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 �>�Running Skirt by alice_371

   RUNNING SKIRT (1)

   I have mentioned several times that I run half marathons for fun, but
the running skirts I often wear for training have never entered the
conversation.

   Despite their benefits in terms of reducing chaffing and managing heat
they are still uncommon, though there are an increasing number of converts
wearing them.

   I was an early convert to the running skirt and rarely wore anything
under it, apart from the obvious flashing opportunities it is also really
easy to put a skirt on or take it off without having to remove your
training shoes.  This is even more true when you are in a hurry.

   In the summer months I often trained late at night and would head off to
the meadows behind a local castle.  After a week or so of being on my own I
decided to have a little fun and after my first lap found a place to
undress and hide my clothes, I only had to remove my sports bra and skirt
so I was naked in seconds.

   Stepping back out onto the track I let the breeze wash over me for a
while just enjoying the sounds of the evening, then certain I was on my own
set off on my next lap.  Running naked fills me with so much energy and I
ran faster and harder than I would have clothed, especially whenever a
branch snapped underfoot or a particularly large bird made a noise.

   I was always a little more nervous as I passed the far end of my route
as the meadow was visible from the road and more than once I would have to
quickly drop to the ground as a car passed hoping they did not notice my
bottom in their headlights.  Whenever this happened I knew I was at least a
mile from my clothes -- though the only time I was really scared was when
the car slowed to a stop and I ended up crawling back through the
undergrowth to hide until they moved on.

   I was only ever caught by accident once, I was on my 6th or 7th mile and
had not been paying attention and nearly crashed head first into a couple
walking along the path.  I ended up stopping about a metre or so away from
them completely starkers and a little stunned while debating whether to
speed past or run back the way I -(TM)d came when one of the couple turned
on their torch.  Literally putting me in the spotlight.

   She laughed and it was funny to watch the torch beam move from focusing
on my boobs to my fluff, then caught herself thinking to ask  -�Are you
okay -- -� it suddenly occurring to them I could have been running from
something.  I felt safe so still not covering up I just laughed and claimed
running a lap in this fashion was a club forfeit for coming last.

   I asked if they would mind turning the torch off as it was going to take
a while for my night vision to return and she did so immediately, so we
stood there chatting for a little while with me naked and after a minute or
so them being able to see me again.

   Now that I could see it was time to head off again so I said my
farewells and started jogging, they waited till I was almost a metre away
before turning the torch on my now rapidly departing bottom, I tried not to
laugh when they did this, but they were not so reserved.

   The only small issue was that my clothes were about half a mile back the
other way, which meant I had about a mile and a half to go before I -(TM)d
reach them -- and the gate they would likely be exiting by was a way past
my clothes.

   So I made up my mind to try and beat them to my clothes and ran one of
my best laps but it was not fast enough and in the near distance I could
see their torch and once more I ended up running past them.  This time I
did not stop but we were all laughing as the torch illuminated everything
below my neck, though my clothes were at his point only a few metres away I
did not want them to know where they were hidden so I ended up running
another half mile down the track before sneaking back, and making sure they
had moved on.

   I -(TM)d gotten into the habit of a quick skinny dip in the river before
getting dressed and heading home, but figured I had better skip that
tonight -- then I wondered why they had been heading out in that direction
so late.  So I dressed quickly and headed along, sure enough they had
headed out for a little midnight swim, so laughing I sat next to their
clothes and whistled, unusually I was the only one dressed as they emerged.



   RUNNING SKIRT (2)

   I -(TM)d been running with the same mixed group for about 4 months and
once happy with the company rarely bothered with underwear since I was
enjoying the freedom of not worrying about chaffing.  A couple of the other
women in the group had adopted my choice of attire, though they had went
for versions with Lycra shorts under the skirt.  The occasional glance
between other runners when it was a bit windy let me know I -(TM)d flashed
a few people, though they would likely have assumed I was wearing a thong.

   On one particular hot day we had completed a 6 mile hill sprint and
everyone was lying around on the grass exhausted, I was in truth regretting
my attire for the first time since it pretty much restricted me to standing
in the shade.  The group invited me to join them a few times but I politely
declined and I simply pointed at my skirt commenting I was was not really
attired for sitting cross legged on the floor.

   We continued talking while I lay back against the tree, it was clear
word had got around and they were trying to peek.  Clearly having being
unsuccessful an enterprising woman in the group suggested we head cross
country for the return leg and I did not think much of this until we
reached the first stile.

   It was quite low and I was near the front so I hopped over it quite
quickly without showing anything to those behind me -- and thought I was
quite clever until we reached the next one which had steps that ended as
high as my chest.  Several members of the group were coincidentally taking
a little breather on the other side so I quickly clambered up but jumped
down rather than climbing down backwards preserving my modestly for at
least a little longer.

   We passed several Stile -(TM)s in this fashion and I was getting a
little suspicious that the group was suddenly managing to keep up -- it was
only when I saw the next stile I realised why.  It was as tall as my head
and you would pretty much have to step through sideways at the top, to make
matters worse someone said  -�There -(TM)s a steep drop after this one -�
as I hid in the middle of the group.  While I tried to sneak to the back of
the pack it was not working, so reluctantly when the time came I climbed up
to the top and the person next up to the stile laughed as she looked
upwards.  It was too steep for me to just jump down so reluctantly I turned
around and quickly climbed down backwards, though I kept my legs together I
think about half the group had confirmation I was not wearing anything
under my skirt.

   I pretended not to notice and there were no further flashing incidents
on the run, though it -(TM)s odd how we now go cross country whenever I
wear the skirt.