Discovering Ourselves (Chapter 5 Part 1)

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Chapter 5.1: Fun While Exercising in Public.With the arrival of spring and better weather, I had begun to run regularly again. Every weekday, I ran to a large public park, about a kilometer away from home, did a full loop around the park and ran back home. I did it as soon as I came back from work. Since Belle finished working a bit later than I did, by the time I came back from my run, she would have just come back home. She often joined me under the shower, sometimes just to wash my back, but more often with naughtier intents.I don’t know if discovering our own exhibitionism had made me more aware, or if I’d started to read sexual undertones in innocent acts, but I seemed to notice girls exposing themselves much more often during my runs. A girl sitting on a bench in a skirt with her legs a bit too spread apart, the hem fluttering in the wind without her ever trying to fix it, here. Another who ‘accidentally’ lifted her t-shirt while removing her sweater, letting her boobs peak out for a second, there. It wasn’t every day, but I came home having seen something along those lines more often than not.Regardless of the reason, I couldn’t help but see. I told Belle about all these events when I came back home. I did it mostly because not sharing would have felt like lying to her by omission. But I knew she liked these little anecdotes, because she pictured herself doing so, and sometimes it gave her ideas for future light exhibitions. She’d never been jealous about me looking at other girls anyway. Even before we’d started letting our kinkier side free, she would sometimes discretely point to me a girl with nice boobs and a deep cleavage, or one with a nice butt molded in her clothes, walking by.As she’d said more than once to other girls when they seemed surprised she did not care, “There’s no hurt in looking at a beautiful thing. And I don’t have any issue with him looking at the menu of other restaurants, as long as he doesn’t forget he’s contracted to eat at a specific one.”A Friday evening, soon after Mark left, as I was showering alone for once, Belle’s confession that she would be missing having other spectators than myself gave me an idea. As soon as I was done, I went to the kitchen, where she was loading the dishwasher. When she saw me walk in naked, she couldn’t keep her gaze from falling down to my cock swinging freely as I walked.”Honey? I thought about what you told me after Mark moved out, and I may have an idea.” She raised an eyebrow, wondering if I was about to suggest something mundane or much wilder, I explained myself. “What if, starting Monday, instead of going on my run before you come back from work, I wait for you, we go running together, and while at the park you did your routine there? I’m sure you’d attract the attention even with your yoga suit on.”She thought about it for a few seconds. “Why not? The change of setting could be nice…””And, who knows? After a while, you might end up with a bunch of loyal spectators!” I half-joked.She giggled, “But I’m not gonna do my routine naked in the park. Don’t start dreaming!”I laughed, “And there goes my grand plans…”I went to the PC and, after a bit of browsing, ordered a new sports outfit for her. I found a really sexy black one, mini shorts with large bands of sheer lace down the sides and their assorted sports bra, the band of lace going straight down the middle front. I could not wait to see Belle’s rack in this one.As I was about to order, something else caught my eyes, a black sports tank top, with a deep neckline elvankent escort bayan and very large armholes. I immediately pictured Belle wearing one without a bra, offering magnificent sideboob views… And, cherry on top, it was printed with the number 69 in grey on the front. I chuckled and added it to my order.We went on our first run together the next Monday. It was a bit chilly so Belle had put a black zip-up hoodie over her usual outfit. I could not help but notice every guy who turned around to check her bubble butt as we ran past them. Belle seemed oblivious to the effect she had on them. After about fifteen minutes, as we started to heat up, she’d unzipped her hoodie. I could now see her tits bounce up and down with each stride. And the number of men who checked her out increased exponentially. She started to notice, and the way she ran changed slightly as she tried to expose her assets as much as she could.As we reached the entrance of the park, Belle stopped to remove the hoodie altogether, handing it to me to put in the backpack I’d taken to carry her yoga mat and our water bottles. The skin of her midriff and her back were now exposed, glistening with sweat. As far as I was