It was summer and the day was hot. Too hot. The weather had been like this for ages and it was starting to give me the irrits. Why the hell did it need to be so hot? I know, I know. It's summer. Der. Hot weather is normal for summer, isn't it?
I don't mind the heat nearly so much when it's a dry heat, but that wasn't today. The humidity was so high that I wouldn't have been surprised to see fish swimming in the air. I suspect the main reason they weren't was because they would have been cooked in the steam, providing instant meals to all and sundry.
I live in the mountains. Normally a nice place but right now the air conditioner was out of action (I blame my brother and his stupid rifle. He knows he's not supposed to play with it in the house. Killed the air conditioner with one oops.) I went for a walk under the trees to try to cool down a little.
Please note that there was a method in my madness. Walking about on a hot sweltering day with trees holding the heat in place might seem a silly way to cool down. It all depends on where you walk. I was walking towards a little stream I know of and a very nice pool at a certain bend in the stream.
The cool water of the pool would be just the thing to counter the heat. I strolled along and then cut through the bush to the pool. I checked that there was no-one around, not that I expected there to be, and then stripped off and waded into the pool, lying down where I was basically submerged in cool flowing water.
I know, I shouldn't go skinny dipping, but I considered it safe enough. Very few people knew about this pool and no-one could approach it without making noise. It would take me seconds to be out of the pool and into my dress if I heard anyone approaching.
My confidence was not misplaced. For the hour or so I stayed there, there was nary a sight nor a sound of another person. The only notable thing that occurred was a sudden breeze that sprang up, whistling along the creek, and forming a small whirlwind on the shore near where I was lying. The stupid thing scattered my clothes and then went on its merry way, fading away just as fast as it appeared.
I climbed out of the pool and lay on the grass for a while, letting the sun dry me off. Finally I scrambled to my feet to gather my clothes and get dressed. My shoes were where I left them. The little whirlwind hadn't been strong enough to shift them. My dress was a few yards away, casually tossed to one side. My bra was caught up on a bush. My panties, nowhere to be seen.
Irritated, I dressed with what I did have and then instigated a wider search for a pair of panties. They were precisely nowhere. Logically I knew they had to be somewhere in the vicinity but damned if I could find them. I finally said something rude and resigned myself to walking home commando.
I crossed back to the path to walk home and there was Billy-Joe strolling down the path towards me. A nice guy, Billy-Joe. I quite liked him. At nineteen, he was a year older than me, but he never tried to act all macho and superior, unlike a number of boys I know. Still, I would have preferred to have been wearing panties when I met him. Not that he could tell as my dress came down to my knees.
We said hullo, isn't it hot, what do you expect, it's summer, etc. etc. Then Billy-Joe offered to walk me home. Not that I needed an escort, I knew where I lived, after all. Still it was nice of him to be so polite and we strolled along idly chatting.
Now the path that we were on is more a private track than a public path. Amongst other things it cut across a couple of fields. There were gates in the fences where the path crossed them except for the first fence. For some reason a small stile had been placed there. An easy couple of steps up and down and it served to keep the sheep in. Probably the reason why there's a stile and not a gate. You can't leave a stile open but a gate? Leave it open and the sheep are lost in the woods forever.
It was the stile that undid me. Billy-Joe politely waited for me to cross it first and I naturally did. I'd climbed the first two steps and was about to swing my leg over the top when I remembered my commando state. What, swing my leg over and possibly show Billy-Joe everything? You had to be kidding. I panicked and slipped. I slipped back down the stile while my dress got hooked up on the stile and was lifted clear to my waist.
I finished up bent over the stile with my dress hauled up over my waist displaying everything. I was horrified and I just simply froze there for a moment. Big mistake.
A hand was on my pussy, parting my lips , and a big fat cock was being pressed home.
"Billy-Joe!" I screamed.
