Vertical marathon

One of the good things about staying in HDB flats is that I can run up and down the staircase to get some exercise during rainy seasons. It keeps me out of the rain, tones up my thighs and butt, but is also very tiring and I need a good sports bra to support my assets. Want to make a guess what else I wore?

You know how bored I was with just walking along HDB corridors and walking down the stairs to the next floor on my night runs. Bright yellow boyshorts that will never pass off for sports shorts up close, seductive lace panties with lots and lots of frills, I feel like a lingerie model, sultry and totally desirable as I catwalk along the corridors. But I need to do something new. Sure the antics get my pulse racing but I hardly even perspire from physical exertion. I used to be quite sporty, it was a sign of how little I have been exercising recently when I couldn't finish a run up 25 floors. Hardly a vertical marathon and I'm already wiped out.

I went back to that point block near the supermarket where I had walked around in a big t-shirt and little else. I jogged over in my usual sports attire to warm up, looking very decent. It was quiet and peaceful as usual, with a flight of stairs that face an open field. There is nobody at the other side to see me so I should be safe once I get up to the second floor. I pulled down my sports shorts and bared my cheeks. Oh they are damp, but not that kind of wetness. This is honest perspiration from the jog here. It was much cooler running with my shorts off. Dri-fit can never cool me as much as bare skin can. If I had my way, I would do all my serious running in just thongs and sports bra. Not the lacy see-thru kind of thong, that is just for show and for fun. The type that is made of a synthetic material, plain in design and very good at stretching and moving with the skin is very good for exercising. And very importantly, it will not chafe your skin.

I was initially cautious when I ran up, looking up and down, checking the corridors, trying to be sure that if someone comes down the stairs in front of me, I will be able to run back down and evade them before they saw my bare ass. Obviously I couldn't keep this up forever and was staggering up to the next floor before too long. Running on the treadmill in the gym is very different from running a vertical marathon! My stamina didn't last as long as I remembered. What if somebody follows me up from behind? Well, he will be getting a good view. I can no longer be sure that I can still evade him... but fortunately it did not happen.

On the top floor, I walked to and fro between the 4 units to dry off my buns and my legs. They were really hot now and wearing just a thong really helped me cool them off more quickly. I should do this more often! After all, the doors are closed and nobody was bothered by me. I even did some warming down stretches there to unkink my stressed muscles before I wore back my shorts. Why, did you think I left my shorts downstairs? No, I didn't want to be caught with my pants down when I take the lift down to collect them. I will be helpless if there is someone outside the lift door.

Bored

With just one last paper to go, I realised how sick of my books I had gotten. And that dream sparked off something in me. I need something more thrilling!

I took a much-needed break from studies today and went out in a miniskirt, spag top and bra. I took a g-string with me just in case. I got moist very quickly just from recalling the dream and anticipating what I will be doing later. I went to one of the neighbourhood shopping centres nearby and hung around for a while. I overtook a group of school boys going up the escalator and dropped my wallet when I'm a few steps ahead of them. I had to bend down to pick it up. I'm not sure if they saw since I didn't dare to turn back. There is only so much that I can do on the escalator unless I keep going up and down, up and down like someone who has seriously lost her way and her undies. Not cool.

So I went to Mac. There was a good seat at the corner of the restaurant and so I got a drink and went to sit down. Nobody beside me and the nice sofas you now find in Mac give me a good cover from the only guy sitting directly in front of me. I can do whatever I want as long as it is under the table. I took out one ice cube from my coke and cleaned it with a napkin. The glass walls are far away. Nobody can see me playing with myself. The ice cube gave me quite a jolt when I touched it to my hot and wet pussy! I have never realised what a tingle it can give. Pretty soon, I had to use more napkin to wipe the water from the melting ice cube off my legs. Oh what delicious shivers!

Next, I wanted to put my legs up on the table, but the legroom at Mac is not enough for me to do so comfortably. The table is too close to the seat. Back to the ice cubes. What will it be like to slip one inside? I put on my g-string as discreetly as I could. I fished out a small ice cube and pushed it in. Wet and slippery, it slid in easily and I nearly died from the shock. It was very cold! I pulled my g-string all the way up and hoped it will hold the ice cube inside. I walked out as calmly as I could.

