Running in her underwear Ch.1
Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2026 12:43 am
For anyone with an underwear or pantie fetish, this is for you:
Running in her underwear
CHAPTER ONE: BAD LUCK
It started off a normal morning. Up at 6am, dressed in running gear, out the door, in my car and at the park by 6:20. Every morning started like this until one morning. I was getting dressed for my run, starting with my black sports bra and black boy short panties. I checked the weather and it said it was going to be another hot one. Summers in New England can get real hot in August. I looked at my t shirt and decided I don’t need it. What the hell I’ve run in my sports bra before, lots of woman do it right? Then I went to look for my running shorts and stopped. Almost all of my running clothes are in the wash. I have no clean shorts. I can’t believe this. It rained yesterday so I skipped my run. I have to go today.
I looked at myself in the mirror, wondering if the boy short panties could pass for shorts. Then there was the flash back, senior year of high school, playing volleyball in gym class when one of the girls pantsed me while I was waiting on the serve. There I stood in my t shirt and panties in front of not only the rest of the girls class but also the boys playing basket ball at the other end of the gym. I stood there shocked with my shorts around my ankles and a gym full of people laughing. I was shocked, but also something else, excited? No I can’t be getting excited over someone pulling my pants down can I? What seemed like hours was really just a few seconds before I bent down giving all the boys on the basketball court a good look at my pantied ass while I pulled my shorts up.
The gym teacher blew her whistle and all the laughing and cheering ended. I was saved for now anyway. That was how my senior years started. This was not the first time I found myself with my panties exposed. And it wasn’t the last.
Once I was walking in from the bus and I was halfway across the courtyard when a strong wind blew my skirt up over my waist exposing my pink bikini panties to all the kids in the courtyard. There was lots of cheering and laughing. The problem was with my arms full of books I couldn’t do anything to stop it. I started to run for the front door just to get away from the cheers and laughter.
The worst was one morning I was wearing my new wrap around skirt. It’s exactly what it says. It just wraps around your waist and strings tied at the side to keep it on. Well I was standing at my locker putting my books away, just thinking about getting on the bus and going home. Just as I was reaching into my locker, I suddenly felt a pull at my waist and the next thing I knew I was standing in the school hallway in my underwear. Some boys had come up behind me and quickly untied and pulled my skirt off.
The crowd of students around me erupted in laughter. I guess they planned this in advance and made sure there was lots of witnesses to my humiliation. The worse part was my skirt wasn’t around my ankles where I could just pick it up. No This boy had my skirt in his hand waving it over his head like a trophy. I asked for it back and he asked, what will you give me for it? He held it over my head making my jump for it. I was begging for my skirt back when luckily I was once again saved by a nearby teacher who saw what happened and came over to retrieve my skirt from the boy that was holding it. The teacher ordered everyone to clear the hall it was time to go home. I hurried to get my skirt back on and closed my locker. I don’t even remember the bus ride home. Lots of talk and laughter at my expense. When I got home I want right to my room and stripped off my school clothes.
It wasn’t long before I had a very loud and violent orgasm soaking the sheets under me. I realized then that not only do I like being exposed but it turns me on. I’ve had several incidents where I was seen in my bra and panties, sometimes topless. And every time it would be followed by a massive orgasm. I can’t even count how many pizza or Chinese food delivery drivers have seen me almost naked.
So back in the present, I stood there looking at myself when I made a decision. I can just run like this in my undies. I reasoned that it’s early and from a distance you can’t really tell . I seldom see anyone on the trail I use anyway. Walking to my car in the driveway was scarey. What if my neighbor see’s me? Maybe this isn’t a good idea. But while I was thinking I was also walking and soon found my hand on the car door. I opened the door and nearly jumped at the beep sound of the door unlocking. I quickly sat down and drove off. I got to the park and looked around. Only two other cars in the lot. I had this naughty feeling. Like when you’re a little kid and your doing something that you know is wrong but you do it anyway. I closed the door and put my key chain around my wrist and started for the trails.
The trail in the middle is the shortest path which is best in this heat, but later on there’ll be a lot of people. Screw it I thought, the lots empty except those two cars parked together a few spots down from mine.. It’s early enough. I started up the trail and was soon running at my normal pace. I didn’t see anyone on the way up and rested at the top. I was on the way down when I passed a couple guys jogging up the trail. They seemed to busy talking to even notice me. I kept going, feeling a little disappointed that the guys didn’t notice my secret. I don’t know what I was thinking. Maybe the excitement of getting caught, I don’t know but it wasn’t long before I reached the end of the trail and could see my car and several others parked in the lot. I started towards my car when I heard a familiar voice call my name.
