Annalin kicked off her tennis shoes and peeled her t-shirt over her head, dropping it on the seat beside her. Her chest, being on the small side of B, didn't need a bra for support so she didn't bother wearing one. She wanted to remove her jeans as well, but since she hadn't worn any sort of underpants she felt that might be pushing her luck. Taking a deep breath, she opened the car door and turned to step out, pressing her bare feet on the asphalt and pausing a moment to take in the sensation of the warm, gritty surface.
Stepping out of the car and standing, she shivered. A cool breeze caressed the red-brown circles of her areolas, causing them to sprout the little nubbins of her nipples, increasing their sensitivity and sending a secondary shiver through her body. She stretched and looked around, thinking it may have been wiser to look around before exposing herself. The parking lot was empty, and as far as she could see into the park it was equally deserted, which was to be expected at sunset for a remote, unlighted bit of woodland.
Wiggling her toes, she sighed deeply, already feeling the tension of her day starting to dissipate. A few steps along the parking lot and she was able to step up onto the grassy verge, letting the thin green fronds caress her foot gently for a moment before settling onto the cushion of thick lawn. The soft, cushiony surface was only a couple of feet wide, but it was a nice transition from the hard, gritty city, well, small town, environment into the varied and soothing natural one just past its border. Annalin paused to enjoy the sensations on the bottom of her feet, closing her eyes and shifting foot to foot, sliding them across the blades lightly, wiggling at the tickling, then putting weight down again to feel the cushion.
Using the remote on her key fob, Annalin locked her car, watching for the little red flash in the window that let her know it was locked. She'd had the annoying horn noise turned off before she even took delivery, since loud noise for the sake of loud noise bothered her. Turning back to the park she took a deep breath and stepped into the woods, intentionally avoiding the paved path off to the side.
Cathy walked gingerly across the parking lot, the rough pebbles and grit of the asphalt hurting the tender soles of her feet. She considered going back and getting shoes, but didn't really want to face her parents again. Finding the grassy verge of the parking lot she sighed in relief and paused to look around. She hadn't been this far from her new home before, even though it was only a few blocks. She almost smiled as she saw how thickly the trees were growing together, running toward them, then giggling as the grass tickled her sensitive insteps.
Being a city girl, Cathy was not prepared for the way the underbrush caressed her bare legs, scraping lightly in some places, roughly in others, as she pushed her way into the woods. She briefly thought about going back out and finding a path, then changed her mind and continued just pushing in, not even sure what she was doing or why. Short-shorts and tank top were not really ideal for woodland wandering, but it was what she'd been wearing when she ran out of the house. Well, they were the reason she ran out of the house, after getting verbally abused for wearing them.
Fussing to herself, she murmured that it wasn't like she really needed a bra; a size AA would be too big for her flat little chest, and at 18 there wasn't much chance of it getting any bigger. And there was nothing wrong with her shorts. They were short, but they weren't snug, and only revealed anything if she sat wrong and someone was trying to look up the legs. She hadn't expected her father to be looking there, then yell at her for seeing what he was trying to see. If you don't want to see a pussy you don't go looking up a girl's pants. Muttering unladylike words, she pushed deeper into the wood, emotional irritation making it easier to ignore the physical irritation of the scratching and clawing of the bushes and branches.
Making her way slowly through the trees, Annalin moaned softly as her feet were treated roughly by the brambles and briers that had built up away from the paths. A few times she had to stop to pull thorns from the soft skin, sighing at the contrast between her soft touch and the harsh treatment of the plants. Driving home was going to be a bit painful when those holes started to burn. Gradually the wood thinned and she was walking on dead leaves and pine needles. The new feelings made her pause again to wiggle her toes and get the most from the transition.
Darkness slowly took over the wood, sneaking up on Cathy as she slowed her rush, the crackling of the ground underfoot and the breeze sighing through the trees combined to soothe her temper. The trees became shadows, the world fading to gray and black. She was lost in a park. She laughed softly, then stepped more carefully, testing for sharp things poking her feet before putting her weight down. Fewer thorns and more dead leaves, less scraping of her legs, told her she was getting to a thinner part. The blackness ahead lightened to very dark gray. Reaching out for a darker patch, thinking it was a tree trunk, she found something soft and warm. She screamed.
Annalin caught at the arm of whoever it was grabbing her breast. She found a thin wrist attached to a small hand as the person screamed. Making shushing noises, she pulled the hand from her chest, then held it lightly, trying to calm the other person while guiding them into a clearing. The half-light of the clearing was positively bright compared to the forest, and Annalin found herself holding the soft hand of a girl even smaller than her own five foot height. At first she assumed the girl was a child, due to her height and lack of any chest development.
Cathy caught her breath, calming quickly and blushing when she realized what she had grabbed. She kept her hand on the small, soft breast until the owner pulled her away gently, enjoying the feel. In the brighter light of the clearing she could see a young girl not much bigger than herself had her by the wrist. The girl was topless and even in the semi-darkness Cathy could see her nipples were erect on her small chest. Cathy bit her lip, blushing more as she got interested in the body before her, her eyes sliding down the silhouette, admiring the slim waist and trim hips. "You're topless."
Chuckling softly, Annalin nodded. "I wasn't expecting to run into anyone here in the dark." Her hand slipped down the other girl's wrist until she was holding her hand. "You know it's getting late. Are your parents okay with you being out alone in the dark?"
Shrugging, Cathy moved her hand in Annalin's, enjoying the soft, warm touch. "I'm an adult," she started, belligerently, then softened her voice. "I'm eighteen, I can be out. They're jerks anyway, that's how come I'm out here lost in the woods." She tightened her grip slightly when it felt like the other girl was loosening hers.
Annalin started walking and the little girl came with her. "So a little bit of family troubles sent you running off into the woods barefoot and under dressed?" She liked the way the girl adjusted her hand and started walking with her, like they were old, close friends. She didn't have any old, close friends, but she thought she knew how they would act if she did. "Do you ... oh yes, you said lost, so asking if you know where you are would be a bit on the silly side."
"I wasn't worried about being lost. The park has to end some place, we're in a town." Cathy winced as she stepped on a small rock, "more worried about my feet, now."
Squeezing the other girl's hand, Annalin smiled softly, "um, this park is actually very large. It's a finger of a state forest. If you go the right direction you could walk for days without finding your way out." She looked down at Cathy's feet and how she was walking so carefully. "Where are your shoes?"
Her blush hidden in the darkness, Cathy looked down sheepishly, "I was mad and ran out without them." Noticing Annalin was barefoot as well, she added, "What about yours?"
This time it was Annalin's turn to blush, "I left them in my car. I like going barefoot here. I'm not the one wincing and walking like on hot coals." She pulled at Cathy's hand and guided her to walk along beside the paved path. "Here, walk on the grass, it will feel nicer to your feet." She continued holding Cathy's hand, swinging it gently, "so want to talk about why you went running out barefoot to get lost in a forest?"