I was a bit numb by now and could not feel if the melted ice is flowing out. I really hope I'm not trickling down my legs! I had to go to the toilet to check. The ice was small and did not overflow my g-string. But after that the cold water felt really good when I walked and felt the breeze...

I will never see an ice cube the same way again on a hot day!

I had a dream...

I had the wierdest dream last night. Must be exam stress.

There is this really gorgeous girl in my course who I don't really know so well. But she's hard to miss. Especially when she wears a miniskirt. She was in the dream, and she was wearing a denim miniskirt, so she was hard to miss. Especially when she was sitting on a chair with her legs up on the table. I could see that she was not wearing anything under her skirt, and so could any of the guys if they had looked at her. But they were all busy in a discussion at another table.

I didn't know whether to be appalled at her open display or to admire her guts. I would never dare to sit like that so openly with guy friends all around me! Even before I got a bf, I would only let complete strangers have a glance, never friends. And yet, this is like the ultimate in thrill seeking.

What a strange dream. Maybe I miss my pussy-baring days. There is a saying that what you think of during the day, you will dream of at night. These days the only person I tease is the bf. And I had stayed faithful for months. Maybe I'm just bored.

Taking off bra in front of ppl

Someone sent this to me. Some finalists of the FHM Girl Next Door 2007 competed to see who could do it fastest. Without taking off their tops.
Wah. If you wanna see girls do that you have to go watch the video on that blog. That's something I'm not gonna do in front of people. Or on radio. Or on youtube.

http://youth.sg/blog/2007/04/13/will-it-soon-be-no-work-days/


Taking off panties without taking off the skirt? Sure I have some experience doing it too, but I'm not going to let people time me while I do it.
When I do it, it will be on my terms, not part of some contest.

Library

I often study in the public library or fast food restaurants during the day. The aircon is necessary for me to study. I sometimes bring my laptop so i can go online for a while with the free wireless when I need to take a break. I tried unzipping my jeans to touch myself, but it is difficult to reach the right spot when sitting down and in jeans. Will it be too obvious with a skirt? Anyway I'm seriously trying to study for my exams here and shouldn't make it too easy for myself to get distracted.

I remember how I will sometimes stop by the library on my way home from school during my JC days to seek relief from the afternoon heat. It will usually be quite empty on weekdays and I can sometimes find a corner where I can squat down behind shelves and touch myself. I would be wearing my school uniform and it is quite accessible when I'm wearing a skirt. I do have to keep an eye out for anybody who is coming near. Usually there will be gaps between books stacked on the shelves so I can see who is on the other side. Sometimes there is someone at my favourite corner and I can't do much. There was once when I almost climaxed before someone walked near and I had to stop. Some shelves I have to avoid because I'm too exposed.

There was once when I found a secondary school boy sitting down at the opposite side and I squatted down to give him a view of my panties. I was wearing black that day and the wetness was not obvious. From where I was I could not see his face, only his hair and his uniform. I knew he could not see my face unless he looked up, but he never did. I noticed that whenever I shifted around a little, he would moved his head back down. To look down there, to take in every detail. This was accidental the first time, but I realised that I could keep him from looking up at my face by doing this. And so I stayed there for over a minute before deciding to move on. I wanted to move away before he lost interest down there and wanted to see my face.

I would sometimes wear gstrings to school after that, but I never found another good opportunity to do so again. And now I'm at the library again, studying for exams, trying not to be distracted but thinking of my past escapades.

housework

I need an outlet for the exam stress. Which is why I have been running almost every night. Not always with a big tee and vib. Sometimes I cycle too, but I have blogged about it before. Getting boring. Which is why I started doing housework. I'm a lazy girl who never helps Mum with housework. The only things I wash are my own underwear. In fact, I'm seldom at home during the day since the house is hot and we don't have air con. Which is why I do most of my mugging for exam in school, public library or fast food restaurants. Mum was so surprised that I swept and mopped the floor today.

Well housework is usually exhausting, hot and just not fun. I wouldn't have picked up the mop again if not for the lack of exercise time lately. And with the rain this afternoon I wasn't really not keen to leave the house. I can feel myself getting fat. Night runs are obviously not much of a cardio workout, contrary to what Mum thinks. It is just a stress reliever to me, though I must never tell her. So I worked out with the mop today.

