A run in the woods
I stepped off the pavement onto the path that led into the trees.  In the day it was a popular route for joggers and cyclists, and I’d run along it enough to know it well, but I’d also explored it a few times at this time of night and never seen anyone else along it – it was unlit and unpaved, not somewhere to go unless you wanted privacy.
Clicking on the small headlamp I wore, I started along the path.  I didn’t need the lamp so much, here at the edge where the trees were thin – my night vision was good – but I’d need it further in.  The focused cone illuminated the path ahead of me as I walked away from the road and around the first bend in the path until the glow of the street lamps was mostly screened by foliage.
I found the tree that I’d noticed on earlier walks, it had grown twisted and stood out from all the trees around it.  It would be easy to climb, and I’d not have any trouble finding it again, even at night.  I dropped the empty holdall I’d brought with me on the ground at my feet, and unzipped it. Then listened hard, flicking my ears back and forth: a distant car, the breeze in the branches, a small animal… nothing else, nothing that I could make out of the rapid beating of my own heart.  Was I really going to do this?  I’d done it before… on camping trips and hikes, but never so close to town.  My breath caught in my throat.  Yes...yes, I needed this.
In one swift movement, I pulled off my T-shirt, and dropped it into the bag.  I hadn’t bothered with a bra – not that I ever did if I could help it – and couldn’t contain a gasp as the cool night breeze blew across my chest.  I’d thought my nipples were already hard, but they grew firmer still, sending tingles of excitement down into my stomach.  I tweaked them gently, pulling on my silver bar piercings, and moaned as the tingles briefly flared into a bolt of pleasure running through me.
I unfastened my shorts, and slid them down together with the boxer briefs I wore underneath, first over my tail, down my legs, and then – balancing first on one leg then the other, carefully pulling them over my trainers.  I wished I could go barefoot but a lot of people used this path, and people were careless with their rubbish.
Crouched, I put my shorts and boxers into my bag, and then stood, stretching, revelling in the feeling of the night air on my body.  I glanced down at myself, my white fur glowing in the LED light from the lamp, and then picked up the bag and zipped it closed.  I stepped over to the tree, and reached up to the lowest branch. I stepped up onto a knotted protrusion on the trunk, using the branch to steady myself, and swung the bag up into a fork in the lower branches.  I wrapped the strap loosely around the branch, and tugged to make sure the bag was secure.  It was.  Up there, even if someone did pass by, they certainly wouldn’t see it, unless they knew to look, but I could get it back down easily.
Hopping back down to the ground, I brushed loose flakes of bark from my fur where I’d pressed against the tree trunk.  I turned, and stepped back onto the path.  I took a few deep breaths, trying to slow my pulse.  To be naked here, where I could still glimpse the lights from the road if I turned my head, where anyone catching me might be the guy from the coffee shop or the woman I saw while jogging every morning…  It was terrifying.  It was thrilling. It was turning me on, and I could feel a growing warmth between my legs.   
I shook out my arms, legs and tail, taking deep breaths, trying to release some of the tension building inside of me, then started to run.  I wasn’t going fast, but with only a small section of the path in front of me lit by my lamp, and the shadows of the trees above and around me, running, naked and vulnerable, it felt like a headlong dash into the dark.
The path forked up ahead, and I took the left.  It would loop round and bring me back down the other fork in less than two miles.  The plan had been simple:  come out here, strip off, go for a run, get dressed and jog home again: refreshed and relaxed by getting closer to nature, fortifying me against the days ahead before I could go for a proper sojourn out in the wilds.  What I hadn’t anticipated was how much my proximity to town would change.  Getting naked out in the great outdoors had always had an edge of naughtiness but was as much about freedom, comfort and enjoyment as anything.  Here, the added illicit thrill meant that my body was heating up in ways that had nothing to do with the exertion, the thrill and the fact that I’d been single for too long…
I stopped as I ran into a clearing amongst the trees.  In the day, it was a spot for runners to catch and stretch out a bit, or for walkers to break for lunch, with a few old benches scattered about.  In the night, the pale light of the moon limned everything in silver, and it was just what I needed: somewhere to stop, to release some of this tension, and clear my head enough to finish my walk.
