This is a little story about a workout I had the
other day. As I’ve told
everyone I’ve been in training for this mini triathlon that my
boyfriend Bob challenged me to enter.
I complain all the time about the training but it really is
tremendous exercise and for all of you that want to eat those fancy
deserts and keep your figure boy is this the answer.
I can’t believe how much I eat and I’ve actually still lost
weight. My low ride jeans are getting even more dangerous to wear.
My housemates want me to chip in more towards of food pole.
This post isn’t really in response to a dare or
anything. The idea for this got started when this guy asked me if he
could use Lisa and I in a story he was writing.
It really sounded interesting and after a few back and forth
emails exchanging ideas he told me a little more about the story.
He suggested that I take the same basic story line and write
about it from my perspective. I
told him I’d give it a try if I it was good.
I’m still waiting for the rest of the story.
To make it a little easier for me he is including
some ideas that I could relate to like my triathlon training which he is
making the central part of my characters part in the story. He has Lisa and I at this resort where my cloths mysteriously
get locked in the trunk of the car.
I end up training in my bikini and sometimes less.
Well the other day while running in the god awful
heat that we’ve been having, I started to fanaticize about myself in
the scenes in the story. Probably
hallucinating from the heat actually but I couldn’t get the story out
of my mind. Ok, the next
day in order to make my workout a little more interesting, I decided to
try acting out something from the story.
No. I didn’t go running naked. What I did was the next best
thing. I did my whole workout in my bikini.
I figured if the real athletes can run in those skimpy little
two-piece outfits I could take it one step further.
It was like 90 degrees so it actually seemed fairly appropriate
to wear as little as possible so I decided to live out part of the
story.
I waited for it too cool down a bit before
starting. I stripped down
in my room and picked one of my more modest bikini, not that any are
very modest. I picked this one because it actually did provide some
support and the bottom wouldn’t slide up my butt with each step.
I tried it on and found that it was a little loose around the hip
so I tried another one. This
one was the one I wore last summer rollerblading. It was dark blue and
fit really well and tended to stay on fairly well possible because it
fit like a second skin since it didn’t have any lining. I got excited thinking about wearing it but got
concerned about how much I’d showing through after I started to sweat
a little. It looked fine
right now but I knew that once it got wet you would be able to make out
my dark areolas through the material not to mention my nipples.
The bottom was a Brazilian cut with nice side ties to keep it
from slipping. I was
worried about how it would do while biking but by then I was really
turned on by the whole thing and my practicality was fading fast.
I pulled on my sneakers, grabbed my helmet and
headed for the door. I
stopped to check myself out in the mirror as I headed out.
I looked like one of those women from that show gladiator but
with even less on. I found
it ironic that my head and feet were better covered than the whole rest
of my body. Lisa and Sue had often commented about my choice in
work out outfits so I wondered what they would have thought about my
current one.
I usually do the swimming part either at the Y or
at this friend’s pool but today I though I ride my bike down to the
ocean and swim there. I
could do the running along the boardwalk and street and then bike back.
I hadn’t done that route before so I didn’t know exactly how
long it was but I was really out for the workout and not the time.
I walked outside and I pulled my bike out.
The heat was unbelievable even at 6:00 at night.
I could feel the sun against my bare skin and thought about
putting on some sun block but figured the sun was low enough in the sky
that I didn’t need any. I
jumped on the bike and did the mandatory bikini adjustment trying my
best to stretch the tiny bit of material as best I could to provide some
measure of coverage. I looked at myself propped up on the bike in my
tiny bikini and was wondering if this was such a good idea.
I hadn’t ridden a bike in my bikini since I was in high school
and then I didn’t have as much to hide and was probably wearing a
bikini that covered more of me than the one I currently had on.
When I leaned over to grab the handle bars my breasts practically
fell out of my top. The old gravity test was providing my neck ties with
a significant challenge to keep my breasts contained.
I wasn’t sure how successful they’d be if I hit a bump in
this position. I straighten up and it felt like I was sitting naked on
the bike seat. The bikini
didn’t provide much covering back there not to mention not providing
any padding like my bike shorts did.
I peddled around in a couple of circles in my
driveway before getting up the nerve to head out to the street. I
stopped at he end of the driveway to check if anyone was around as if to
think they would be the only ones I’d encounter.
No one was out probably because of the heat so I toughed my suite
in place once again and headed off to the bike trail enjoying the warm
air flowing over my bare skin. The
sun was still warm enough that it made a difference between the shade
and sun. I was already felling hot as I entered the bike trail.
