The old oak tree

Susie and Bonnie stood under the old oak tree in the middle of the carnival, surrounded by an expanse of grassy lawn where people were laughing and strolling. They knew this old oak tree. It had been here before the carnival set up shop outside Pinkwhistle, and it would be there after the carnival left.

But, right now, it was the enemy.

"I think I can get them," said Bonnie, bracing herself and making another jump. Susie eyed the crowd nervously. Four members of the Pinkwhistle High birdwatching club were sitting on the grass near them, watching and smiling.

The yellow panties, hanging over a branch of the old oak tree, remained frustratingly out of reach. The white panties, hanging over the same branch, did likewise.

"Come on! They're so close!"

"I don't think we should stay here much longer," said Susie, trying to adjust the fingers of her left hand so not a hint of the treasure between her legs would peep through. The harlequins had pinned the two girls down, pulled their panties off and thrown the panties into the branches of the old oak tree, leaving Bonnie to jump for them. Of course, this meant both lovely young women were now stranded completely naked in the middle of the field.

"Can we leave? Please? Everyone's looking at us!"

"I can get them! Just one more try!"

"Bonnie, come on! We have to run away!"