Ok, Summer is coming to a close so I guess I can
start catching everyone up on my summer adventures.
One of the biggest has to be Bob’s challenge for me to compete
with him in a mini triathlon. Now
this challenge was different from most of the other dares I’ve been
given in that it took a lot of time and training and I actually got to
keep my cloths on. Well at least most of them.
I know a couple of you wanted me to do it naked but that would be
impossible were I live.
I did at least manage to keep it a little
interesting especially after the race ended.
For those that haven’t already, I suggest reading my bikini
workout story. That was one
of my attempts to make my workouts a little more interesting. I got many
other suggestion, some of which I actually tried.
My swimming workouts were actually fairly easy thanks to my years
on the swim team. This time
however since I didn’t have any coaches yelling at me I decided it
would be more interesting if I tried it in my bikini. I actually did it
once before in high school but that another story.
I was fortunate when I found out that one of my friends had this
terrific pool for working out in. Didn’t
even need a bikini for working out there.
The biking and running was just plain grueling.
Bob and I did find some secluded places to run which made for
some interesting workouts but still it was tough. Once at a rarely used
park Bob dared me to take my top off for a short distance. It was really
fun but no one was around so it wasn’t really that daring.
Another time up at Lisa’s parents place, Bob and I went jogging
on one of the trails. This
time I was a little bolder when both Bob and I left out shirts at home
for our run. All I had on
was my shorts and sneakers. It
was so wild. Neither of us had shirt so I had no way to cover up if we
ran into someone. It was so
exciting that I didn’t even mind realize how far we had run.
The workouts seemed to go on forever and even
though it was great exercise and I never felt better, it was still
tough. When the race finally came I just wanted to get it over with. I
still wanted to do good but I was sick and tired of the workouts.
People had suggested wearing some outrageous
outfits. From nothing at all, to a painted on outfit that would dissolve
as I ran. Someone even wanted me to run with Ben-Wa balls bouncing
around inside me for the whole race.
Unfortunately of fortunate I decided on something more practical.
I wanted to keep it interesting though.
I had a side bet that I’d come in within 5 minutes of Bob’s
time so I wanted to distract him a bit.
I decided to wear the only one-piece suite that I owned.
It was so unlike me to wear a one piece but this was one of my
college swim team suites. Now
don’t be too disappointed. This suite was plenty sexy. It was a
mixture of light blue and white and like so many competition suite was
so thin it was practically see through when wet.
It brought back memories of wearing it a meets in college.
Looking back on it I can’t believe the school let us wear those
suite.
I was a little intimidated by some of the women.
They were really build and made me look like a wimp by
comparison. I certainly didn’t want to mess with some of them.
The swim was 500 meters and I did great.
There was only about a dozen women in front of me when I came out
of the water and I was ahead of Bob. He
wasn’t a strong swimmer and I figured I’d have to be quite a bit
ahead of him to even have a chance of beating him since he was a real
strong biker and runner.
When we came out of the water some of the people
just pull bike shorts up over their suites to save time in transition to
the biking. I didn’t want to wear a wet suite but I also didn’t want
to waist any time changing in the little changing area so when I saw
that Bob wasn’t that far behind I got a little crazy.
When I reached my bike I briefly looked around and without really
thinking just slipped my arms out from the straps and pealed the suite
off right there next to my bike.
I didn’t even look up as I wiggled into my bike shorts.
I decided to wear this old sports bra that I hadn’t worn since
the towel dare. You see
this sports bra was really small and tight and everything show through. I pulled it over my head and down my arms but when I went to
tuck my breasts in I found it must have shrunk or something because I
couldn’t get it over my breast. I struggle with it as a couple of
people started to notice me. I pulled real hard and finally stretch it
over my breasts. I then pulled on my socks and sneakers before grabbing
my bike. I’m not sure how
much it saved me but I was the sixth women onto the biking segment. I
was really psyched but it didn’t last.
The bike portion was 20 kilometers and was probable
the toughest for me since I didn’t practice for it that much.