I was a little concerned about dehydration since the air was
simple evaporating any perspiration before it formed on my body.
I was speeding along the bike path when I came
across the first people to see me.
I was getting excited again as I approached them from behind. They were only leisurely peddling along so they did see me
approach until I had passed. I
never looked back but could imagine their expressions as this bikini
clad biker speed past. I wasn’t sure how much of my butt was hanging
out but I imagined there must have been a quite a bit
I got some other odd looks from people coming the other way. I looked down before they got too close to make sure my
nipples were still covered.
I was thinking how wild it was to be biking alone
almost naked but I was still legal.
Just then I looked down the flank of my body and noticed my
nipples trying to escape my top. I struggled to adjust my top while not
crashing my bike off the path. Looking
further down I notice that my bottom had nearly disappeared from view.
I stopped briefly to readjust my bottom so it covered as much as
possible before exiting the bike path for the road.
I biked along the road paralleling the ocean until
I got to this section that never got many people because there is no
where to park. I stopped
and parked my bike in this spot where it would be safe and caught my
breath for a second. All in all the bike ride was uneventful except for
some a bunch of odd looks and cat calls from some of the guys.
I had only stopped a second when my entire body was covered with
sweet. The wind had kept me cool relatively speaking while riding
but now that I had stopped my overheated body did its best at
compensating for the heat. My
suite note being lined was starting to show my feature pretty clearly
despite its dark color.
I slowly walk towards the beach were I was going to
do my swimming segment. With
all the sweating you could make out everything through my suite. Luckily there was no one at all on the beach.
Again I’ll blame it on the heat because that’s when I got my
next crazy idea.
In the story they had me swimming naked so I though I’d give it
a try. I’ve always love
the feeling so I though I’d give it a try. Maybe it would improve my
time even though I didn’t exactly know the distance.
I double checked that there was no one in site and decided to go
for it.
I untied the back tie on my top and slipped it over
my head. My breasts popped
free seemingly relieved to be given the chance to breath.
I looked around again and decided to go all the way and slid my
bikini bottom off as well. I
didn’t want to just stand there naked on a public beach so I quickly
hid my bikini amongst one of the big rocks that make up this long jetty
and ran towards the water.
The water felt really cold compare hot air so it
took my breath away as I dove in. My nipples hardened up right away like
little eraser. I swam out past the rough surf but not too far out. I was a really strong swimmer but I didn’t want to be too
far away from shore in case I got a cramp or something. I don’t know about you guys but for women swimming naked
without worrying if your suite is slipping off is one of the best
feelings around. That the one think I don’t like about bikinis.
I swam like I was a different person. The feeling was tremendous
and it kind of inspired me on to swim even faster.
As I came back to reality, I started to think through what I was
doing. Here I was about 100
feet of shore, swimming along a public beach, completely naked.
I’ve swum naked in pools and at the nude beach and in the
Caribbean but never along a public beach. And each stoke took me further
away from my only covering. I
knew there was no one in site when I went in but I didn’t know who
would come along or who might be there when I came out.
I slowed up to take a look around and still didn’t see anyone
so I calmed down a bit.
After a bit I tuned around and headed back to where
I started. As I tuned I
noticed someone walking around back were I went in.
All sort of things rushed through my head.
I thought, what if he saw where I hid my bikini and took it?
What happened if he was waiting for me to come out?
Why had I done such a stupid thing?
If he took my suite I be stuck there completely naked miles from
home. Oh Shit.
I stopped and looked around to collect myself and
see how much trouble I has gotten my self into.
It was hard to tell but it looked like the guy was just walking
along the beach. I
couldn’t tell whether he had passed were my stuff was hidden or still
approaching it. Even if he
didn’t take my bikini, he was walking in my direction and we would
pass at some point. I tried
to concentrate on my swimming as we closed.
I looked up again and was sure he had passed were I came in.
But had he already found and taken my suite.
I guess I wouldn’t know until I got there.
The next thing was would he notice that I was swimming naked or
would he just think I had on an incredible small bikini. I though about stopping and just wading in the water but
decided to keep swimming. The
sooner I got back to my suite the better I’d be.
I swam extra hard as I passed the guy walking on sure. Once I passed him and he didn’t turn to follow I figured I
was out of the woods so long as my suite was still hidden there in the
rocks.
