this evolved into a mad dash across the
countryside, each of us with thoughts of the consequences of our tardiness.

   As we crested the hill we saw a helicopter take off, alerting us to how
close we were to the helipad (and making us worry about whether Tim was
behind the controls.) We bounced our way down the hill, naked, tired and
aching and practically kicked down the door of the hangar where the lockers
were kept.  Scarlett staggered to the locker, catching her breath and
twisting the padlock to the combination that would yield our bags.

   The locker swung open to reveal it was as bare as we were

   We looked around and out of the window spotted Tim, stood next to his
helicopter, waving to us.  Scarlett shot me a look that said "this was your
idea." I shot her one back that hopefully communicated "you were the one
who gave him our locker code." Shaking we walked out onto the concrete
helipad.

   "Hello ladies, as per Scarlett's instructions I have hidden your
suitcases." He announced with a gleeful look on his face.  "I'll you what,
pose for a commemorative photo in front of my helicopter and I'll tell you
where they are." Scarlett's face turned crimson.

   "Hell no, what of someone I know sees it?" she objected.

   "You know many people planning to take a helicopter flight in the Faroe
Islands?" Tim retorted.  Scarlett considered this for a minute before
taking a deep breath and going to stand next to the helicopter, me walking
dejectedly behind her.  Tim raised his camera phone and beckoned us to
smile and pose for him.

   I chose to point at his helicopter in the most sexy pose I could muster,
but as I got in position Scarlett had a different idea.  She grabbed my
body and pulled it close to hers, licking my lips before connecting with
her own, one fabulous kiss later Tim's camera was full and his cock was
clearly hard.  Scarlett stared into my eyes and grinned at her ingenuity,
with our faces pressed together it would be difficult to tell who we were.

   "Lovely, this will make great promotional material.  Well a deals a
deal, I know you want to get to the airport as soon as possible, so I sent
a friend ahead with your luggage." Scarlett and I looked at each other.  We
were even further away from our luggage than when we first started this
adventure, more isolated and more nude.  Tim helped us into his helicopter,
both opting to strap ourselves into the back seats, the five point
harnesses causing our breasts to bulge and digging in to our pussies.

   Tim got into the helicopter and started her up, the blades swinging,
sending vibrations throughout the cockpit.  I looked over to Scarlett and
saw she was starting to enjoy this as much as I was.  As we rose up into
the Faroe Island sky, I leaned over as much as I could with the harness and
gave Scarlett a kiss, a quick peck to know we still had each other. 
Scarlett had clearly been affected more by the vibrations than I had and
grabbed me to give a much more passionate kiss back.

   High above the Faroe Islands, we looked upon the stretching hills and
valleys for the last time, we were flying in every sense of the word, our
naked bodies inadvertently grinding against our seatbelts, our hands as
much on each other as air safety would allow, the roar of the helicopter
motor hiding our moans of ecstasy despite everything the flight was over
too soon.

   We got to Vagar airport and Tim's friend was soon on the radio to tell
us where we could collect our suitcases.  He had left them in the small
helicopter hangar that he assured us was usually empty.  Scarlett and I
were still in a daze from the helicopter, which I think is what prompted
Scarlett to grab the helicopter radio.

   "That won't do," she announced.  "Take our bags to baggage claim in the
airport and we'll pick them up there." She looked at me and her cheeky grin
turned maniacal, once the helicopter engine was off and it was safe to undo
the straps she pounced on me, wildly kissing and grabbing anything and
everything she could.

   Tim guided us to the door to the arrivals section of the airport, all
the way staring at our tits and telling us how unbelievable the situation
was, I couldn't help but agree with him.

   Vagar airport is not the busiest airport in the world, it receives a few
flights a day from mostly Scandinavian tourists, so I felt so lucky that as
we entered the arrivals terminal the whole place appeared to be empty. 
Scarlett and I walked up to the baggage carousel and began to wait,
playfully pinching one another.  We waited and waited and still no sign of
the carousel starting up to relinquish our clothes, in the distance a
plane's engines roar as our playful pinching turns into an all-out tickle
fight.

   We were jerked out of our fun by the sound of the carousel engine
roaring into life, a few moments later the belt began to move.  We bounced
in anticipation of finally having our bags back.

   With the benefit of hindsight I realise what went wrong, the carousel
was not turned on by Tim's friend, he simply put our bags on it and left.
The carousel was turned on when a flight full of people pulled into the
terminal.  So as Scarlett and I waited for our final moments of nudity to
be over, the door from the runway opened, and behind us filtered in a plane
full of passengers.

   We could hear the tumbling of bags behind us but they weren't out yet,
we were doomed to be seen by even more people.  Scarlett simply shrugged,
turned around and waved.

   "Welcome to the Faroe Islands!" She announced as the doors opened.

   ...

   Epilogue

   ...

   After greeting some people and posing for a few photos Scarlett and I
were able to get our bags and get out of there.  We spent the entire flight
back to London in a haze of relief and giddiness.  When we arrived back at
Heathrow we went our separate ways, planning to meet up for jogging
tomorrow morning.  I didn't think we could just go back to the way things
were but somehow we managed to slip into old patterns, jogging everyday
with the occasional bit of nudity and risk taking.

   It was another couple of months before Scarlett greeted me with her
trademark cheeky grin.

   "How attached would you say you are to your job?" she asked.  I admitted
I was not paid enough and did not like my manager enough to have cultivated
loyalty.  "That's great, how would you like a new job?  It's just my
consultancy firm has won two new contracts that I would really like an
admin to help me with.  It seems the US national park service wants someone
to set up a network of webcams all over their national parks, so myself and
one other person would need to go deep into national parks all over America
setting them up." I found myself chuckling at the thought, being paid to go
on naked hikes with Scarlett seemed like a dream come true.

   "What's the other contract?" I asked.

   "The bread and butter of any web consultancy, a porn site.  This one
specialised in exhibitionism and public nudity, plotting their videos on a
map so people can look up places near them where women have been naked in
public." This made me a bit more uncertain, but as I looked into Scarlett's
eyes I knew I couldn't say no to the life of adventure she was inviting me
to.

   "When do I start?" I nervously asked.

   "Well I promised them a video from London by the end of the day," she
stated, pulling out the camera she had hidden behind her back, "so consider
your job interview a naked lap of the golf course."

   With a blushing smile, I began to remove my jogging outfit.