It was a really hot day so it wasn’t long before I was
beginning to perspire. Not
having brought anything else to wear I knew I was going to be putting on
quite a show as I ran and after.
It wasn’t long before Bob passed me along with
god knows how many other people. As more passed, I
couldn’t wait to get to the end.
The running was 5 kilometers and circled back to
the park where we started. By the time I started the run I was certain
that I had started out too fast because I was hurting after the first
mile. It was really hot so
I was soaked to my skin which left my top practically see through.
My nipples, areolas and entire breasts were clearly visible
through the light gray material.
The top which seemed so tight when I struggled to pull it on also
seemed to loosen up as it got wet.
My breasts bounced pretty good threatening to pop free of their
inadequate covering which gave everyone a pretty good show as I ran.
I though I was going to die when I heard Karen and
Sue calling out my name. It
gave me enough encouragement to make it to the finish.
Bob greeted me at the finish with a huge hug which
also serve to keep me from collapsing. By the time I had recovered
enough to stand, Karen and Sue had caught up and were congratulating me
as well. Bob and I secured
our stuff and waited to see how we did.
I was a little embarrassed when we ran into a bunch
of people from work that I didn’t know were coming. I guess I should come to expect a couple of stares when I
wear such outrageous outfits but all the attention my chest was getting
was causing some embarrassment that I wasn’t prepared for.
Between the skin tight bike shorts and the practically see though
top, I wasn’t leaving my co workers much to their imaginations.
The sheer thrill of finishing however took over all other
emotions and after a couple of minutes It didn’t matter what people
saw. I was thrilled that I
had finished and was going to enjoy it.
I ended up finishing 31 out of 78 women and my
times were just over 1
hour.
Bob dropped me off back home to get showered up
before he came back over to take me to the party.
I was fully recovered and all pumped up from the run. All those
endorphins floating around in me were giving me the sweetest natural
high. Anyone who works out
knows what I mean and you other of you should give it a try.
I turned on the stereo and cranked up my Flash
Dance CD as I danced around the house stripping as I went.
If only Bob was there I would have jump him right there.
Since he wasn’t I decide I’d give him a little surprise when
he did arrived. I showered
up and put on some of my favorite perfume that Bob loved but nothing
else.
When I heard his car pull up I ran to the door and
jumped into his arms naked.. Well
let’s say we did a little celebrating before going to the party. Another quick shower together and it was time to get going.
Bob was all dressed and stood in the doorway with a beer in hand
as I did my hair and make up. From the bulge in his paints it didn’t look like he minded
the wait, at least not at first. Of course I had to tease him a couple
more times as I decided what to wear.
I was still bouncing around and was felling really
devilish as I chose this sheer black top and my lowest hip hugger jeans.
Bob kind of gave me a little puzzled as I sat down to pull the
jeans up my legs without putting on and panties.
I gave him this dirty little smile and told him I wanted him to
be constantly reminded that I wasn’t wearing any underwear.
He looked back at the top I had laid on the bed and raised an
eyebrows as if he didn’t believe me.
Now these jeans are the sexiest ones I own.
They have no belt loops and the zip is only about 3-4 inches.
They barely cover the top of my ass when standing and leave a
little hip bone gap in the front. I
love the way I look in them and the way they make me feel. Its always
exciting wondering how far they’ve slipped down.
Again I kind of teased Bob as I buried my bare
boobs into his chests and kissed him.
I could tell he was getting tuned by my teasing because he
started to back away dragging me into the living room.
I was being really bad and just kept kissing him as he said we
had better get going. I could feel his hard on practically ripping a
whole in his pants. We were
already in the kitchen when he pried my arms off him and said.
Lets get going. Man,
like there are worse things in life than having your girlfriend kissing
you.
This time he was serious though, so I ran back into
the bedroom and grabbed my top and sandals.
I barely had it on as I ran out the door. I was sill buttoning
it up as I jumped in the car.
