Running into Troublebyredfacedandnaked©
This morning I went for a jog. I'm not a super-fit runner type, far from it but occasionally after a big meal or a few to many glasses of wine I feel the need to pay a penance. I was a bit pushed for time so i quickly put on my sports bra (when I'm jogging I envy women with small boobs), kept on the knickers I'd worn to bed the night before, pulled on some dark grey shorts – loose and baggy; I don't do tight lycra – and a rather snug fitting rugby-style top (it must have shrunk). As I bent forward to put on my socks and tie up my laces I was aware of the pressure on my bladder but it wasn't so bad that I couldn't wait and distracted by the less than pleasing sight of my pale flabby thighs. I set off.
I plodded out onto the pavements. Little tip here for you – I don't recommend running on an fullish bladder. I began to feel it swishing up and down. Luckily less than half a mile from home is a park. It was early but there were other joggers, more serious ones than me, plus dog walkers. In a TV police drama one of us would have found a body – it's always a jogger or a dog walker!
I began a circuit of the park. Halfway round I realised I had misjudged my need to pee. I ducked behind a tree. I waited while a male jogger zoomed past. Behind the tree I took a deep breath. I knew i had to go. I debated my options and decided to have a quick pee and then try to get home. I was worried about getting them wet, so i pulled down my shorts and knickers, right down to my ankles before stepping out of them. Holding them in my left hand I squatted down and, feeling very naughty, began to pee. I was feeling great as the hot stream hit the ground, so very naughty. It sounded so loud.
"Morning love, caught short eh?"
I was so shocked it would have wet my-self if I hadn't already been peeing. It was a man, older than me, holding a leash while his dog, some sort of Labrador, sniffed about. I vaguely recognized him. He stood and stared, showing no signs of leaving as the flow of my pee ended.. I blushed deeply. He was looking at my pussy more than my face; I blushed some more.
"Yes I just couldn't make it home," was my reply. Finished I stepped away from the damp earth, still bottomless, when suddenly the dog bounded over and in typical dog style began sniffing my knickers and shorts. i waved them trying to discourage him. He barked, grabbed them with his teeth and ran off.
"Get them back!" I yelled.
The man smiled and said he would try but he doubted that he'd catch him quickly.
I shivered behind the tree for a bit. I began to suspect that was the last I'd seen of the knickers and shorts. My top didn't cover much of me even when I pulled it right down. I began to panic. How was I going to get home? I looked out from behind the tree. No one in sight. With what little dignity I could muster I began to jog again.
It was awful. I was mortified as each jogger passed me. Some laughed but others passed comments too but the worst was yet to come.
A couple of men, about half my age began hassling me. They circled round me, touching my ass and trying to feel my pussy. I was trying to get away, when I heard barking. It was the Labrador and he barked and growled at the men until they ran off. The owner came running up, rather out of breath.
"Well now I think you owe me more than just a thank you. "
His tone was slightly sinister. I cringed. "What do you have in mind?"
"Follow me" he said leading me into the bushes. "I think a blow job will do nicely. Assuming you want your clothes back?"
I knelt down and unzipped his trousers. His cock small and smelly was already hard.
I cupped his balls and then squeezed very tightly and bit down on his cock. He yelled and dropped my shorts. I grabbed them and ran off pulling them on as I ran. I have never run so fast and have never been so pleased to be home.