The moonlight was enough for me to see by, so I turned off my headlamp as I walked over a bench underneath a tree at the edge of the clearing.  I sat with my knees spread, letting the breeze play over my pussy.  I ran my hands through my chest-fur, squeezing the small mounds of my breasts hard, before pinching and pulling on my swollen nipples.  I moaned quietly as pleasure sparked from them ran through me to join the fire growing in my groin.  Lifting one foot onto the edge of the bench, I spread myself wide open, and let one hand trail down my front to my groin.  I was already more than wet, and quickly got wetter as I found my clit and circled it with my fingers.  As my fingers slid down between my labia and coated themselves in my juices, I moaned again, unable to contain the pleasure building within me.
One hand worked below, as the other teased at my chest, and the burning pleasure inside me was building to an inferno of orgasmic energy, when something cut through my distraction.  Voices.  I pulled my fingers away from my pussy, and my head snapped up, my ears flickering back and forth as I tried to locate the sound.  Two voices.  Footsteps.  Getting closer.  Shit.  Shitshitshit.  I could run for it, but I couldn’t tell which way they were coming from – I was as likely to run into them as away.  Into the woods, off the path?  Maybe – but then I might get really lost.  I like to think I considered options rationally, but in truth I just took the first plausible option that came to mind – up.  
I practically levitated up the tree behind the bench – the sort of manoeuvrer that’s only possible when panic floods you with adrenaline – push off the top of the bench, grab a branch, pull yourself up, and then up higher, to the tallest branch that doesn’t bend under your weight.  Then cling to it, legs and arms wrapped around it, tail coiled round the branch above, hoping that the leaves will hide you.  Sadly, the leaf cover wasn’t as full as it could be... From my new vantage point I could see the clearing well – anyone shining a torch up into the tree would see me without difficulty – but what is it they say?  ‘No-one ever looks up?’  That’s what I was gambling my dignity on.
The source of the voices came into view, as I tried to slow my breathing so they wouldn’t hear me.  A couple, a guy and a girl.  Felines, panthers maybe.  Holding hands, each with a torch in their outside hands.  Chatting away, as if they didn’t have a care in the world.  Maybe they didn’t – I was the one in this clearing with a definite problem.
And as they strolled along the path through the clearing, a new problem started to press on me.  I was stable enough in my perch, that was fine.  But I’d been more than a little worked up when I go up here, and while the immediate panic had banished it, I was now becoming very aware that my chest and my crotch were rubbing against the rough bark of the branch I was wrapped around.  It was uncomfortable but also really quite stimulating. 
A gust of wind blew through the leaves making me shiver, and then shiver again for entirely different reasons, as that small motion rubbed my clitoris against a nubbin on the branch that some trickster spirit seemed to have put there just to enhance my predicament.   It was fine. I could do this: hang on for the thirty seconds until they’d walked through, get down, frig myself to the orgasm I desperately needed, run back to my clothes…  Easy.  Eas… They stopped walking.  They stopped in the middle of the fucking clearing.  They were kissing in the moonlight.  It was undoubtedly very romantic, but they were killing me here.
The tree shook again in the breeze, and I shook with it, the branch sliding between my legs, and I bit my lip to keep in a whimper of purest pleasure.  My hips had developed a mind of their own, and no matter how bad an idea it was, I couldn’t stop myself from grinding subtly against the bark.  I stuffed a knuckle in my mouth to stifle a moan that I couldn’t keep inside.
The girl’s ear twitched, and she broke off the kiss.  “Did you hear something?”  The guy looked around,  “Probably just a bird or something.  Come on.”  They turned and carried on their way, out of the clearing, as I clung to the branch that was the source of my ecstatic agony.  
As soon as they were gone and I was fairly sure they’d be out of earshot, I dropped out of the tree, and back onto the bench.  Two fingers of one hand rubbing fiercely over my abused clit, and two of the other sliding into the wetness of my vagina, I went after my delayed orgasm with a passion I’ve rarely equalled.  They say that good things come to those who wait, and when at last I came, it was like fireworks going off throughout my body.  No matter how far they’d got down the path, that couple probably heard me.  Hopefully, they still thought it was a bird – in any event, they didn’t come back to check.
Once I’d caught my breath, I got back on the path.  I couldn’t finish the loop – they’d come from the same direction I had, and I didn’t want to risk catching up to them, but if I ran back the other way, I’d probably beat them to the junction with time to spare.  I set off running, faster than I’d come, taking risks with the darkness, but they paid off, and I’d seen no more of the couple by the time I’d retrieved my clothes, dressed and headed back to the road.
As I walked back along the road towards town, I played back the night’s experiences in my mind.  So it hadn’t gone to plan… but I was totally going to do this again.