Author: Pink
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Summary: A couple of kids take Jenny's Clothes while she Skinnydips
It was a golden summer day. Late July, the farmland of northern Illinois. A thick white haze brought humidity to the fields of ripening corn. A warm breeze stirred the air, but provided no relief. Jenny shaded her eyes, straining to make out any vehicles on county road 25N in the distance.
Cicadas were abundant this year, and their continuous mating hiss was almost deafening. Butterflies and sparrows flitted through the licac bushes that marked the edge of the yard.
Jenny was very impatient. Her husband had brought her to this rented farmhouse for the summer, to make their stay more relaxing during his temporary assignment in Milwaukee. But during the last two days had been working with designers at the contractor's office in Chicago, and she was alone.
The heat, humidity, and boredom finally got to her. She walked barefoot back to the house, filled a large thermos with ice lemonade, grabbed a magnetic compass, a large white towel, donned sunglasses, then walked to the edge of the cornfield. Her yellow flowered sundress rippled lightly in the breeze, and allowed air to move next to her skin, removing some of the ever-present perspiration. The noon sun glinted off her shoulder-length blonde hair.
Her recollection of the maps they unrolled at the real estate office, was that a creek and lake lay to the north, beyond the field. The image drew her boldly through the chest-high corn, checking the compass, stepping lightly across the deep furrows in the rich black soil. The soles of her bare feet were soon black, but she didn't care-there was noone to see.
This was a bit out of character for her. At their permanent home in the suburbs of Atlanta, Jenny never took long walks. Their conservative community was white-collar, their home was filled with antique cherry, and she was used to air conditioning. Today, she felt far away from all that, anxious to let go, surrounded by unheard-of privacy.
Her passage surpised an occasional large crow, and she stepped across what looked like deer tracks. She was perspiring heavily, and felt dirty from all the dust.
Suddenly, with a splash of blue, the corn opened out to a sloping shoreline of neck-high reeds, ending in an idyllic farmpond.
Feeling like a girl again, she ran down to the water, crashing through the reeds, flushing out three large quail, which soared away with an incredible, beating racket. With great relief, Jenny unzipped the side of her sundress, dropping it to the dried grass at the water's edge next to the compass, thermos and towel.
Reaching behind, she unclasped her bright white, lacy brassiere, and let it fall off her shoulders, releasing her large breasts, which jiggled a bit. The sun reflected off their golden upper surfaces, and shadow distinctly outlined their curved undersides.
Hooking her thumbs in her white cotton panties, she slipped them down, lifting each foot in turn to drop them in the grass. The curled hairs of her blond bush vibrated a bit in the wind. Her round, naked asscheeks, though well-muscled, jiggled as she stretched.
A large smile spread over her freckled cheeks as Jenny drank in the sun, the breeze, the erotic feel of air moving over her golden, naked torso. Grabbing a small bar of soap, she carefully picked her way down to the water's edge. Her pretty little foot reached out, the big toe lightly touching the surface. It was just right! Eagerly, she stepped out, moving across the mucky bottom, the water slowly inching up past her ankles, knees, hips, chest. Finally, she splashed forward, beating the water with her long, shapely legs, turning over and lazily treading on her back, gazing up at the cloudless hazy sky. Her rouge-colored nipples, now hard, poked up through the water surface.
Jenny went back to shallow water, stood up, and worked up a luxurious white lather over her whole body, moving her hands all over herself, cleaning away a day of grime and sweat. Then, she tossed the soap to the shore, and submerged, rinsing. Again floating, treading, her thick black eyelashes shut, Zen-like meditation calmed her.....
Suddenly, her eyes opened with a start!
"You can't swim here, lady!!" - the voice of a boy. A small splash as she swirled around. Two youngsters stood on the shoreline, where she had entered. Each boy - perhaps 14 years old, held a shotgun, wore a large straw hat, messy t-shirt, cut-off shorts.
"Paw says people like you mess up our quail huntin' with all your racket. This here's a private pond!"
"I, I, I'm very sorry, young man. Please forgive me. I, I had no idea. I'll leave immediately!"
"Not until you show us your birthday suit - stand up, lady!" one of them yelled, waving his shotgun.
"Yeah, do it!" the other agreed, motioning with his hand.
Desperate and extremely redfaced, Jenny slowly rose, keeping hands over strategic spots....
The two boys laughed loudly, pointing at her.
Jenny then submerged again, lowering her chin down to the water surface. "Could you PLEASE throw me my clothes now?" she pleaded.
She heard giggling from the two, who were now kneeling, picking up her compass, thermos, towel, white undergarments and yellow sundress. With relief, she saw them roll up the clothes. Then, with horror, she saw them turn away and begin to walk up the hill.
"Hey, come back - MY CLOTHES!" she screamed, frantic.
"They'll just be your fee for using our pond, lady!" one of them chided, the other laughing boisterously. They hurried up through the grass, and disappeared. All that was left was the hissing of the cicada...
Half an hour later, Jenny was creeping down the side of the county road. Her knees and waist were bent, and the soles of her feet were once again dirty. She kept one arm over her ample breasts, and one crossing her crotch, except when clearing away the tall weeds through which she was moving. Occasionally, a pickup roared by, the driver oblivious to her partially-hidden, naked spectacle, trailing a cloud of dust which then blew across the adjacent field.
Jenny felt vulnerable, angry, frightened, yet very aroused in spite of herself.
She thought of waiting until dusk, but knew she couldn't find her way back at night. It was difficult enough to do it in daylight without the compass, having to follow the road.
Finally, she reached the long gravel driveway which connected the road to their farmhouse. Jenny broke into a run, her 38CC breasts bouncing wildly as she pounded down the road. As she rounded the last turn, passed the outer rim of lilac bushes, she broke into a yard full of her husband's new business associates, splayed out on deck chairs, swigging cool drinks.
Jenny's face was red as a beet, and the blond hairs on her naked back stood on end. Feeling every eye on her birthday suit, she rushed through them to the door, eliciting hoots and laughs. She zipped past her husband, slammed the bedroom door closed, and stood, shaking, realizing that she had never been so embarrassed, - or aroused!