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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.
Jennifer glanced at her GPS and suddenly realized that Irv had never assigned a name or a clue to the next geocache, but had provided only the coordinates for it. Armed with just the latitude and longitude, she turned to head in the indicated direction when her phone chimed again.
Her heart leaped into her throat at the sound of the arriving text message. She cringed and crouched low to the ground, knowing that any nearby hikers would be sure to hear the familiar notification tone and glance in her direction to investigate. Sensing no-one around, she read the message and grinned. "Having fun yet?" was all it said. Irv had obviously enjoyed the pic of her with Mark's dick in her mouth. Before she could respond with a thumbs-up emoticon and a smiley-face, her screen lit-up again. The loud chime once again drilled terror into her chest. The terse text read: "Current adventure: The Perils of Polly."
"Who the hell is Polly?"
she mused. However, her more urgent priority was to silence the damn phone to prevent it from going off at the worst possible time. What if Irv had texted or a spammer had called when she was hiding behind the tree as that couple had passed an hour ago? How could she have been so careless as to neglect this critical factor? She flipped the switch to mute, confident that she'd be able to feel the vibration should another important message arrive.
Ten seconds later the phone shook again - silently this time - as yet another message arrived: "No horsing around, now!"
An ominous feeling inched across her soul as she wondered what the mysterious message might portend. Surely he didn't expect her to have sex
with a horse?!?!
Jennifer was undeniably a wild-child, but even she had her limits! Irv would never do that to her, would he? Even if he commanded it she would never comply anyway, rules be damned.
But what else could it mean?
She shook off her doubts, convinced that there had to be some other meaning to the puzzle, one that she would probably figure out only a few minutes from now.
Jenn retreated a few more yards in the direction of the next cache, contorting herself into comical positions to avoid scratching her tits, torso, and legs on a host of scraggly dead branches. She tiptoed gingerly between the trees, wincing as almost every step pricked her feet on a twig or a rock, and shivering when dew-covered branches doused her chest, tummy and legs with cold water. Within a minute, however, she was surprised to emerge into the clear again and find herself on a gravel road that ran parallel to the blacktop she had just crossed.
This was no footpath for hikers, but apparently designed to provide quick access to the interior of the park by official vehicles, or perhaps by campers who wished to drive to their remote campsites. It was wide enough to accommodate an automobile, which alarmed her to no end. Nonetheless, having no other practical choice, she turned right - due east - and continued toward the next treasure, feeling as exposed and fearful as she had when scanning the parking lot for her necklace earlier.
She was clearly visible for about 75 feet behind her and even farther ahead of her where the road curved through the woods in a broad arc beyond her line of sight in both directions. "No one would build a path this wide unless it were used frequently," she cautioned herself. To say that this fact made her nervous would greatly understate her level of consternation, for the vegetation that lined the road was scrubby and sparse, and would provide little cover should a vehicle happen along. If the offending vehicle happened to be occupied by a park ranger she would find herself in big trouble. Lacking any other reasonable alternative, however, she continued as fast as her bare soles would permit.
Uncomfortably-warm rocks pummeled the bottoms of her feet as she hastened along the road in the direction of Polly's perilous treasure, whatever that might be. The fact that her shoes lay in the next cache heartened her greatly, for she knew she could pick up her pace markedly once her tender soles were protected. In fact, once her feet were covered, she would be able to run away from anyone who might see her before they could think to follow. As a last resort, should she need to, she could sneak through the woods without following a designated a trail.
Until her feet were covered, though, the pain inflicted by tiny sticker-burrs that had several times already this morning punctured and clung to her flesh would be too great to allow that. Even the act of removing them hurt her fingers almost as much as they did her feet. For now, she knew she must hurry down the gravel road, spending as little time in the open as possible.
