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.

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.

Night run in big T-shirt

I went on another night run again, finally. More of a stroll actually. I was in a big t-shirt, the kind that is so long it covers my shorts. The kind that might just leave you wondering if I'm wearing shorts inside. But of course people always wear shorts inside, who will come out of the house in just a t-shirt? So who will really take a second look and realise I'm not wearing anything inside?

I usually do my night runs later at night, not while the shops are still open and people are still out. I walked into a supermarket in just a t-shirt and slippers tonight. Almost as soon as I stepped into the store, they announced that the store is closing soon and the shoppers were more interested in choosing their groceries and queueing up than looking at a young girl in a black t-shirt. I didn't bring any money with me, no place to keep it anyway. Only my phone that I'm holding. Maybe next time I will actually join the queue and hope nobody notice that I'm bare underneath.

A friend called and we chatted as I strolled back to where I had left my bra, shorts and panties. Neatly folded at the staircase of a HDB block, waiting for me to reclaim and put on before I go home. I'm feeling so relaxed and free dressing like this. Very therapeutic walk to the supermarket. Not exactly retail therapy, but I feel much better afterwards.

Running in a thong

Exams suck. So mean of uni to schedule exams so late. People start Christmas shopping already and we're still mugging. Went for another run before the last paper. But still stuck in a HDB estate coz it's too much trouble to go to a quiet park in a private housing estate without a car. Wore a black thong instead of my boyshorts this time.

Of course I did not leave my shorts in the carpark like what I did with my boyshorts. Too exposed running along the walkways with my buttocks bared. I run as usual to the HDB block, then found a unit with laundry hanging outside. I added my shorts, then on an impulse I removed my sports bra and placed it there too. I think they will be safe there at night with the lights already off and the door closed. So now I stand in the cold night wind wearing a singlet and thong (and socks and shoes of course) with my pony tail tied up. I could see my nipples through the thin fabric of my singlet. I walked the next few floors and it was really a little boring. Not very much different from wearing boyshorts, but my boobs bounced much more even though I was walking and not running. Nobody to appreciate them.

I sat down on the staircase for a while, thinking of what to do next. The cement was cold! And dusty. I had to dust off my buttocks after I've decided what to do next. The grooves on the edge of the steps left their mark on my tender flesh. So ugly! I tried to rub them out. I went back for my clothing. I went to the wrong floor and had a mild shock when I could not find my shorts. Still there, fortunately. It did take me a while to find them though. On hindsight, it would have been disastrous if the owners of the house kept their laundry while I was away on my run, I would really be caught with my pants down if they had kept my shorts and bra together with the rest of their laundry!

Wore back my shorts and went to 7-11 to buy drink. Stuffed my bra into my shorts and thong. It makes an ugly shape in my shorts! Dunno where else to keep it but it doesn't really stay there and I have to adjust it from time to time. The male staff at the counter definitely noticed I was not wearing a bra. I smiled at him and he was a little shy. Couldn't decide to look at my face or my nipples. I wonder if this is the last time I can come back to this outlet. Walked along the main road until I reached the town centre but very few people were still around at that time. Also too dark, not many people noticed until I reached bus interchange and took a bus home from there.The light there is stronger and the shape of my nipples more visible.

Ignored the stares of the other passengers, not many of them anyway. Took last seat on the bus and squatted down when the bus moved off. Removed my singlet and sat on the seat again with my shoulders down. Have to check for other vehicles outside, make sure there isn't a bus that suddenly appear beside me and its passengers can see that I'm topless! I played with my breasts for a while. So fun! Bus makes a long trip, I usually take short cut. Wore back my bra and singlet again when 2 bus stops away from home. One of my most exciting bus rides ever!

jog in boyshorts part 2

Let me continue with my story telling...

So I finally got in the next lift without being seen again (I hope!) and went up to the top floor. I don't know what I would have done if the door opens and there is someone outside waiting for the lift but fortunately there was nobody outside. I walked out slowly and looked around. Staircase at the side, corridors going both sides and the barrier wall is high enough to hide my lower body so that people downstairs will not see anything indecent if they look up. I'm quite decent from the waist up.

I have gone up another block of flats when I went running during my A levels. I was still doing my shorts without panties night run then and I took off my shorts and walked bare bottom along the corridors for a few storeys. It was such a thrill doing it then! I have not gone back to that block and I'm now going to do my walk in my undies. I will walk to the staircase at the other end, walk down to the next floor and walk all the way back and down the next floor again. Floor after floor I walked, my running shoes making no sound. I listened and kept my eyes open for people who might still be outside at this time, walking quickly past open doors so that nobody notices how skimpily dressed I am. Eventually I decided that open doors are safe enough that I will walk past casually, looking in and occasionally seeing someone look back and by then I will have gone past the door and will be at the window where my butt cannot be seen. Hehe... don't think anyone has eyes that sharp when they are busy watching TV...

