SHE LED HIM UP THE RIGHT PATH.
This short story was inspired by a 'conversation' I had with a lady who like me usually resides in the UK or Nudists rooms. Thank you B.
It was one of those warm sunny days in mid May. A time for flowers to bloom and the tree's to be covered with blossom.
As for me I'm a widower in my early sixties and I live in a town in the south west corner of England.
I guess I'd be described as of average build with short fair hair and blue eyes. I retired early and am reasonably fit as I still play several sports. I also enjoy walking in the countryside and on the coastal path which is only a short drive away.
I decided this warm morning to go for a walk in a local park that borders the boundary of the town.
I had already showered and had some breakfast and was wandering naked around the house whilst finishing my morning cup of tea.
I popped on a pair of briefs and some loose fitting shorts and put a polo shirt on top before slipping my feet into a pair of leather sandals. I picked up the paperback I was currently reading and with sunglasses on I headed for the park.
At this point of my life I've become a bit of a voyeur, or perhaps I should say I have increased my voyeuristic activities. The park is a nice place to arouse my mind by viewing those who frequent its picturesque grounds.
It was a normal work day for most so I wasn't expecting it to be terribly busy, but there were a few people of all types sat on the grass or seats and some just wandering around.
No one took my immediate attention so I used the opportunity for some exercise by walking around some of the footpaths.
It was when I was walking along a path that ran alongside the small feature lake that I glanced up and in the distance saw a young lady entering the park. At that distance I estimated that she was probably somewhere in her thirties.
She was wearing a shortish pale blue summer dress with sandals on her feet. She began strolling over the lawns with a confident easy gait. I stood still for a moment and watched that easy movement, like a wild cat walking over its own territory. I noticed she was casually observing her surroundings. Just observant I wondered, or did she have voyeuristic tendencies like myself.
After a short while she chose a spot to rest on the grass and started to read the book she was carrying.
I stayed by the lake and although to most it would look as if I was watching the birds swimming on its surface my eyes were focused on her position in the distance.
She just appeared to be reading but I noticed those little glances around every now and then. I started to follow one of those circular paths that took me behind her but then I turned in the direction that would allow me to walk close beside her heading for a bench set about twenty-five yards in front of her.
As I approached I noticed her dark blonde hair, it was a bit more than shoulder length and was hanging straight. As I passed her I saw she was wearing a small band to hold the hair away from her face, I looked straight ahead and continued walking to the bench.
I did however catch a glimpse of the book she was reading and my heart jumped a little. Not your usual library book......'Short Stories' by Anais Ninn. So perhaps, like me, she had hidden interests.
I relaxed back into one corner of the bench and looked casually around before opening my book in a rather obvious way. I wasn't reading though but using it as pretence; I was watching her over the top.
She may have been doing exactly the same but neither of us would be completely sure it was what the other was doing.
After I had been watching for a few minutes I saw her slowly raise one of her legs, bending it so she could scratch her knee. She left it in that position as she continued her reading and I could see that she had a light tan on the back of her thigh. My mind began wandering, wondering how much of her body was tanned. It was difficult to see more due to the shadow caused by her dress.
After a few more moments she turned her body and was now lying on her back but she had raised the other knee alongside the first. Her hands were in the air holding her book up to read, if that was what she was doing.
Her body was slightly angled away from me now. I pretended to stretch and slid over to the other side of the bench to improve my view. I was sure her head had tracked my movement so I raised my book to feign my innocence.
I was pretty sure we were both playing a teasing game but could not be positive. I flicked a page of my book over as my next move, hoping it convinced her I was reading.
She trumped me though as her raised knees slowly parted about six inches, I could not take my eyes away from the possible opportunity. She had played it as if her muscles were relaxing before clamping her legs shut. If she was real she sure knew how to tease, or am I a typical male sucker.
I think she knew she had me hooked, had to give her credit for that. She repeated the same move a couple more times and my balls squeezed in my underwear. The brain plays tricks with you making you think you have seen something but then logically telling you no.
What more can I decently do in a public park to continue the game. Not a lot I concluded to myself.
But I didn't have to make the next move as she closed her book and rose to her feet. She brushed her dress down and glanced my way before walking away on a path that curved to the other side of the park.
I wasn't sure what to do. Was she taking herself home? I don't want to follow and appear to be a stalker. But that glance, was it a dare? Or even, perhaps, an invitation.
She was about two hundred yards away now and I got to my feet thinking I had blown my opportunity, but as she reached a fork in the path she paused a moment and looked back at me. I took a couple of steps forward and she started moving again taking the right-hand fork onto the path that headed for the countryside.
If you don't try you will never know I told myself and I set off on the route she had taken. As I looked ahead I saw her exit the park through one of its gates, and she looked back once more before crossing the road that ran around the park circumference.
I increased my pace towards the same exit; I didn't want to lose sight of her. As I arrived at the edge of the road I saw her on a footpath crossing the field opposite and I continued that way.
The field ended next to a wood with a path running alongside. She turned right and then followed the path for a while before she left it and entered an adjacent field. I saw her look back and she must have seen me still following, she didn't seem at all concerned that I was following her.
She headed for a small copse in the middle of the field and disappeared into the trees.
I followed her track to the edge of the copse and could see a narrow path entering the trees. I paused and listened, only the sound of birds singing. I tentively stepped out of the sun and onto the shaded track and moved forward slowly one step at a time.
As I made my way forward I noticed a small gap in the trees ahead as sunlight sent beams of light into that shady area. Then low down I caught a flash of blue and I stood still.
I removed my sunglasses and stepped quietly to that opening and just watched. She was lying on her back with her feet pointing my way. But it was a place higher on her body that took my attention.