concerned, seeing her sweaty made her even sexier, I couldn’t help but link it in my mind with images of her sweaty body after sex on hot summer days.As we ran around the park to the spot I’d picked for her to do her routine, her bouncing boobs even attracted the attention of some women now, some of them green with envy, others with a more lustful glint in their eyes. I showed her the spot, a patch of grassy area along the main outward path of the park with trees and bushes on three sides. Along the opposite side of the path was a bench, from which I would be able to watch her do her routine. We sat on the bench, I fished her water bottle out of my backpack, handed it to her, and while she hydrated herself, unpacked the yoga mat.Belle walked to the middle of the grass, unrolled her mat and started stretching. She’d barely started her first set of exercises, her boobs bouncing as she performed jacks, when a fifty-something-looking guy asked me if I minded if he sat down on the bench. I removed my backpack, making room for him. We both watched Belle go through her usual routine, with the experience she now had with having spectators, she always made sure to offer the best angle of view for each exercise.While she was facing away from us, doing her squats, holding the position a few seconds each time she was in the chair position, her ass stretching the fabric of her pants, I saw the guy re-adjust his crotch a few times. Belle seemed to enjoy the attention. She even groped her own ass, pretending to check the effect of the exercise on her glutes. I saw a bead of sweat run down her spine, and the images of her sweaty body post-coital flashed in my head once again.By the time she’d turned around and started doing push-ups, her cleavage now the main focus point, the guy had placed the shopping bag he’d been holding on his knees, most likely to hide his bulge. I grinned when I noticed and returned my gaze to Belle, who caught my eyes, grinning too. She started to force herself to go further down than usual during her push-up, slightly squishing her boobs against the mat and causing them to bounce a little when she pushed herself up. She did less push-ups than usual, but the enhanced visuals were worth it.When she moved to crunches, groin towards us, I noticed Escort emek something which had never happened before. Her yoga pants were outlining the shape of her pussy, basically giving her a camel-toe. Did she pull her pants up on purpose, or was it a lucky accident? I never thought about asking her. The guy had noticed too. The tip of his tongue licked the corner of his lips, he was watering at the mouth, probably imagining eating Belle’s pussy.Belle had been doing advanced crunches for a while now, starting in a sitting position, arms crossed over her chest, her feet slightly off the ground, basically balancing herself on her butt. Then she would extend her legs forward as she lowered her torso until it was an inch off the ground before coming back to her original position, her butt remaining the only part in contact with the ground all along.While coming back up, to maintain lateral balance and avoid falling to one side or the other, she had to slightly spread her knees each time. This offered a clear view of her crotch for about two seconds each time. By the fourth crunch she did, I heard the guy let out a loud gulp, and couldn’t help but smile. If this was having this effect on him, her yoga routine, coming up next, would crush him, particularly the cat-cow pose.I never really bothered with remembering the names of each pose which constituted Belle’s yoga routine. But there were a few very sexy moves in there. I know the first move, which she uses to transition from the crunches to her routine, is called ‘the Butterfly’, sitting with legs spread and feet together. Then she would switch to ‘the Garland’, legs spread, feet on the ground, with hands joined as if in prayer. These two I remember because when she did the routine naked these last months, her pussy was on full display, spreading open by itself.And even with her yoga pants on, the view remained very arousing. The guy was on the edge of the bench, not missing any of it. Belle stood up and slowly cycled through the five or six standing moves of her routine. These few moves constituted what I called the ‘soft belly’ of her routine. While Belle’s body was always nice to watch, these poses didn’t really enhance any part of it for the viewer. They displayed her flexibility, however, which, the first time you witnessed it, was sure to make you imagine the possibilities in bed. The guy was staring all along.She continued the sequence, now moving through the series of poses which culminated with the cat-cow pose. As she finally reached that point, her ass