Jogging for Fun and Exercise

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.