A Tall Tree

Emily stood below the tall tree, looking up at its branches. Her shirt was draped over a twig, tantalisingly close to her grasping fingers.

She jumped for it again. This time, she came within an inch of it before falling back to earth.

She glanced around, not liking what she saw. The underside of the tree was a cool, shady place, perfect for relaxing with your friends. A young couple had spread out a picnic blanket. A few teenagers were drinking from a secret stash of beer. A few hippies had set up a small drum circle.

She clasped an arm to her breasts, to prevent inconvenient bouncing, and pressed her thighs together as tightly as possible. Unluckily, she needed a hand free to try and grab her shirt. So she had to make some difficult choices about what to cover up.

She tensed herself, and made another jump. This time, the tips of her fingers actually grazed the cloth. But she just couldn't get a grip on it.

She heard a ripple of laughter from the teenagers.

Emily knew she had more work to do. And she was going to do it. As soon as she got her shirt back. Surely one last jump ought to do it?

She jumped again. This time, her right breast slipped free of her arm, the nipple popping out and giving the hippies an eyeful. Emily whimpered. She really would like this whole situation to end, now, please, right away. But it wasn't going to end until she got her shirt back. And her shirt was just out of reach.

The young couple whispered something to each other. Emily's toes curled in mortification. She stood there under the tree, clutching her breasts, squeezing her knees together, muscles flexing in her peachy bare bottom. Completely, punishingly, unavoidably, inescapably naked. Naked and jumping for her clothes, for everyone to see.

Whatever her next job was, she hoped it was easier than this.