Then I removed my boyshorts at a staircase landing and walked along the corridor to the other end. It was so exciting taking it off because my shoes were in the way and I had to stop and take them off and I was very vulnerable with my pants down and cannot run away if someone comes along! My legs were shaking as I walked with my boyshorts in my hand, hoping that there will not be any open doors. One door is open! I ran past it quickly hoping nobody will notice my bare bottom. I dared not look in. My heart was pounding by the time I reached the staircase and I had to remove my shoes to wear back my undies. I was so panicky that I dropped the undies and had to pick it up and dust it off and check which is the front and which is the back! And I'm trickling wet down there by now. The corridors were long and after my half-naked run I was ready to call it a night. I forced myself to walk along another 2 floors to calm myself down. I feel much much safer wearing my boyshorts than when I was airing my ass! I then took the lift the rest of the way down, relived not to meet anybody.

Time to go buy a drink from 7-11. A female cashier tonight. I walked behind the shelf so she cannot see my legs. There were 2 guys at the cold drinks and I waited behind the shelf, pretending to be looking at something else. Then they walked over and I hurridly grabbed something big enough to cover myself. The biggest I could find was a loaf of bread and it's not nearly enough! I held it at groin level anyway and walked past them hoping they did not notice, hid at the other side and checked to see if they are following me.Quickly open the fridge and grab a can of 100 plus, threw the bread to the shelf, took a few coins from my coin pouch and went to the cashier. They have followed me back to the fridge after all and are behind me while I paid for the drink and walked out. They had a very good view of my backside and I'm sure they knew it was lacy underwear. Lucky them. I walked out as calmly as I could so I won't draw the cashier's attention. I think she was serving them and did not notice. I wouldn't want her to be telling her colleagues about me and causing my favourite 7-11 to be a place I can no longer go to. I ran off so that those guys will not be able to catch up with me. I did not even know that I was running the wrong way and had to take a longer journey to get home. At least I was sure those 2 guys did not really get to see my face and could see only my pony tail and a lot of my round ass. Not likely that they will recognise me! But still, it was so dangerous...

I had enough for 1 night. I kept away from people, hiding in stair landings where necessary, waiting for them to pass by. I finally made it back to the multistorey carpark and my shorts were still there. I wore them back with trembling legs and headed home. This is the most exciting trip I have ever had!

jog in boyshorts part 1

Last night is a good night to go jogging again. The haze finally cleared up enough to do exercise outdoors... for only 1 night! It's now hazy again... sian.... Haze means I have to stay indoors and be a good girl.

My mum took a look at me in my running gear at 10pm at night and asked, exams coming already? Coz I do this a lot more when exam stress is overwhelming. I was wearing my normal running gear of sports singlet and shorts when I left the house. What is different is that I'm wearing my yellow boyshorts below them instead of my usual cotton panties.

The first thing I did is to go to that nearby multi-storey carpark again, went up the stairs to a high floor where there are no cars being parked. I hid behind a pillar and pulled down my sports shorts and left them on top of a firehose box, folded properly and hope nobody sees them. I had never left anything here before as I will usually just remove my panties and bring them with me. Not as convenient to bring the shorts with me. Much more thrilling to leave them behind too! The whole level is empty and if anybody comes up to put out a fire at this time of the night, I'm just damn unlucky. If someone finds my shorts there at this hour and they go missing, I will have to sneak home much later when my family is asleep... So I took a risk and left them there.

Standing there in my boyshorts, I admired myself a bit more and tugged my singlet a bit to see how much I can cover. I can pull down the back but it won't cover properly and there is still a gap behind. The boyshorts are really low and not enough to cover my ass. They don't move very well with my body and I had to readjust them after I'm done stretching and warming up. One thing I really like: they are cooling! I can feel the breeze cooling my butt as I put my leg up on the wall to stretch them!

Then I started a slow jog down the ramp of the carpark. A couple of floors down, I had to avoid a woman getting out of her car and I waited until she has left before I dared to come out. A car drove in when I reached the ground floor and I hid myself between 2 cars while it drove past. They will be able to see everything in that headlight of theirs! And I did a slow jog along the corridors of the blocks until I reached the canal at the edge of the estate. I had never been this exposed before and I was very very nervously keeping a lookout for anyone who might be outside and able to see me. Safe so far. I jogged along the unlit canal until I reached the next opening, perhaps 3 minutes away and passing by a drunk asleep on the bench. Did he see the yellow? Did he know how much I was showing?

