The slightest breeze

[Ti****]

U feel the lace of your dress dance around ur feet as the breeze comes across the trail. I slide my fingers up ur thighs, letting the sun kiss ur skin. The texture of my hands is slightly rough, yet soft. The thought of feeling free out here on the trail with no one around stirs wild thoughts of my fingers running up ur thighs to your wetting mound and soaking your lace. All the while, I work to untie the straps to free your nipples from their covered hiding place. The mere thought of someone walking up on the trail now scares u into an excited frenzy. As we are out in the open with only the brush to hide in. What if someone comes by.......