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She bent to remove her well worn leather sandals and standing pressed her feet to the earth. She wiggled her toes, turned her face to the shining sun, and inhaled the beauty of the day. She trailed her fingers lightly over the waist high grass and watched the butterflies flutter from bloom to bloom, a sweet smile curving her lips.

The breeze played through the gentle waves of her sea green hair and snuck beneath the hem of her thin cotton sundress, the only garment adorning her. Her pale skin was soft as the petals of the flowers surrounding her, her eyes as green as the swaying grass. She paused a moment to allow a pair of bumbling bees to pass and continue about their business. zayıf gaziantep escort She turned slowly, taking in the simple joy of being alone under the sky.

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She walked further, admiring the variety and character of blossoms as she did. When she found herself in the center of the field, she circled once more surveying the surrounding treeline. Satisfied she was alone, she dropped her sandals and reached for the straps of her dress. Slipping first one then the other over the slope of freckled shoulders.

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She took a deep grounding breath and pressed her feet to the earth and lifted her hands, face, and heart to the sun. Skyclad, she smiled. The sun warmed her freckled skin and the field tickled her thighs … teased at her naked sex. Another deep breath. She bent forward, folding herself in half, she touched her toes. Her breasts pressed against the smoothness of her shins.

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A tightening … a trembling … a tensing. She could hold back no longer. Her movements more frantic, she chased release until finally … arching her back and crying out to the open sky, her sweet satisfaction poured over her hand and onto the grass.

She lay there in the sun glistening with sweat and sex with a satisfied smile on her lips, and watched the clouds go by as the butterflies and bees flitted to and fro.