Bobbi Sue’s Adventure

The following is a true story. It is not as
wild as most of the stories I’ve read here, but then,
most of those aren’t true. My name is Bobbi Sue, and
just recently, I decided to spice up my sex life. But
first, let me tell you about myself. I am pretty
short, only 5’1″ tall, and I weigh about 105 pounds.
My blond hair is shoulder length and my eyes are blue.
I’ve been told that I’m cute, and without trying to
sound conceited, I think it’s true. I exercise every
day, either running, roller-blading, swimming, or
cross-country skiing (in the winter, of course), and
as a result, my body is in really good shape. I am
happily married, but my husband doesn’t know about
my latest exploits.

It all started when I discovered this newsgroup.
Actually, my husband showed it to me as an example of
how perverted some areas of the internet were. He is
pretty prudish for a young guy (he’s 26 and I’m 30),
and I guess he thinks I am too. I guess I never gave
him any indication that I might like some things that
might sound a little kinky. And I’m not likely to
now, knowing how he feels about such things. I’m not
complaining; we have great sex together, so it’s not
like I NEED anything more.

Anyway, I started reading some of the stories
in this newsgroup every once in a while. The ones
that really get me wound up are the ones where
husbands like to watch their wives with multiple
partners. I personally can’t think of anything sexier
than having several guys ravish me. I mean, seriously,
what woman wouldn’t like that. The stories I read got
me really hot! And usually, I’d wait for Tom (my
husband) to get home, and seduce him. But sometimes
I couldn’t wait. On those occasions, I would go up to
the bedroom and masturbate. At first I felt kind-of
guilty. I mean, I quit masturbating when I got married
four years ago! But after a few times, I just felt
good, not guilty.

The first time I did it, I used my fingers on
my clit, and that was great! After the first few times,
though, I started craving some penetration, so I
started using my fingers inside my pussy. I would
usually start out using just one finger, but would
eventually end up with four fingers buried to the last
knuckle in my slit. Well, that was good, but I found
myself craving something bigger and deeper. That’s
when I started using brush handles, candles, bottles,
and eventually vegetables. Now when I go grocery
shopping, I select the carrots and cucumbers based on
how I think they would fill my pussy!

But that’s not what this story is about! Like
I said, I really enjoyed the stories of women who had
multiple partners. I also liked the ones about women
who liked to show off their bodies. I started fan-
tasizing about showing off my body, and I would think
about that too when I masturbated. Then, about two
weeks ago, I got a chance to actually do it!

Like I said, I exercise a lot. Now that Spring
is here, I’ve been going for noon runs. I work at a
small manufacturing firm that is located about 10 miles
outside of town, and there are lots of trails and two-
track roads to run on. Now, most of these two-tracks
and trails are pretty deserted. Actually, the chances
of meeting another person on any of them is pretty
remote, so on hot days, I had been fantasizing about
running naked! I figured that it would be really
thrilling, and the chance of anyone actually seeing
me would be about 1 in 100. So, two weeks ago on a
particularly warm day, I decided to do it!

I left work on my noon run wearing my usual
running shorts and top. I had to run a little way on
the road to get to my favorite trail. After I’d turned
onto the trail and run a little ways, I stopped and
adjusted my shorts. The running shorts that I wear
are pretty short and they have splits on both sides
to allow freedom of movement. They also have a sewn
in nylon brief that takes the place of underwear. The
brief also serves to add a degree of modesty in windy
weather, because the split shorts have a tendency to
blow up like a skirt in windy conditions. To make the
picture even clearer, let’s just say that if there
was no sewn-in brief, my ass would be clearly visible
a lot of the time on windy days! And today was a
windy day! Anyway, when I say that I adjusted my
shorts, I mean to say that I pulled the sewn-in brief
up between my cheeks, so that both of my cheeks would
be in plain sight in even the lightest breeze.

I also pulled my shorts up as high as they would
go. This had the effect of baring the bottom part of
my ass even without a breeze. Then I started running
again. It felt yummy! I could feel the breeze on my
exposed ass, and the brief that I’d pulled up between
my cheeks was working it’s way between my quite-wet
pussy lips.

I ran for about a mile like this, getting
hornier by the minute. Then without stopping, I pulled
my running top over my head! Now I was topless, too!
God, what a feeling of freedom! I decide to hide my
top by the side of the trail, so that if I did see
someone, I wouldn’t be able to cover up (I knew myself,
and I figured that I would chicken out if I had the
chance). I rationalized that I would not see anyone
anyway, in order to talk myself into leaving my top
behind.

So, I did it! I dropped my top by the side of
the trail and ran on. My usual turn-around spot was
only about a mile further down the trail, so I would
only be vulnerable for those two miles (one out and
one back). Knowing that I couldn’t put my top on if
I saw someone made me pretty nervous, but I ran on
enjoying the feeling of the wind on my bare skin, the
bounce of my unrestrained boobs, and the pleasurable
feeling caused by the material wedged between my pussy
lips. Then it happened!

I was about 1/2 mile from my turn-around point
when I rounded a curve in the trail and practically
ran into a guy on a mountain bike! We barely missed
each other; he veered to my right and I veered left,
and we didn’t collide. My heart skipped a beat, and
I kept running right past him. Meanwhile, he had
slammed on his brakes to avoid me, and he was at a
standstill. I was afraid to look back to see if he
was watching me, but I figured he probably was, because
I hadn’t heard him move after our near collision. I
continued to run away from him, knowing that he had
gotten a good close look at my bare breasts, and that
he was now being treated to a clear view of my ass.
God, was I horny!! Just thinking about him watching
me brought me close to an orgasm. There weren’t any
more curves between me and the turn-around point, and
I wondered if he would still be there watching when
I reached it and turned to run back. I didn’t know
what I would do if that were the case, so I just ran
on and concentrated on the feeling of the material
rubbing between my pussy lips.