I reached another row of shops that I will not usually patronize during the day. I often come here when out on my night excursions and so I avoid them during the day. It is quiet here and only the 7-11 and coffeeshop are still open at this hour. Shopping later, let me go up the HDB blocks first. There was this time when I took off my shorts and walked along the corridor of the top floor. That was really exciting! Now I'm waiting for the lift in my underwear, even more exciting because I am so exposed and someone may walk to the lobby suddenly! There are no corners to hide in. Just then I heard footsteps behind me and a man walked in from behind me. He looks very surprised to see me in my running shoes, sports singlet and so much lace around my half-exposed butt. I disappeared and ran up to the stairs landing to wait until he goes up the lift.

My knees were shaking with excitement by the time I heard the lift door close and I came down to wait for the next lift. To be caught like this is such a thrill!

More to come later...

yellow boyshorts

Remember how I sometimes go jogging at night? I bought a new pair of boyshorts recently and I'm going to wear them as my running shorts. Boyshorts are worn next to the skin like panties, so you don't wear anything under them. You think anyone will notice that it's underwear? Cool huh? You bet. The ventilation is a lot better also!

Ok, I know some guys may not be familiar with boyshorts.... it's actually undies.You are familiar with panties, aren't you? Ok, panties are triangular in shape, boyshorts are rectangular. The legs are longer, like minishorts. Oh go www.victoriassecret.com and look around if you really have no idea what I'm talking about.

My boyshorts are yellow, not the kind of colour that running shorts are in usually, but from a distance you might think it's just some funky-coloured shorts that are very tight and short. Close up, you might notice that the back is not quite enough to cover my round bum and about 3 inches of my rear cleavage is exposed. And the bottom of my bum will not be covered properly too. It's that tiny. And that's when it is properly pulled up and I'm standing straight. When I bend over to do some stretching...

I can pull down the back of my sports singlet but it won't cover properly. The front has some lace and is a bit see-thru. I can still see some blackness even though I have removed most of my hair down there. But you must get close enough. Well, don't think I will go coffeeshop and buy a drink in this attire. The lace will be very noticable up close. There's lace all around the edge, along the legs, along my bum, on the back where my butt crack is. Very noticable indeed!

Now that the haze is clearing up, I will be going running in it soon!

night adventures

Let me continue with my story.

By the time I started my "adventures" again, I had already stopped for several months. I had to work up my courage again.

I often go jogging or cycling late at night when it is cooling and quiet. It is one way for me to unstress when exams are near. I find myself going on my trips more often when I'm stressed, so it is another way for me to let off some steam. Isn't it a good idea to go flashing when cycling or jogging at night?

I would go cycling wearing my normal bra and panties under tank-top and shorts when I go cycling. There is a multi-level carpark nearby that I will head for. It is always deserted at the top floor and I would remove my bra there and continue on my way with just a white sports singlet. My nipples will get quite visible when I'm wet with perspiration, so it is exciting whenever I pass by people on my bike. Double the fun if I'm going up or down the pavement when passing people because I shake a lot without my bra! I will go back to the carpark just before going home and put on my bra again. I will usually just unclip my bra and slip it off my shoulders when removing it. It is easy to do so in a singlet, and safer to do it quickly. I will have to clip it around my chest and pull it up the inside of my singlet, slip the straps out of the holes and up my shoulders. This is the time when I am the most scared, because if somebody comes while I'm struggling with my bra with my tanktop pulled halfway up my chest, i may not be able to hide in time.

I tried jogging without my bra, but I can only take baby steps. I wear a C-cup bra and I find it too uncomfortable to run fast. Ok, when I do this, it is not really to exercise, but I still need to be able to run fast if I get into trouble and need to get away. So I dare not do it again. What I do is to remove my panties and bare my butt and wear back my shorts again, in the open. In a dark and quiet spot of course, but out of house. I have done it along the jogging track of a canal near my place, in the middle of a field at midnight, on the top floor of a multi-storey carpark, at the staircase of another block, in a lift going down (now this is really scary, it might open at any time!). All sorts of places. I will sometimes tie the panties around my wrist or stuff it into my bra so that it doesn't drop off. It's no fun keeping it in my pocket. I get a kick out of buying a drink at 7-11 outlets and paying money with that hand. They don't usually notice what it is, unless I'm wearing something lacey.

I think it is the risk of getting caught that keeps me coming back again and again when I keep telling myself to quit. It's like an addiction, the more I do, the more daring I want my next trip to be.