Anyway, I usually do housework only under Mum's supervision. Now that the whole family is out and I'm home alone, I can do housework nude, which makes it much more fun. Of course I have to close all the windows so I don't give neighbours a shock. This is probably how I will be doing all my housework when I get married and have my own apartment one day. Ha ha! But I might wear a sports bra next time to prevent my C-cups from banging into each other so much.

Starting my night runs again

With exams looming round the corner, I'm going back to my old hobby of doing night runs. Still remember how I used to strip off my shorts and run in my yellow boyshorts that are a bit too low cut behind and a bit see through in front? Well I will come back to it soon.

I was so frustrated with my studies last night that I went down for a walk. It was still too early in the night for me to be running around in bright yellow undies and no shorts, and I did not want to wait till the shops are closed and the people all safely back home. So instead I went for another excursion to the supermarket again, wearing a big t-shirt again. I joined the queue this time, but I was not bare underneath this time. No, there was something else I wanted to try. I have brought my vibrator with me and tucked the controls into my panties. Of course the other end was doing its work, at low speed, tucked some place warm. I had a nice buzz while I strolled around and was soon smiling contentedly, all exam stress forgotten.

A reader had recommended that I put on a pantyliner before doing this to prevent staining the panties. What a good suggestion. I have been using g-string pantyliners these days, not the normal pantyliners since I'm wearing g-strings a lot more frequently than boyshorts and panties. But I bought another pack now that I am starting to use them again. And so with the pack of fresh pantyliners in hand, and a can of drinks, I headed to the point block not far from the supermarket. I have lots of supplies. He he. And it should be quiet there.

But to be frank, I did not stay out the whole night. Another reader suggested that I wear a big t-shirt with nothing underneath so that I can strip naked easily and wear it back to cover up in case of emergencies. So I took the lift up 25 floors, removing bra and shorts while going up and placed them behind some potted plants. The 4 doors were closed and I could have walked out naked and nobody would have seen me. On the way down I stood in just my panties and flip flops and turned up the speed control to max and enjoyed a few exhiliarating moments until the lift slowed to a stop and I had to quickly pull on my tee again before the door opened. Fortunately there was nobody outside, or the look of ecstasy on my face would have been a giveaway. My legs could hardly support my weight by this time. So I closed the door, took off my tee again and went up again to the top floor. I stepped out without my tee this time and got back my clothing. Then I headed to the staircase landing and tried not to make any noise while the vibrator finished its job.

After that I was ready to go home and study some more.

Qing Ming

Went with family to do Qing Ming duties yesterday. For the benefit of the few non-Singaporean readers I have, this is a Chinese custom to visit the cemetery or temple where we keep our ancestors' remains and pay our respects.

The weather is as bright and sunny as it usually is everytime we go, every year. The weather is lovely for a day at the beach in a bikini, but when I need to look decent in front of relatives? I hate it. I wore a halter top and denim mini so that I can look decent while keeping cool. There is after all no air con at such places. Mum would not hear of me going without a bra so I had to put on a bikini top again. I seldom wear a bikini as a bra because it gives less cleavage than normal bras. If I'm to be showing any cleavage at all I would usually wear a normal bra, to look nicer and to prevent accidents when I bend over. Or I will just go braless and be more comfortable if my nipples are at no risk of peeping out without me knowing.

There was a woman in a batik dress at the temple, looking like she is in her late 30s. Batik is a fabric that breathes well, and usually not too thick, so I suppose she found it comfortable on a hot day. She had an inner layer under her skirt for modesty but it was still not opaque enough when she is standing there with the sun shining through her skirt. She was wearing boyshorts or more likely oversized auntie-style panties and I could clearly see the outline of her crotch. I wonder if she knew how clearly her underwear could be seen. I feel sorry for her. After all I would never intentionally show off when wearing that, but I can't speak for her. I'm seeing more than I want to, but I don't see how I can go up to her and tell her.

But that reminds me of my sarong skirt which I had been neglecting. Time to dig it out and bring it to town. You can be sure I will be wearing something skimpier inside. I don't think the skirt is so thin, but it is better to ask B if he can see as much. It is fun to wear and the opening can go high up the leg.