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Subject: {ASSM} Marathon of One (F Exhibitionism, Mast)
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This erotic story was written by me, Shon Richards.  Please do
not reprint on your website, blog, love letters to your lover etc
without asking me first.  I have yet to refuse a reprint but
let's just be polite about it, okay?

You can write to me at shonrichards at yahoo.com.  I will be
delighted to hear your comments.

Find out what I am up to at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/
as well as read my more current work. 


"Marathon of One"
By Shon Richards

Jeri put her sunglasses on.  At five in the morning, she really
didn't need them but she felt better with them on.  Her long
black hair was pulled back into a strict ponytail.  The
non-descript hair combined with her sunglasses to give her a
generic anonymous look.  It was a good disguise considering that
the only other clothes she wore were her sock and shoes.

She checked the street for cars.  There were none.  Jeri ran out
of her house.  The early dawn light soaked her nude body in soft
rays.  The morning air was cold against her skin and made her
nipples instantly hard.  That was all right.  The jog would warm
her up.

Jeri ran naked down the street.  No one was awake.  It was too
early for the school buses.  It was too early for other joggers.
It was that quiet time of the day when Jeri was alone with the
street.  That was the theory anyway.  The reality is that there
was always a chance.    

A dog barked at her.  She experienced a slight thrill as she
wondered if the dog would wake its owner.  Would the owner look
at the window and catch her?  Would he believe it even if he saw
it?  

Her breasts bounced on her chest.  She debated getting a sports
bra but that would ruin it.  She had to be exposed.  She had to
be vulnerable.  If she didn't show the world every part of her
body, then where was the shame?

Long legs pumped her body along.  She used to hate her legs. 
Dumpy, chunky fat tubes of embarrassment.  Now they were slender
from the terror of running.  It was a five block run and Jeri was
getting faster every day.

Jeri doesn't run for the fitness.

She ran past her best friend's house.  Amanda would still be
asleep with her husband.  Jeri smiled as she wondered what Amanda
would think if she saw her.  Jeri smiled more as she thought
about Amanda's husband seeing her run by.  Would he recognize
her?  Would he masturbate to thoughts of her without knowing who
she was?  Would he masturbate more if he did know?

A car was idling outside.  Clouds of smoke gurgled from the
tailpipe.  The owner was warming the car while staying inside the
house.  If he chose just now to come out, he would see Jeri's
nude body racing by.  Jeri ran faster, her body straining as she
tried to get out of sight before the car owner came out.

She's sweating now.  Her body glistens in the morning light.  She
loops around the fifth block and begins the long jog home.  The
sun is higher, illuminating the street before her like a stage
coming to life.  The shadows shrink and Jeri knows the run home
will be far more exposed.

A car pulls up to the corner ahead of her.  Jeri resists the urge
to duck into someone's yard.  She must keep running.  To turn
away would be cowardice.  

She prays that there are no children in the car.  She prays for
the car to not notice her.  She prays for it to keep going with
no traffic to wait for.  
  
The car keeps going.  They must not have seen her.  This early in
the morning, they might not have believed what they saw even if
they saw her.

Jeri wondered if it was a man or a woman.  Jeri is glad they
didn't see her.  Jeri wishes they had.  

She can see her house.  Her heart is pounding hard from the run
but also from the exposure.  This is where people can connect her
nude body to the timid woman who lives here.  This is the moment
when her secret is most vulnerable.

She runs faster.  Her breasts slap against her chest as she runs.
 Arms and legs flow together to make her as fast as possible. 
The tail of her hair swishes across her bare shoulders as she
cuts through the air.  Tight buttocks clench together as the
climax of her runs nears.

Jeri ducks into the side door of her garage.  She doesn't look to
see if anyone is watching.  If she actually saw someone, her
heart would burst from the excitement.

Safe inside her house, Jeri slows down her pace to a walk. Her
body is burning but she keeps moving to prevent cramps.  She
couldn't sit still if she wanted to.  The thrill of the run has
filled her entire body.  One more morning and she has survived. 


Jeri reaches between her legs.  Her fingers touch her wet sex.  

One stroke and thinking of the car that didn't stop.

Two strokes and thinking of the person warming their car.

Three strokes and thinking of Amanda's husband, not looking out
the window.

She comes in a marathon of climaxes. 

The end.

If you enjoyed this story please drop me a line at shonrichards
at yahoo.com.
Or visit my blog at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/

  

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