Just like the previous day she made me wait until she returned home from work before continuing on explaining how her weekend went. I think she likes torturing me. Again I lay her back rubbing her feet and ankles after watching her remove her bra from under her black sweater. I undo her black slacks, and wait to hear her begin.
She proceeds to tell me that they ate breakfast, and snuggled for a while before dressing to walk the trails. It was after noon before they finally walked out the door, and the day was warm and sunny. Another day in the sixties. She wore an old button down blouse with old jeans that had holes in them everywhere but the main areas, and some old cheap shoes with a light jacket.
Her friend led the way holding her hand, and she was enjoying the sights and animals along the way. It isn't long before she's warm enough that she removes her jacket. Her warm body reacts with the cooler air temp making her nipples harden, and he notices right away. She blushes a little when she sees him looking, and they continue on.
An hour or so later they come to a second trail which he says is more difficult to walk, but usually has more wildlife to see. She accepts the challenge, and he leads her down the trail until they get to a large tree fall. He struggles over it before helping my wife over. He breaks a lot of the branches to clear a path for her, but he underestimated her large frame.
A large branch snagged onto the side of her shirt as she jumped off the tree. Her feet hit the ground, but her shirt stayed in the tree stuck to the limb which is now holding it ten feet off the ground. He stares at her with her breasts out in the air. She's regretting not wearing a bra. He checks her for injuries before wrapping her coat around her nakedness. They walk on.
They soon come to a ravine where they have to slide down a steep incline before jumping over a small stream. She asks about going back, but the promise of seeing wildlife tempts her on. He slides down and jumps across first before watching her do the same. Too far away to hold her hand; she's on her own.
It takes her a minute to gather the courage before sliding down on her butt. She gather a lot of momentum, and can't slow herself on the wet ground. There's a loud rip just as she reaches the bottom. She jumps to her feet to check out where the sound came from, and discovered the crotch of her jeans has given way. There is a large tear going from the back of her ass to the front of her crotch letting in the daytime air.
Embarrassed she tries to cover her exposed leopard print panties, but it's impossible. Then she attempts to hurdle the stream, but her foot catches the bank on the opposite side. Her friend catches her arm. He tries to pull her onto the dry ground, but his hand slips pulling her coat off her as she falls into the cold water.
Jumping to her feet quick she grabs at him, and catches her coat which yanks out of his hand. She again falls back into the water taking her coat with her. The stream is only three feet wide, but the cold water is moving fast. He helps her onto the embankment, and they watch as her coat is carried down stream.
He goes after it, but can't get to it before it's gone. Returning to her he sees her nipples are rock hard as she shivers from being wet. He didn't wear a coat otherwise he'd offer her one. Instead he offers his shirt which is way too small for her, but she tries to wear it anyway. Being just a plain white tee it soaked up the water from her skin right away, and became almost see through.