I stopped were I though I came and looked around to
make sure no one was in site. There
was a couple of people off to my right but they were pretty much out of
site. At least the
wouldn’t be able to make out that I was naked from where they were.
I waded in through the surf and all but ran up the beach to were
my suite was hidden. At first I didn’t see it an I almost panicked.
But then I realized I was looking in the wrong place.
I was at the wrong jetty. I
though about running back to the water but was afraid the people down
the beach would decide to walk down in my direction to investigate
before I recovered my suite. I
figured even I was better of just running across the beach and
recovering my bikini in the quickest possible time.
So that’s what I did. It
was only about a hundred yards but it felt like a mile.
Luckily when I reached the jetty my bikini was where I left it. I pulled it on as quickly as I could still tugging the bottom
into place as I headed back to where my bike was. Once I had my bikini back I felt like I was fully dressed by
comparison so my confidence returned and I felt like I was ready for
anything.
I decided to leave my bike were it was and start my
run from there. I sat on
the curb and pulled my socks and sneakers back on.
After a long drink from my bottle I stood up and pulled my bikini
back in place as best I could before heading off.
I carried my water bottle as I went knowing I would need a lot of
liquids as I ran in the heat. There
I was running along the sidewalk in nothing but my sneakers and bikini. Again my top really struggled to keep my breasts contained as
they bounced but at least they were staying in. I had to double-check
them every couple of seconds because there wasn’t much margin for
error. My bottom actually
stayed in place fairly well despite not being made for such strenuous
activity. Several
cars honked and a couple of guys yelled wise cracks as they passed but
that was about it.
I only had a short run before coming up on the
boardwalk. It wasn’t much
of a boardwalk but there were quite a few people out walking,
rollerblading and biking despite the heat.
I was sweating pretty good by that point so I was quite a site.
I stopped at a public fountain and filled my bottle
again. I gave my top a big
tug and I think I gave this group of guys that were hanging out on one
of the benches a pretty good show without even trying because the
immediately came over and started to chat.
They asked me why I was working out when it was so hot out.
I was starting to tell them about my triathlon training when I
noticed the budges in their pants.
Apparently my sweat soaked body and matted down hair wasn’t
detracting to much from their interest.
I guess I wasn’t exactly leaving much to their imagination
dressed the way I was. One
complemented me on being in such good shape.
I thanked him and excused myself before it went any further.
I made it to my tuning point and headed back.
It probably wasn’t as far as I had been running because I still
felt pretty good. Normally
I’m really dragging by now and the last part of the run is hell.
On the way back I started to fantasize about the story again and
how it would feel to be running along here completely naked like the
scene in the story. It may have been the heat but I actually thought
about just pulling the strings on my back and hips and running down the
boardwalk stark naked. It
would be so quick and easy and then it would be done. I was getting really excited by the thought and started to
run even faster despite being exhausted and hot.
I had streaked a couple of time in college and even the last two
block home the other week and never got in trouble so I was actually
thinking about giving it a try but just then someone on a bike came out
from behind a bathhouse and bumped me.
It wasn’t much of a bump but it snapped me out of my fantasy.
I decided to stop and refill my water bottle. The guy on the bike was more stunned than I was and apologies
profusely. All I know was
if he hadn’t seen me before he was making up for it now.
He continued to apologies while scanning me up and down several
times. I kept telling him I was alright and eventually I just left him
and ran off.
A couple dozen bikini adjustments later I made it
back to my bike. I
jumped on it and headed off
toward the bike path again. I
remember thinking if this was all I wore the transitions during the
triathlon would be really quick but I’d probably loose more time
trying to keep it on.
The bike back was much like the trip out except I
was more tied and significantly over heated.
My normally tan skin was looking more sun burnt than tan.
I wanted to stop for a drink at the snack stand but didn’t have
any money. I probably could
have gotten someone to buy me something but didn’t want to get into a
conversation or anything right then.
I finally made it home and ran to the refrigerator
and got a cold drink I then stripped of my soaked bikini grabbed a towel
to lay on and stretched out on a chair.
I don’t know how long it was but I just laid there until Sue
walked in.
I told her what I did and again she told me how
crazy I was. All in all it
really livened up my workout but the heat took the edge off the normal
excitement of doing something like that.
Now after telling someone of this outing they dared
me to wear my bikini to the gym for a workout.
They even want me to do aerobics with a set of Ben Wa Balls
inside me. I told him I
wasn’t ready for something like that
but what I did do was bring my bikini with me to the gym and
after my workout I changed into it to wear home but that’s another
story.