Chapter 2: Her View Point
My name is Lynn; my one son is in college, a four-hour drive away, in a neighboring state. I visit him from time to time as an excuse to get away and relax. When I visit I stay at a quiet one room B & B that I found on my first visit. The couple who owns the room is around my age and very easy going and attractive. I enjoy their lovely home and the relaxing company. I had intended to arrive in town early so that I could enjoy a lovely jog along the ocean, then to connect with my son at the local college before I checked in at the B & B. Such a run in the past was always cool and refreshing. But this morning was not to be the usual in more ways then one, as I would soon find out.
My husband and I were having a rough time lately. I was feeling unappreciated and neglected. This weekend away was more for myself as it was to visit my son. I already knew he had a very busy weekend and told him not to feel guilty because I needed time alone to relax, so we were both fine with a brief visit together.
I have been jogging for a few years now, and being a reserved woman by nature, but not a prude, I usually wear conservative running clothes around my hometown. But today was different. I needed to reassure myself that I was a desirable woman and that my husband's apathy lately was his fault and not mine. So being away from home I got daring, but I knew there would be almost no one in this area so early. First, no loose shorts over my spandex running shorts. That was a big move for me cause I was always shocked at seeing how revealing other women's bodies looked in just spandex. How the material hugged them like a second skin, and I was often amazed at how much detail it showed, especially between their legs. On one occasion I swore there was a naked woman running toward me until we got closer and I saw she was wearing a flesh colored spandex. She smiled as we past obvious of the affect by my wide-eyed stare.
Since I only had black spandex, I foolishly decided to also eliminate my panties so that my new second skin didn't have any lines. I also left off the sports bra to experience how it felt to run unrestrained in a loose tee shirt. And off I went into the quiet stillness of the morning.
It was an unusually warm morning, not the slightest breeze. The view and solitude lifted my spirit as I ran. I was amazed at how I felt as I ran in my new attire. My shirt was lightly rubbing against my nipples; they tingled and hardened to the constant stimulation. My shorts hugging my nakedness felt so naughty, I was between embarrassment and excitement, thank goodness I was the only one here. I was lost in the moment and ran for an extra forty-five minutes. When I finally got back to my car I was soaked in perspiration. Grabbing my water bottle I took a much need drink then poured some over my face to cool off. As I leaned back against the car to catch my breath in the sun, suddenly three men jogged by, all turned their heads and checked me out. It was not a casual look, I could see the desire light up in their eyes. Both their sudden appearance and then the way they stared at me caused my heart to race.
After they pasted I looked down at myself and was shocked. I hadn't realized just how wet and clingy my clothes were. My thin shirt soaked with perspiration and water from my face wash was plastered to my chest in the bright morning sun, resulting in my breasts and dark erect nipples being totally exposed. But the worst was that the wet spandex had ridden up and displayed my mound in detail. I quickly placed my hands in modesty to cover my mound as I glanced around to see if anyone else saw me, no one's there. My clothes had betrayed me and exposed me to the world or at least to those three men. I was having mixed emotions of shame and excitement, and the excitement was winning. Alone again I was very aware of the pressure of my hands. My fingertips moved instinctively and lightly rubbed. I felt myself tingle with pleasure.
