The mineshaft

The mineshaft had two major perks: it kept her on this side of the park, and it would conceal whatever she left there. Satisfied with her choice, she deftly scrambled back down the tree. Before she left the campground, she took a few moments to shred the envelope, carefully scattering it around the various fire rings and the treeline bordering the area.

When she was done, she headed off down the trail, her attention now very much turned to the likelihood that she would run into more people. She took another brief look at herself as she walked down the trail, watching the mesmerizing jiggle of her breasts inside her blouse, and the flash of red over her shoulder where her thong ran between her cheeks. She could feel her nipples, still hard, stabbing the material of her blouse, and she absentmindedly ran her hands over them, feeling them tingle in response. This, this was exciting. This was what she enjoyed, the risk of being seen, yet knowing she was, for intents and purposes, fully concealed.

She strode confidently down the trail, the sensations of yesterday slowly returning, that sense of rightness that she relished. Her body reacted in kind, her pussy dampening, her clit faintly rubbing against her thong. She could feel the first signs of that hypersensitivity she'd experienced the day before, the way the cold mud seemed to caress her feet, the sway of her breasts, the rub of her nipples against soft fabric.

Twenty minutes later, as she hit the trail up the slope to the mineshaft, she heard voices from towards the front of the parking lot, voices that were coming her way. People! And from the sound of it, they were moving faster than she was. There were two, both male, and both sounded fairly young. For a brief instant, Julie's confident demeanor wavered. Where were they heading? If they saw her, what would they do? This wasn't the parade yesterday. There were lots of places to disappear out here.

Mark had continued following Julie up the trail, making sure he stayed just as the edge of sight, his eyes fixed on her firm, jiggly ass He could tell she was being extra-watchful for people, and he had noticed the same subtle changes in her walk that he'd seen yesterday, at the parade. It seemed she was in her zone.

He watched as she froze, and he did too, catching the faint murmurs of conversation on the slight breeze blowing through, wondering what she would do...

She stood frozen on the trail, listening to the voices approach. The word "mineshaft" and "right" floated to her ears, and she realized they were heading where she was...