Two Full Moons in the Moonlight

The two nude women tried desperately to disentangle themselves from each other, but their efforts only resulted in them getting more intimate. Limbs twisted around each other, and faces were pressed into the squishiest parts every woman has; not an inch of skin went unexplored in the tangled mess.

Finally, Savannah roared in frustration, throwing her naked cohort off of her and rolling over herself into a small puddle of mud. "Bloody criminey!" She yelled, clutching her head. "What the shit is going on out here?" As her vision focused, she saw her naked companion roll over onto her belly and start to push herself back up. "Wait you?" She asked in disbelief that she was seeing this woman for the second time in one day, in much the same scenario. "What are you doing back here? And why are you still naked?"

Hilda, more than a little concussed after her collision, took a moment to realize the newly lucid farmer was talking to her. "Well, uh... I came here looking for a place to spend the night after, um... something happened in the bath house that..." She shook her head. "Never mind what happened, there. But I saw you walk out of your house naked, and I didn't want you to get hurt sleepwalking, so I..." she trailed off, hoping not to have to explain the embarrassing escapades she'd suffered while protecting the farm girl from harm.

Savannah just rubbed her temples. "Ugh, this is too much. Why didn't you try to wake me up?"

"You're not supposed to do that!" Hilda said aghast at the idea. "If you wake up a sleepwalking person before they settle down, they could get head trauma."

"Who told you that?"

"My maids back home."

Savannah was getting more confused by the second. But rather than continue this strange game of twenty questions, the farmer would have much preferred going inside. Particularly while she was still without clothes. "Whatever. Thanks, I guess, for... whatever you did. But I have to get back inside."

"Oh, um... okay." Hilda replied somewhat dejectedly. She stood up, gingerly holding the ragged sponge over her lady parts, as if she still had any modesty to protect.

Savannah looked back at the destitute woman, some sympathy growing in her heart. By all accounts, this woman was too stupid to make it far in Pilla, and with nothing to her name, not even clothes, she was going to find the task of getting around a lot harder in the coming weeks as the harvest season began. Assuming she even survived the cold nights without any covering.

Letting out a sigh, Savannah opened the door to her house and waved Hilda over. "Come on. You can stay inside tonight. But JUST for tonight. I've given you enough charity already."

Hilda's smile brightened, and she suppressed the urge to squeal with delight as she skipped to follow her naked handler into the relative warmth of the farmhouse, both of their gorgeous butts reflecting the light of the moon.