facing us on all fours, the guy gulped again. I stifled a chuckle. At that point, the guy was so entranced he had completely forgotten I was sitting right besides him. Belle went through the last few moves of her routine, stood up and without turning around, started to roll her mat, displaying her ass one last time. The guy took it as his cue to stand up and walk away.Had he waited a bit longer, he would have had a nice surprise, because at some point during the few last moves, most likely during the transition to the pose called ‘the Cobra’, which involved Belle dragging her tits across her mat, one of her nipples had escaped the confines of her sports bra. Too bad for him, if he’d been less in a hurry to leave, too flustered to dare risking she’d talk to him once she was done, he’d have gotten this last treat. I pointed at Belle’s little wardrobe incident. She grinned, corrected it and merely asked how long it had been like that, unfazed.”Just eryaman escort happened before you stood up, I’m the only one who saw.”But a rustle in the bushes let me think it might not be the case. I looked around, but saw no one.Belle drank a bit of water while I placed the mat back into the backpack, I packed the bottle once she was done. And we resumed running, completing the lap around the park. As we reached the entrance, I asked her if she wanted to go back the way we came or if she felt okay going through a slightly longer route, along the canal. I didn’t mind the extra distance myself, since I made a break on the bench. She agreed to go the longer way.As we were running along the canal, Belle commented on how calmer and less frequented this way was. I misunderstood her meaning.”If you want we can run both ways through here next time…”She giggled. “Look at me, silly!”I turned my head. She’d lifted her top and her boobs were swinging around freely with each stride.”Calmer it is, and the view’s much better too!””Not gonna last long though, running without any support quickly hurts!”As we passed under a bridge, I told her to stop. I grabbed my phone from the backpack and took a few pics of her exposing her tits along the canal. She then put her bra back in place, and we ran back home.The package with her new outfits came in the next day. Belle tried on the black outfit, the lace down the middle of the bra made her cleavage simply breathtaking, and her butt greatly enhanced these shorts, they looked even better on her than they had on the model in my opinion. She checked herself in the mirror.”A bit risqué huh? Well, I will wear it on our runs, but it’ll have to wait till it gets hotter outside…””While you’re wearing this, it’ll always be ‘hotter’, wherever you are.”She took the bra off and threw it at me, giggling. “You shameless flirt!”She looked at the tank top, and giggled when she read the front print. She tried it on and looked at herself sideways in the mirror.”I think I know exactly why you picked this one. But I’m not going to run with this, my boobs would hurt after merely fifty strides.”I smiled, “I knew that, but I thought that, maybe, we could walk to the park once in a while… I wouldn’t mind seeing you do your routine wearing this.”Before I could finish my sentence, she’d started doing a few of her usual yoga poses in front of the mirror, her nipples becoming visible quite often. She grinned.”Well, maybe… If I get those ‘loyal spectators’ you promised, I might reward them by wearing this.”I mockingly pouted, pretending to be offended she wouldn’t do it just for me. She removed the tank top and playfully threw it in my face.”Of course, I’ll do it even if it’s just for you,” she said, giggling.The next few days went almost the same way as the first. Most of the times, Belle’s routine attracted a few spectators, who watched in silence and left as soon as she was done. On the way back, we went along the canal, she flashed me under the bridge, sometimes her boobs, others her ass. I took a few pictures of her exposing her ass the first time she did. The next times she flashed me, I just kissed her on the exposed part before we resumed our run.There was a concrete bench under the bridge, and one day I asked her to get naked and lie in a sexy pose on the bench. She agreed, I took a few pictures, she put her outfit back on, and we ran back home. Another time, as we reached the bench under the bridge, Belle walked up to it, bent over and pulled her pants and thong down, revealing that she’d been running and doing her routine while wearing her buttplug. I took a few pics.”I wanted to see if it would feel good, but it’s actually quite a nuisance”, she said before pulling it out, pulling her pants up, rolling the buttplug in a tissue and placing it in the backpack.

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