Claire glanced around her, making sure she was alone before she started undressing.
It was midnight, and the first chance she'd had to get to the park all day. A long day at work, with a huge project, had required overtime. After work was done, she had gone out to dinner, then to a club.
Nothing much had happened at the club, and she had left there ten minutes ago and come to her favorite park. Now, she stood on the jogging trail. Her body ached. She was thinking that a good run would stretch out body parts that had mostly been sitting in chairs all day. She also didn't want to wait any longer. Her home was twenty minutes the other direction. By the time she went home, changed into running clothes, and came back, it would be almost one in the morning. Too late.
Fortunately, the jogging trail was completely empty at midnight.
The emptiness of the jogging trail was fortunate because none of the clothes Claire was wearing were suitable for jogging in. Her blouse, skirt, stockings and heels might be okay for work, dinner, and the club, but they were completely unsuitable for vigorous exercise.
No one was around, however, and so no one saw her take off her clothes.
At least, she didn't think anyone was around.
When she was naked, Claire folded up her blouse, skirt, stockings, bra, panties, and shoes, and placed them next to her purse on a picnic table.
Then she stretched. When she was thoroughly stretched out, Claire started running.
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After a vigorous forty minute run, Claire, now covered in sweat and feeling tired, arrived back at the entrance to the trail. She went over to the picnic table where she had piled her clothes.
She realized someone had seen her.
Her clothes were gone.