Lola had always been a free spirit, spending her life walking the outskirts of the town she lived in. Her parents always wanted her to be more goal-oriented, but she, one would say, enjoyed the life of a hippie. At 19 years of age, she felt she deserved the hippie life.
There were areas around the outskirts of town that were more rugged than others, and those were the areas she wanted to explore most. Then there were other areas, pastures and farmlands where cows and other animals roamed.
To get from one rugged point to another, she had to trek through these farmsteads, crossing fences along the way. Her adventures started south, close to her house, but she has now begun exploring the eastern areas of the outskirts.
In the early days of her adventures, she hadn't really cared for what she wore, but now she was fully geared up for hiking. She wore short khaki pants with pockets on either side, a tank top tucked in to avoid snags on bushes or fences, and a cute pink hat that closed at the back with a bow. She would always leave the house with tights under her pants to prevent chafing, and a sports bra was her best friend, worn 24/7. She had a big rucksack on her back with a small carpet and a few water bottles.
One morning, she jumped out of bed and started getting dressed for another day of hiking. She grabbed her sports bra and put it on; she didn't have big boobs, a B-cup on a good day, but they weren't small either. She wore thongs everywhere because she liked feeling sexy in her skin. She paused in front of the mirror, admiring her body. Her athletic build from hiking was evident, though she had a slight tendency to show fat easily. She put on the rest of her clothing, opting this time for a white tank top. This was a mistake due to her black bra showing through, but she didn't care.
She ran out the front door while eating an apple shouting at her mom to enjoy her day. Today was the day she would finally cross that stubborn old woman's farm into the woods to the northeast of town. It was said to be a great hiking area but the only way to get there was by crossing farmland. The farmer said to own these farms is a big black lady with a whole lot of cows everywhere. She did not own a gun but people dared not go there, but Lola wanted to see the woods so she had to.
When she got to the farmer's land she took a few minutes to scout out the place, ensuring a safe passage for herself. She jumped the fence quickly and started to run for the woods. Halfway through the field she encountered the first cows, beautiful and huge specimens they were, and then she heard a voice, a loud booming feminine voice.
"Oi, little girl! You have no right to be on my farm!" Shouted the farmer.
Lola quickly ducked behind a huge bull, using its size as cover. Her breath was shallow, trying to be as quiet as possible while keeping hidden. The cow turned its head slowly towards Lola but not really interested in the doings of these humans it went on grazing.
The farmer's eyes scanned the field in the area where Lola was seen. "I know you're out there little girly! I will find you!"
Lola peered underneath the bull and saw its massive cock. She stared for a second and then she saw the farmer approaching her. She quickly looked around to see an escape route, and spotted a small gap in the fence. She waited, looking for the right moment to run for it.
As the farmer walked through the first of the cows Lola saw the opportunity to run. She jumped up and sprinted at full speed towards the gap. The cows got startled by her sudden movement, began to jump and move around profusely, blocking her way. A few times she had to duck or jump to avoid a collision with a cow.
Luckily for Lola the noise of the cows made it difficult for the farmer to hear her footsteps, and soon enough she made it to the gap in the fence. Running her little heart out she ducked through the gap but to her surprise a massive net closed around her. She tried getting loose but it was to no avail.
The farmer, having anticipated such an escape, was already there, her shadow slowly moving towards Lola caught in the net. "I may look dumb, little girly, but I have outsmarted many who have tried to get into these woods illegally!" She chuckled, not unkindly. The net was perfectly placed in a way that made it nearly impossible to see from a distance. It must've used a tripwire of some sort to close behind Lola.
The more Lola struggled, the tighter the net seemed to become. "Please," she panted, "I just wanted to hike in the woods, miss!"
The farmer looked down at her, the corners of her mouth turning up into a massive smile. "And you thought you could just run through private property?" she asked, her tone softening slightly. "Usually it's the boys trying their luck as a joke but here you are, a fine little girl, with a fine little body."
