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The hot asphalt delivered a painful jolt to the soles of Jennifer's feet that almost telepathically summoned her brain back into her body. "
What the hell....!?!?"
she thought, shaking off the cobwebs and emerging dumbfounded from her sex-coma. While not yet hot enough to blister her feet, the pavement had already become uncomfortable enough to clear the orgasm-induced haze from her mind and to jar her back into coherence.
She suddenly regained consciousness to find herself sashaying regally across Pedernales Falls Road like a peacock in all its glory, as though she would be
proud
for all of humanity to behold her in her current state: butt naked, a rivulet of semen running down her cheek and neck, upper thighs glistening with vaginal juices, and the smudged but still legible words "FREE BLOWJOBS" emblazoned across her abdomen in all caps.
Now that she had recovered her wits, however, she
didn't
want to be seen again, at least not now, not by anyone who hadn't already feasted their eyes on her nakedness.
The reality, she reminded herself, was that she could easily get herself arrested, publicly humiliated, and fined. If a child were to see her, she might even be jailed.
And what would she tell her mother?
Abruptly in touch with reality again, she covered her breasts with one hand and clutched her phone over her pussy as she hurried across the remainder of the road, broad-jumped the broken asphalt chunks that comprised the crumbling edge of this aging country byway, and scrambled on all fours up the rocky hill to the edge of the foliage beyond.
The sharp rocks proved even more unpleasant than the hot pavement had been, but she had lived in Texas long enough to know that this would soon change. In another hour or two the blazing sun would make all of the area's paved roads virtually impassable without shoes. But she would not have to worry about that again. Once "Buffy" located the next geocache, her feet would be covered for the remainder of this demented naked escapade.
She paused at the treeline only long enough to stand, turn, and wave a sheepish but cheery goodbye to Mark, the man to whom she had just provided an extended look at her ass and the backside of her furry beaver lips as she had climbed up the roadside embankment on her hands and feet. But that was okay with her. In fact, it was
more
than okay.
Impelled by the unseen force of nature that raged within her, she had lingered in her bent-over position a second longer than necessary to lengthen and deepen the experience for him. After all, she knew she would never see him again and couldn't resist giving him one last erotic image of her to remember, to long for, and to lust after.
While she had never been one to shave off all of her pubes, she had trimmed them neatly the previous evening in the secret longing that she might be spied by some lucky man (or men) in the park today. She stood on the crest of the embankment and turned to face him squarely. She dropped both hands to her sides to provide him an unobstructed view, all the while lying to herself that she wouldn't allow anyone else to see her this exposed again for the remainder of the day. In truth, though, she subconsciously knew that Mark would be just the first of many to ogle and crave her body today.
Almost hypnotized, the lucky man who had found her by chance stood transfixed in the parking lot as he watched his naked forest nymph vanish forever into the soft gray tissue of his memory.
Of course, Jennifer couldn't know that the fortunate man would spend the remainder of his life wondering if the morning's events had actually taken place, then assuring himself that they most certainly had and, finally, cursing himself for being too discombobulated by the stunning turn of events to take a few pictures of her when he'd had the chance. A thousand times during the next four or five decades he would close his eyes to relive those delectable minutes with the nude goddess whose real name he would never know. A dozen times he would return to this same spot to picture her naked where he had found her, entertaining faint hopes that he might encounter the couple who
had
photographed her. Perhaps, he thought, he might persuade them to email the proof to him.
Mark scolded himself for not at least video-recording her walk from his car to the treeline beyond the road. This would have bolstered his case before the host of jealous but skeptical men that he would later regale with his tall - but true - tale of a naked babe he'd found in the park, and whose pretty face he'd fucked only three minutes after meeting her.
"Talk about a scarlet letter!" he would often tell his disbelieving friends. "She had a dozen of them scrawled below her tits offering to suck the cock of any man lucky enough to stumble upon her in the wild!" No one would ever fully believe him, but he didn't care. He knew that he'd blown his load in the mouth of a sexy woman he'd found wandering the woods in the buff. If he'd had more self-control, he was pretty sure she'd have let him fuck her, too.
Lacking any actual photographic evidence, the mental high-definition brilliantly-colored footage of her lovely tits and inviting pussy and the back of her head bobbing up and down in his lap would have to suffice for him. He would replay them again and again almost daily, but with each passing month these would gradually fade into a few blurry sepia-toned snapshots. He wondered if perhaps her naked body was the last thing he would envision on his deathbed in the distant future.
Of course, she too was still savoring their explosive encounter. The aroma of his spunk still teased her nostrils and only served to further-moisten her sopping slit. Clancy let out a disappointed bark as the lovely unclad girl reluctantly disappeared into the brush to gather her thoughts and plan her next steps.