I reached the turn-around and I turned to run
back along the trail I had just run out on. The
mountain biker was gone! What a relief. I don’t
think I could have faced running toward him for a
half mile as he watched me draw ever nearer. I con-
tinued to run on, thinking of how exciting it had
been knowing that this strange guy was watching my
bare ass as I ran away from him. I almost stopped to
bring myself to an orgasm with my fingers, but I
decided to postpone it as long as I could stand it.
That way, my orgasm would be that much more intense
when I finally did give in.

I rounded the corner where I’d had my encounter
with the mountain biker, and there in the trail about
a half mile away, I saw a guy sitting on a bike. It
occurred to me that that was just about where I had
discarded my sport top!

I ran towards him. As I drew nearer, I could
see that he was facing me and appeared to be watching
me intently. I tried to imagine what must be going
through his head, what he must think of me. Here I
was, nearly naked, running towards him, with my boobs
bouncing. He must obviously think that I am a loose
woman, I mean, who else would do what I was doing.
As I drew nearer, I saw that he was holding my sport
top! I knew that I would have to stop and ask him
for it! I would have to talk to him! God was I
nervous! And excited!! The closer I drew, the more
I could see, and visa versa, I suppose.

He was sitting on his mountain bike, and it
looked like he had his bike shorts pulled down! When
I was about 100 yards away, I could see that he was
using my sport top to massage his penis!

I came to a dead stop. Did I really want to
get any closer? This guy could try to rape me! As
wet as my pussy was, it surely wouldn’t hurt, but I
really hadn’t bargained on being unfaithful to my
husband. Well, I had to get that running top in order
to go back to work, so I walked toward him. I don’t
know why, but I didn’t try to cover myself; I guess
I was kind of mesmerized.

When I was within ten feet of him, I could
clearly see his erect cock. He had my sport bra
wrapped around his hand and he was rubbing it on him-
self. It was a nice looking cock, kind of big, cir-
cumcised, and very hard. I walked a little closer and
asked if I could please have my top back. He said
that he wasn’t done with it yet, but that he would
give it back pretty soon. Then he asked me to turn
around. I asked him why he wanted me to turn around,
and he told me that he wanted to see my beautiful ass
again.

I couldn’t turn down a request like that, so I
turned around and bent over, exposing my ass to his
penetrating stare. Then he said he was going to fuck
me! Well, that was not in the plan and I told him
that I wouldn’t allow it! Well, thank God he was a
decent guy! He said that he wouldn’t if I didn’t want
to, but maybe I would consent to suck him off! Well,
I told him that that was also beyond the limits.
Meanwhile he was still stroking his cock in my sport
bra. It was really erotic, watching him doing that,
standing in front of him practically naked. Exasper-
ated, he asked me what was within the limits.

Feeling very daring, I peeled down my running
shorts, letting them drop to the ground. I stepped
out of them and approached this guy. I just wanted
to touch his cock. So, straddling the front wheel of
his bike, I reached forward and stroked his dick! He
reached forward with his hand and fely my pussy lips,
with his fingers. He talked dirty to me, saying all
kinds of nasty things as he rubbed my clit! Then he
leaned forward a little more and slid two fingers into
my sopping pussy. God did that feel good. I was
trembling in near extasy. He asked me if he could cum
on my face and I said that I thought that might be
okay. I was so hot I wanted to get down in the dirt
and let him fuck me, but knew I wouldn’t do that! I
needed something in my pussy, something that could go
deeper than his fingers, but I didn’t want to be un-
faithful to Tom! Then I spied his bike frame pump!

It was about as big around as a smallish cock,
but way longer than his fingers! Then, with an evil
look in my eye, I asked him if I could use his pump!
He knew what I had in mind as he reached down to get
the pump and handed it to me.

I stood up and backed away a little, then I
turned around and bent over at the waist. I wanted
to make sure he could see what I was doing as I slowly
slid his bike pump between my legs and slowly into my
pussy. He stood up and his bike fell over. He moved
closer to me and began really pumping his cock through
his fist. I matched him stroke for stroke as I rammed
his bike pump in and out of my pussy! My knees kind
of buckled as I started cumming, and I fell to my knees
on the ground. I had the presence of mind to keep the
pump planted firmly in my pussy as I had one mind-
bending orgasm after another. Then he told me he was
going to cum, and he aimed his cock at my mouth. The
first couple of jets of cum hit my face, and then I
gave in to my lust and leaned forward engulfing his
cock! I felt deliciously sinful as he erupted another
two or three jets of cum into my mouth.

When it was all over, I let his cock drop from
between my lips. He cleaned up my face with my sport
top and pulled me to my feet. I didn’t want to get
into any big discussions of why I was out there dressed
like that, so I told him that I had to go and I asked
him not to follow me. He said he wouldn’t follow me if
I didn’t want him to. I picked up my shorts and he gave
me my top. Then I turned and ran off down the trail
towards work completely naked. He yelled to me that
he hoped he’d see me again and I replied that maybe he
would.

After I’d run a little ways, I rounded a corner
and stopped to get dressed. As I put my sport top on,
I felt the stickiness of the cum that he’d wiped from
my face with my top. I could taste the cum he’d shot
into my mouth, and I knew that I’d really shown my
stuff today.

Well, work was interesting that afternoon. I
had to go to the bathroom twice to masturbate. I held
off on drinking or eating anything for a while so that
I could savor the taste of his cum. Then, when I got
home, I fucked my husband’s brains out. He wondered
why I was so horny, and I just told him that it was
just one of those days.

So, that’s my story.