Sneaking around a vineyard

We duck behind the bushes; I grab a grape and swallow it. Yuck, it’s not ripe yet. Laura goes first into the maze of green, crawling on the floor like a cadet on the obstacle course. Dragging my naked chest and stomach across the dirt is not something I would call pleasant, but I follow her nonetheless. Doing so gives me a great close-up of her ass. It’s quite round and firm and I don’t want to keep staring at it anymore. I lower my gaze and immediately feel my face collide head-on with her posterior.

“Hey, watch we you are going,” Laura whispers, having stopped. She moves some of the leaves aside and points at something ahead. Workers! There were a lot of people in the next row picking grapes. They were mostly women, like us. Well, not quite like us, as they wore white dresses and skirts, but you know what I mean.

More importantingly, there is a scarecrow at the intersection of the roads. A wonderful straw woman dressed up with a dress and a hat. Laura and I lock eyes in mutual understanding. We have to get those clothes.

We crawl between the shadows of two grapevines. We study the workers' movements to see if we can find an opening.

Four of the five workers stand at the side and begin to chitchat, the fifth picking a fight with a particular stubborn bush that refuses to leave its mama vine. It’s our chance. We quietly sprint to the scarecrows on our tiptoes. One of the few advantages of going barefoot is that you barely make a sound.

Laura begins to untiethe mannequin’s skirt from the back while I do it from the front. My hands, damp with sweat, slip a couple of times. I can’t deny that I’m nervous, but I’m also hopeful that I could finally get some clothing. People will finally stop staring at my ass like it’s a lighthouse in the middle of the night!

I hear the sound of a basket hitting the ground and I look at my side to see the fifth worker gasping as she stares at us. Before she could yell, Laura quickly comes behind her and places her hand on her mouth, her other arm restraining the girl. Welp, diplomacy is out of the question.

“Quick Annie, hurry and take the skirt before-“

“Ahh!” Another girl comes out of nowhere and catches us red-handed taking a hostage. Adrenaline shoots through my spine and I sprang into action. I tackle the new girl and pin her to the ground, sitting atop her wrestler style. “Shush,” I try to get her to shut up, but well… she doesn’t.

The other workers turn to stare at us after hearing her ear-pericing scream. More and more of their fellow grape-pickers emerge from within the plantation. I feel like a protagonist in a horror movie surrounded by bloodthirsty zombies.

They surround us, yell at us… Two naked girls assaulting two of their coworkers and taking them hostage is quite the bizarre scenario, and I don’t think there are many logical explanations where we end up looking good in the situation.