Running in her underwear
CHAPTER ONE: BAD LUCK
It started off a normal morning. Up at 6am, dressed in running gear, out the door, in my car and at the park by 6:20. Every morning started like this until one morning. I was getting dressed for my run, starting with my black sports bra and black boy short panties. I checked the weather and it said it was going to be another hot one. Summers in New England can get real hot in August. I looked at my t shirt and decided I don’t need it. What the hell I’ve run in my sports bra before, lots of woman do it right? Then I went to look for my running shorts and stopped. Almost all of my running clothes are in the wash. I have no clean shorts. I can’t believe this. It rained yesterday so I skipped my run. I have to go today.
I looked at myself in the mirror, wondering if the boy short panties could pass for shorts. Then there was the flash back, senior year of high school, playing volleyball in gym class when one of the girls pantsed me while I was waiting on the serve. There I stood in my t shirt and panties in front of not only the rest of the girls class but also the boys playing basket ball at the other end of the gym. I stood there shocked with my shorts around my ankles and a gym full of people laughing. I was shocked, but also something else, excited? No I can’t be getting excited over someone pulling my pants down can I? What seemed like hours was really just a few seconds before I bent down giving all the boys on the basketball court a good look at my pantied ass while I pulled my shorts up.
The gym teacher blew her whistle and all the laughing and cheering ended. I was saved for now anyway. That was how my senior years started. This was not the first time I found myself with my panties exposed. And it wasn’t the last.
Once I was walking in from the bus and I was halfway across the courtyard when a strong wind blew my skirt up over my waist exposing my pink bikini panties to all the kids in the courtyard. There was lots of cheering and laughing. The problem was with my arms full of books I couldn’t do anything to stop it. I started to run for the front door just to get away from the cheers and laughter.
The worst was one morning I was wearing my new wrap around skirt. It’s exactly what it says. It just wraps around your waist and strings tied at the side to keep it on. Well I was standing at my locker putting my books away, just thinking about getting on the bus and going home. Just as I was reaching into my locker, I suddenly felt a pull at my waist and the next thing I knew I was standing in the school hallway in my underwear. Some boys had come up behind me and quickly untied and pulled my skirt off.
The crowd of students around me erupted in laughter. I guess they planned this in advance and made sure there was lots of witnesses to my humiliation. The worse part was my skirt wasn’t around my ankles where I could just pick it up. No This boy had my skirt in his hand waving it over his head like a trophy. I asked for it back and he asked, what will you give me for it? He held it over my head making my jump for it. I was begging for my skirt back when luckily I was once again saved by a nearby teacher who saw what happened and came over to retrieve my skirt from the boy that was holding it. The teacher ordered everyone to clear the hall it was time to go home. I hurried to get my skirt back on and closed my locker. I don’t even remember the bus ride home. Lots of talk and laughter at my expense. When I got home I want right to my room and stripped off my school clothes.
It wasn’t long before I had a very loud and violent orgasm soaking the sheets under me. I realized then that not only do I like being exposed but it turns me on. I’ve had several incidents where I was seen in my bra and panties, sometimes topless. And every time it would be followed by a massive orgasm. I can’t even count how many pizza or Chinese food delivery drivers have seen me almost naked.
So back in the present, I stood there looking at myself when I made a decision. I can just run like this in my undies. I reasoned that it’s early and from a distance you can’t really tell . I seldom see anyone on the trail I use anyway. Walking to my car in the driveway was scarey. What if my neighbor see’s me? Maybe this isn’t a good idea. But while I was thinking I was also walking and soon found my hand on the car door. I opened the door and nearly jumped at the beep sound of the door unlocking. I quickly sat down and drove off. I got to the park and looked around. Only two other cars in the lot. I had this naughty feeling. Like when you’re a little kid and your doing something that you know is wrong but you do it anyway. I closed the door and put my key chain around my wrist and started for the trails.
The trail in the middle is the shortest path which is best in this heat, but later on there’ll be a lot of people. Screw it I thought, the lots empty except those two cars parked together a few spots down from mine.. It’s early enough. I started up the trail and was soon running at my normal pace. I didn’t see anyone on the way up and rested at the top. I was on the way down when I passed a couple guys jogging up the trail. They seemed to busy talking to even notice me. I kept going, feeling a little disappointed that the guys didn’t notice my secret. I don’t know what I was thinking. Maybe the excitement of getting caught, I don’t know but it wasn’t long before I reached the end of the trail and could see my car and several others parked in the lot. I started towards my car when I heard a familiar voice call my name.