Had I looked at myself in the mirror before leaving I probably
would never have left in that top without a bra.
Bob kept saying he can’t believe I was going out in public in
that outfit. I gave him a nervous laugh as I joked about it.
This top wasn’t exactly sheer but there was
certainly no guess about whether I was wearing a bra under it or not.
It was a black silky like material that buttoned up the front and
came to about 3 inches above my belly button.
We got back to the park and the party was will
underway. As I got out of
the car a gust of cool air hit me. I couldn’t believe how light my top
felt felt. Without
the bra wrapped around my chest it really felt like I was topless.
The cool air really got my nipples attention too.
My half inch nipples were clearly visible through the top.
Between the jeans that were barely hanging on my hips and being
party practically naked from the waist up, maybe a little more
considering those jeans, I was looking really hot and was getting pretty
aroused. I felt like I could walk right out of my cloths if I kept
walking.
I could feel my excitement building even more as we
walked arm in arm towards the door.
We didn’t even make it in the door when the mood for the night
was set. This guy that was
hanging out outside was none to shy about commenting on my breasts.
I’ve grown use to the guys checking me out, kind of comes with
the territory, but tonight
even more girls than normal were giving me really dirt looks.
Several really turned up their noses and gave me the evil eye.
I though I heard on telling her friend that they weren’t real.
They were already walking away but I just wanted to smack her.
There were these other two that had other ideas on their mind I
think. They started coming on to me and caught me by surprise with some
frank comments about my breasts. I got a little embarrassed tried to
change the topic. That kind of attention I could do without.
The party was at a VFW wall so it wasn’t exactly
fancy but there was a really loud band playing on this makeshift stage.
Before we even made it to the food table we were up dancing up a storm.
We ran into some friends that ran in the race and
discussed war stories. Bob told them all about my technique in the
transition between the swim and the bike. I tried to explain how gross
it was wear wet cloths on the bike and how much time it saved but before
I knew it I was back up dancing with one of the guys.
It was a great dance band and it seemed like I was never off the
dance floor for more than enough time to fill up my beer.
Again I was getting a lot of comments on my outfit.
This one guy who was pretty drunk was getting a little too
friendly though. He had his
hands all over me. The
first time he bumped my boobs I thought it was an accident but after the
third time I had to straighten him out. He was also pretty liberal with
his hand all over my ass as we left he dance floor. Bob’s pretty cool
about me dancing with others guys but he knows when to step in.
He’s a big guy so most guys back off when pressed.
No big deal actually.
It was after midnight when we left and I was really
exhausted. We got back to
Bob’s place and I was ready to crash but it was payback time for my
earlier teasing. Bob was
till awake and wanted to start our own private celebration.
I was really not in the mode but Bob certainly was. We were still
in his car when he had my top unbuttoned and it wasn’t like I had
anything on under it so he was really getting frisky. I guess my earlier
teasing while getting dressed did have its effect on him after all. I
had to calm him down just to get into his apartment before he stripped
me. I was so tied by then that all I wanted to do was collapse but then
he started working on my jeans. He had me naked before the door even shut.
His foreplay was starting work and before long I found myself in
his bed room screw like
bunnies till god know when in the morning.
We slept in the next morning and basically
recovered. We didn’t get moving until around 11:00 and then headed out
to breakfast. I borrowed
one of Bob’s shirts for this one. It was so big on me I could have
worn it as a dress. It was weird wearing such low pants over such a long
shit. I probably could have gone without the pants at all. Maybe another time.
Overall I was pleased. I had hoped to come on a lot
closer to Bob’s time but he had a really good race and I was happy
with my finish if not the time. I
love how alive the training had made me feel so I’ve kept up some of
the workout just to keep in shape.
I don’t have any plans for future triathlons but
Bob has already dared me to come along with him on this crazy survival
adventure he heard about. I
already told him that my idea of vacation was more along the lines of
laying around a beach sipping fruity drinks.
He keeps bringing it up so who knows. The things you do for love.