Was the thing to do back in the early seventies part 1 of 2

Was the thing to do back in the early seventies part 1 of 2

Ross looked at his watch for the - well, he forgot how many times he had checked the time. Helen was late - again. He thought someone in her line of work would pay a lot more attention to time. Time and timing to news people were usually everything. This was getting to be an annoying habit. She was fun, completely unpredictable, totally passionate in bed, and had no idea how to tell time - he was sure of that! Finally, a good ten minutes later, making her well over an hour late, after she had promised to be on time, the doorbell rang.

"Hi!" she said when the door opened. "Sorry, I'm late. I don't have a really good excuse, I just well, - ran late."

"Okay, well, come on in here." He was about to ask her where she would like to go to dinner and had a few nice places in mind when she cut him off.

"Are you up for some fun tonight?" she asked quickly, with a mischievous grin.

"Sure, but I'm afraid to ask what that might mean tonight." Helen had a bit of a history with Ross for doing some crazy things. Some had been in the privacy of her home, but others had been risqué‚ and out in public. Lord only knew what she had in mind tonight, but it was not going to be a dull night - and dinner was going to have to wait if there was going to be any dinner at all.

"How about a little streaking?"

"Streaking is fine, depending on just where you had in mind." Oh Lord, here it comes he thought. He just hoped that she would not talk him into something that would end up with him explaining it to a judge.

"Well, if you'll do it, you can have me any way you want me."

It was going to be bad; he just knew it. "Sounds nice, and I can think of a few ways to give it to you, but the question remains, just where did you have in mind running around naked." Somehow, he just knew it was not going to be in a very secluded place.

"Nothing really dangerous or anything," she said with an impish grin.

"Just around a few of the buildings right here will do - just a little streak. It is Saturday night and there ought to be a few people who will see us. You know I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, and it really gets me hot to have people see me naked."

Yes, it got her hot all right. She had done this streaking thing once before and was about a raging nympho' after it. It had been in broad daylight in Cheeseman Park in Denver, and about fifty people had seen her - talk about a standing ovation! Fortunately, she did not get caught, and he did not have to do it with her to enjoy her after it. "Just across the commons, hang a right, around the other set of condos, down the sidewalk on THIS side of the street, hand another right down the front of this building, and in the front door - right?" he asked. Concisely, it would be around about a building and a half, and probably not enough for her.

"Yup, that's about it."

It was the "about" part that bothered him. "Okay, I guess. I take it I have to streak with you tonight?"

"YES! And I promise to be even hotter than the last time I did it when we get back here."

Ross did not know if that was possible. "Okay, let's get undressed," he said as he removed his shirt.

The two stripped quickly, and Ross was starting to get a nice hard-on looking at her trim body. She had nice boobs, a great ass, and had trimmed her little tuft of pubic hair so that there was little of it left on her mound. She had done a pro-shave, meaning that underneath she was clean-shaven, and just had that little tuft of hair on her mound left. That alone got him hot for her. But, that runner's body of hers was his dream, and those legs of hers, long lean, and powerful! Helen was a runner and jogged several miles a day most days of the week.

It also helped her stay alive. There are times when it might come in very handy. Ross, on the other hand, was good for a few blocks and that was about it. It was not that he was out of shape, he just was not a runner. If she pulled any stunts tonight, he was going to be in trouble in a hurry.

Helen took the Scrunchie off her wrist and quickly put her hair up in a ponytail. "You ready?" she asked, now naked save her runner's shoes and sounding a little anxious to get going.

"About as ready as ever," he replied nervously. Somehow, this did not strike him as all that great an idea. She was prone to impulsive actions, and he had a feeling that she was not going to stick to the plan. This streak amounted to little more than running around two buildings late in the evening.

"Then let's go!" Helen threw open the sliding glass door and took off across the commons area of the townhouses, not waiting for Ross.
Ross stepped out, closed the door behind him, and took off in hot pursuit. A very naked Helen sprinted across the commons and turned right at the end of the other building. The commons, while lit up at night had never seemed so well lit. He felt like he was in the spotlight as he chased after her. So far, she had stuck to the plan, but there was a long way to go yet.

So far Helen had not seen a soul and was not sure anyone had seen him or her. There was not going to be much point in this if no one saw them. Running around naked, outdoors, required being seen if it was going to be any fun at all. This late in the evening was just a little too late for this sort of thing. Sticking to the agreed course, she rounded the other building and took off down the sidewalk at a rather good clip. She could go faster but wanted to save some speed and energy in case she needed it for an escape. When streaking, you must be prepared for the unexpected. Most people, especially men, appreciated seeing a female streaker. It was the pervs that worried her.

