This is the first part of my first story, please excuse any typos. Criticism is encouraged, but please don't be too harsh. There isn't a lot of sexual nature here yet, that's still to come.
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Ashley pulled her long dark curls into a loose pony, grabbed a light jacket and left her apartment for the day. As she got into her SUV her jacket was tossed into the backseat carelessly while she plugged the charger into her iPhone. Heading out the driveway she turned the radio up and rolled the windows down, her favorite way to drive. It was too nice of a day to be sitting inside, and although she wasn't one for strenuous exertion Ashley could never get enough of nature. Hiking and biking contributed to a firm figure with just right amount of curvature, Ashley looked good in just about anything, or nothing at all. Modestly dressed in a pair of green Bermuda khaki shorts and a blue active wear tank, she would fit in well walking the wooded trails at the local state park.
As she pulled into the parking area a smile stretched across her face seeing many open parking spaces available. Working from home had many advantages and not too many disadvantages; being able to do what she wanted, when she wanted was one of most used advantages. Ashley came to these trails to be alone in nature while she wrote quite regularly. She often snickered to herself when families would walk by commenting on the "nice story the young girl" was writing while watching the water churn at the base of a waterfall. While at twenty three years old she was still considered young, her writings would not exactly fall under the "nice story" category for most; that is unless you were looking for a book to take away to the bedroom. Ashley learned very young that she had a way with words, particularly very dirty words. She also knew that the business of sexual fantasy writing was a very lucrative career if you were good at it, and brave enough to write it. She was.
Ashley strapped on her backpack, locked the car up and headed out on her favorite trail. Glancing at her phone she noted the time was about half after ten, perfect timing. An hour hiking on the trail, then a half hour hike to the bottom of the falls would land her in a perfect spot to have lunch and get down to writing for the rest of the afternoon. Walking along the trail she took her time enjoying her surroundings, taking time to rest to watch a bald eagle gliding high above. As she reached the top of the falls she wiped the sweat that was dripping down her brows, the sun beating down hotter than it had so far that summer. Figuring the small amount of cars in the parking lot coupled with the fact she had not passed a single person that morning Ashley reached up and removed her tank top. The fabric glided over her lightly tanned skin, along her torso and up over her supple breasts, revealing a hot pink sports bra. She shivered as goosebumps ran over her recently exposed skin and soaked up the sunlight.
While she had the perfect body to walk around half-naked, it was not something that she did in the private of her own home, let alone out in public. While her writings were hot, steamy, and sometimes a bit raunchy Ashley was typically a modest and shy person. She used a pseudonym in all her writings, making sure there was no real race to her. She didn't accept any mail (paper or otherwise) for her pseudonym, and was careful to route her money quite a few places before it actually reached her usual bank account. The career of adult writing is very generous one but can pose some occupational hazards if you weren't careful. Ashley took every step available to make sure she didn't become someone's personal fantasy.
