It’s a gorgeous day in the mountains of Northern Idaho. She’s on the Silver Lake trail, an older, lesser used trail, and she rarely encounters anyone here.

She loves her section of forest. It’s mostly varieties of pine and spruces, with the occasional cottonwood, aspen, and birch.

As a Park Ranger, she hikes the trails, looking for sections that need repair and maintenance. Occasionally she’ll help an inexperienced hiker, but most of her time is spent alone in the forest.

She keeps her trails well maintained for the visitors, but the Silver Lake trail she maintains for herself. Because it’s so infrequently hiked, she uses it to trail run. Her secret, that no one else knows, is that she likes to run naked. There’s nothing better to her than getting a good run along the trail with the wind brushing along her skin. Her only concession to practicality are her trusty running shoes.

Today is a running day. She strips her ranger uniform off, laces up and heads down the trail–destination, Silver Lake. It’s a warm summer day, the sun shining in a clear blue sky. Being a weekday, the casual hikers are at work, leaving her alone in the woods.

The sun warms her skin as she runs.

The trail is 5 miles long and she can run it in 40 minutes. She’s run it many times and knows every twist and turn of the trail. In and out of tree cover, along the side of the mountain, where the trees clear and you can see the rest of the valley. Back under the canopy, the shade provides some respite from the heat of summer.

Three miles along the trail, she sees someone, a man, ahead on the trail. She slows to get a look at him. He’s tall and thin, wearing running gear sitting on a fallen log by the side of the trail. She approaches him and stops several feet away.

He hears her approaching, and looks up to see a tall, leggy goddess coming toward him. She’s an obvious runner, thin and trim. Her blonde hair is loosely tied back. Her breasts are small, with nipples that jut out. Her belly is carved, showing well-defined abs. She has bushy pubic hair, slightly darker than on her head, and her long legs show her runner’s physique. The only thing she’s wearing are running shoes. Her all-over tan is golden on her skin.

“Hi there. I didn’t expect to see anyone out here today.” She smiled at him.

She was self-assured and didn’t seem to mind being naked around him.

“Hello. Wow, I did not expect this when I came out today. You look amazing.” He tried not to stare at her, focusing on her face, but it was difficult not to roam over her body with his gaze.

“Neither did I. This trail is usually pretty quiet, especially when the weekend warriors aren’t out and about. I’m Gigi.” She grinned, watching him struggle not to look at her naked body. It was nice that he didn’t leer like many would have.

“Nice to meet you Gigi, I’m Tom. I was looking on the map for an out of the way trail, away from the normal traffic. Looks like I found what I was looking for.” He looked down at her nipples sticking out from her small breasts. He could look at them all day, and wondered how they’d feel in his mouth.

“This is a good trail. It’s about 5 miles from the head to the lake. I trail run out here whenever I have spare time that I can get away.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m a Park Ranger here. I maintain these trails.”

“That’s a nice perk. If you don’t mind my asking, do you run naked a lot?”

“Oh yeah, whenever I can. It’s very freeing. I love feeling the sun and wind on my body as I run. You should try it.” She put her hands on her hips.

“Ha, that might be a little uncomfortable for me.” He glanced down at his shorts.

“Ha ha. Yeah, you have to be careful.” Gigi smiled. Her glance worked its way to his shorts. She looked him over. He looked like a runner. His spandex running shorts showed off his lean muscular legs, and couldn’t hide his growing excitement. She licked her lips.

“Hmph. You said this trail leads to a lake?”

“Yep, Silver Lake. It’s about 2 miles down at the end of the trail. It’s a great spot for ... swimming and stuff.”

“Hey Tom, you up for a run? I was on my way to the lake. If you think you can keep up, it’s a good run.” She spent a lot of time alone as a ranger, and the company of others wasn’t a frequent thing for her, but even loners need human contact from time to time. She liked the look of him, and spending time with another runner would be a good way to kill some time.

“Sounds good, I’d love to stretch my legs.”

“Great! Catch me if you can.” She bounded down the trail. The sound of her laughing teased him.

“Oh shit, that little minx.” Tom scrambled to chase her. He was a seasoned runner, but she had a good lead on him already.

He watched her body as he followed. She was glorious. Firm and fit, she ran along the trail. He couldn’t help but watch her bouncing butt as she ran ahead of him. It was entrancing.

Gigi listened as he followed behind. She could run the trail at a good pace, but slowed for him, not wanting to leave him in her dust.

At turns in the trail, she slowed her pace, allowing him to nearly catch her before speeding off on straight sections. She was enjoying the chase, and knew how to lead him on. She knew the trail like the back of her hand.

He pursued her. He would get tantalizingly close to her, then she’d speed off. All through the chase, he kept his eye on her firm buttocks. The muscles in her back flexed and contracted as she navigated the trail. She was a fine runner, and he was enjoying watching her body as she excelled at her craft.

She led him down the trail. When there was half a mile left, there was a long stretch where she could open up. She had kick left and used it to pull away from him. The trail led to a meadow where she surged ahead, leaving him far behind.

She sped ahead of him, and there wasn’t a chance that he’d catch up to her now. He continued toward the lake where she had disappeared back into the woods. Tom crossed the meadow but couldn’t catch sight of her. She was too far ahead.

He ran the rest of the trail until the trees opened to a clearing and a small sandy beach at the edge of a pristine mountain lake. He stopped at the edge to catch his breath. Bent over, hand on his knees, he took deep breaths.

After a few minutes, he heard a whistle. He looked around to see where she was. Off to the side of the beach, a pair of shoes were tossed on the ground. He looked up to look for her. Another whistle called out.

She was neck deep in the lake, hair slicked back. The cool mountain lake had refreshed her from her vigorous tease and run.