"Alright, I'll do it," you say, snatching the ties from his hands and marching away. You get as far as the trees before you wiggle you ass free of the skirt.
"I guess I won't be needing this," you coo, peaking to make sure he's watching, and smiling as you see that his eyes are rivetted on you butt.
"Or these," you say, bending with straight knees to one shoe and then the other before slowly peeling the socks from your feet.
Straightening slowly you look over your shoulder and lick your lips. "Now I'm ready for anything."
"Anything?" he asks, his voice sounding strangled.
You wink. "Absolutely anything."
From where you are it's a little difficult to see his face clearly, but you almost shiver at the feral look he seems to don, and you find yourself wishing you could take the words back. But on the other hand you can almost feel a trickle down your inner thigh from the excitement.
Pushing his intentions aside, just as you push aside the branches, you fight your way through the brush. Branches reach like clawed fingers, groping your bare flesh with their sharp ends, scratching your skin as the fifty feet begins to feel like fifty yards.
Finally you burst through the dense foliage. |