It was a beautiful afternoon and Jenny found herself alone as Katy had gone off to visit a relative. They had booked a lovely cottage in the Yorkshire Dales, just the week before returning to school for the new year. It had been a fairly wet August and today had been the first warm sunny day for a wile now. Katy decided to go shopping in the small town about a mile away being somewhat lacking in a good sense of direction she had used the roads. Once there she found some lovely shops to browse, noting various items she thought her and Katy could come and buy later, when Katy returned with the car.
Following a nice lunch, and a wander about she decided to head home. In one of the shops she had spoken to the sales assistant, who had told her of a marvellous route back to the cottage over a lovely hillside path. Despite her insistence that she would get lost the assistant had convinced her that it would be easy to find her way back as the path was "clearly set out with flagstones." This had convinced her and she set off. The assistant had said that there were a number of narrow gates to go through, designed to stop the many sheep wandering off. But Jenny, being slim, would find no problem with this. Thus minded, Jenny set off.
The afternoon was now becoming a glorious summer evening as she headed off through the first gate. This was not particularly narrow, perhaps the assistant had a different idea of 'narrow' -- she was a size or two larger than Jenny. But unfortunately, it was slippery. As she stepped through Jenny lost her footing on the smooth stone surface and stumbled. Unfortunately there was a small stream running just inside the gate and Jenny landed on her backside right in the middle of it, soaking her skirt through.
"Bugger it!" She said, clambering up. She walked a bit further but the skirt was clinging to her and rubbing against her soft thighs. She looked about her and could see no-one. Jenny decided that she would slip the skirt off and hang it on her small backpack, so it would dry. Her blouse was long enough to hide her panties and it was warm enough. If anyone did come along it would just look like she was wearing a short summer dress. Thus attired she set off across the enclosure towards the next gate.
When she arrived at the next gate she now understood the reference to them being narrow. The only way she could traverse it would be to turn sideways. She did so and just about managed it, with the backpack just catching on the flagstones as she did. She slipped down the far side and set off across the next enclosure. This time it was a steeper climb up towards her destination. She put her best foot forward and strode out. The sky had clouded a little more an a breeze had sprung up. She was now starting to regret both her choice of blouse (a thin white cotton lace number) and her decision not to wear a bra. Her nipples stiffened against the material and she gave an involuntary shiver.
At the next gate she stepped up on the flagstones and push the gate aside. As she moved through she let the gate go and the spring that held it shut caused it to fling back and hit her on the behind. As it did the thin side of her panties caught on a loose part of the gate. As she stepped forward she felt as much as heard the material snag and rip. Her hand moved quickly to her hip only to find nothing but her own skin where the side had been.
"Oh, fuck!" She exclaimed, "What the hell?". Looking about she saw she was still alone. She tried to walk a little further, clutching at the material, but it was no good. There was nothing for it, the blouse was long enough, no one could tell, on the remote chance that she did see someone else. Reluctantly she slipped the one good side down her leg, over her foot and, in a huff, flung the useless rag on the floor. The blouse did cover her -- just. The tail was level with the bottom of her cheeks and, with luck (and a kind breeze) no one could tell. The front was equally just as modest as the back, just covering her pussy. Again, as long as the wind did not pick up she should be OK. The sides were a different story. After just a few steps it became obvious that anyone could see that she was naked underneath her 'dress skirt'. The slits either side of it ran up well above her hips. The slight breeze a constant reminder of her state of undress. Still she had her skirt - of course, silly thing. She slipped off her backpack to retrieve her skirt. As she swung the backpack around there it was. Or rather wasn't. There was no sign of her skirt.
"What the actually fuck?" She found herself saying out loud. Where had it gone? She looked about her and then it dawned on her. The first narrow gate when her backpack had caught on the wall. "It must have been pulled off," she thought to herself. Jenny pondered about going back for it for a moment. But as she looked back she saw two guys sitting a couple of fields behind her, they seemed to be taking a break, sitting eating. There was no way she was going to head there and risk them seeing her as she was. The skirt could wait. They must have seen it? They would know she had been walking around minus her skirt and their attention would be drawn to her current attire. Surely then they would notice the lack of other items. No, she would press on.
Jenny felt so stupid. Why had she not gone back via the roads? Why did these things always happen to her? She would just have to press on though. At least she still had the blouse, short and flimsy though it was. The breeze flowed through the material as if to highlight even more how thin the garment was. Her nipples stiffened at the cool air. "Oh, no! Not now, not again!" Jenny felt the moisture that had suddenly started moving from between her pussy lips. She was getting turned on. "Just like before!"
Jenny started walking again. Every step made her nipples move against her blouse. Ever time her legs moved her pussy lips rubbed together. Without a conscious thought she mover her fingers between her legs, she was dripping. Her index finger slipped a little too far between her lips and brushed her clit sending a shiver through her body. It was only the sudden realisation that she had come to another gate that brought her back to reality. She carefully climbed up the stone steps, opened the gate and stepped through gingerly. She ever so gently closed it behind her and stepped delicately down. For a brief second she froze as a gust of air lifted the blouse up over her waist. Her pert bottom and shaved pussy were all so briefly exposed to the world, well the few cattle that were in this particular enclosure. It wasn't until she was about three-quarters of the way across the field that it dawned on her that not all of these cows possessed udders. One of them was distinctly lacking in that biological matter.
It was as if the bull had suddenly noticed Jenny at the same moment. With a snort and a hoofing of the ground the bull moved towards Jenny, picking up speed. Jenny quickly worked out that the gate was too far away. However, there was a break in the wall where some shrubs had grown. She could make these. Running as fast as she could, her blouse flying everywhere exposing her naked lower body, she sprinted to the bushes, diving through at the last minute. The bull coming to a halt staring at her through the bushes. Jenny looked across and cursed. Not at the bull, but at the sight of the remains of her blouse ripped to shreds and hanging from the bush. She was crouched down in a field, in broad daylight, as naked as the day she was born.