Ross was feeling a little better about this. So far, Helen was adhering to the plan; they had gone across the commons, around the end of the other building, and were going down the street to the intersection where she was supposed to go right again and back to his front door - which he had made sure was unlocked before they left. He was not really looking for other people who might see them as much as he was enjoying the view of little naked Helen running ahead of him wearing only her running shoes; she was a sight! That ass, those legs, he was going to enjoy her when they got inside again, and they were about to hit the home stretch - all she had to do was turn the corner.

Turn the corner Helen, he thought as he ran after her, just turn the fuckin' corner.

Helen got to the intersection well ahead of Ross. She slowed and looked around. "Yikes!" she yelled, pointing down the street toward Ross's condo. "There's a cop car down there!" With that, she took off across the street and continued down the next block.

Ross did not know if there was a cop or not, but he ran faster to catch up. He suspected that this was a ruse on her part as he was quite sure no one had seen them yet. He did not bother to check for cops, he just crossed the intersection hot on her heels. By continuing down this next block, she was headed right for Sheridan Boulevard, and she was sure as hell going to be seen by quite a few drivers there! The only saving grace was the end of the block that bordered Sheridan was a short block and they could be back on a side street in just a matter of seconds. At least that is all he hoped they would be out there!

Helen did not even slow down at the corner this time. She turned right and gave it about all she had while she was on Sheridan. This time there was little doubt she was seen. Several cars honked their horns, there was the screech of tires as a few drivers slammed on the brakes, and there were a few wolf-whistles. She just waved, grinned, and ran like the wind.

Ross ran for all he was worth now and was tiring fast. He could not catch up with Helen, but he was trying. All he really wanted now was the two of them off Sheridan. Much to his relief, she did turn right at the corner, heading back towards his place. Well, she had wanted to be seen, and she sure as hell was. Just as he turned the corner to head for home, he heard the screech of tires on the pavement followed by the expensive-sounding crunch of one car hitting another. If there were not a cop around now, there would be soon.

He hoped no one got hurt, but he was not going back to find out either.

At the next corner, Helen crossed the street, turned right, and ran up the sidewalk to Ross's front door. Rather than going straight in, she waited there outside, showing off for the few seconds it took him to get there.

"Damn, that was close!" Ross said, now out of breath and sweating profusely.

"Oh, I don’t know. We did not come close to getting caught," Helen said, with a laugh. She was breathing hard herself. Only now, did she open the door and casually walk into the townhouse.

Ross was not so sure of that. He followed her in and glanced up and down the street before closing the door - no cops and no one outside.

Considering the wreck, they had just caused, this was a good thing. "I loved watching you run like that, nude and all," he said.

"I noticed you weren't ahead of me."

Yea, I could not catch you, and you knew it, he thought. "I was covering your rear."

"Yea, - with your eyes! Now," she said taking his hand and leading him into the front room, "I want you."

"Right here in the front room? You do not want a shower or anything first?" They were both damp with perspiration and still breathing hard.

"NO! I want you to take me right now - on the carpet - right here, just the way we are. I am so hot. I want it right now," she said pulling him to her and wrapping her arms around his neck. "Have me anyway you want, tie me up, in my ass, whatever you want, just get me off. I want your thingy inside me!"

Cocks were thingies to Helen. Women had pussies and men had thingies, never cock, dicks, or penises, . . . thingies. Well, whatever she wanted to call it, she was about to get his. "You were a bad girl out there," he said as his hand landed smartly on her ass. He held it there and massaged it a little as his other hand, in the middle of her back, held her tightly to him.

"Just a little bad?" she said softly in his ear.

His hand left her ass and came back a little harder this time, and again he massaged her ass cheek where it landed. "More than just a little."

"Mumm -" she murmured as she pressed herself closer to him. " Really naughty huh?"

Now he gave her ass two firm swats, making a distinct spanking sound as the flat of his palm contacted her firm ass cheeks. Only after the second one did he massage the sting away. "Yes, you were one naughty girl out there." He kissed the side of her face.

"I'm getting so wet, so ready," she whispered.

His hand firmly landed on the other ass cheek this time, and then massaged it. "You don't sound too repentant," he whispered in her ear.

"Oh, but I am, I really am," she said softly, nearly melting in his arms.

Two more firm swats landed on her ass, followed by a careful massage of her firm runner's ass. "You caused a wreck out there."

"I couldn't help it, really I couldn't."

A couple more firm swats landed on her ass, followed by a loving gentle massage of her stinging butt.

"I need you so bad," she whispered in his ear.

Another firm swat. "How bad?"

"Really bad. I could come so easily. Take me, - please? I need your thingy in me so bad."

To be continued