Tuesday-A Calming Picnic

I found myself sitting in the middle of the English countryside once more as I lacked any better distractions. My pants were replaced by a pair of shorts, and pajama slippers covered my feet.

My wardrobe was getting thinner. I packed light for the trip, but I swear I brought more clothes than these? Had Annie been borrowing from me when I wasn´t looking?

I gave my associate a quick glance. She was in the middle of cutting a sandwich with plastic knives, because even picnics have to be as nerdy as possible with her.

She was wearing a loose white shirt, sandals, and sweats… huh, was her wardrobe thinning as well? Regardless, it doesn´t seem like she is stealing anything from me.

I leaned back on the mat, my fingers playing with the grass at the edge.

“Ahhh, caught you smiling Laura!” Annie said. “Told you my idea for today was good!”

“And I caught you with honey on your lips, clean up, Annie,” I fired back. “Besides, the only reason your idea became acceptable was due to my suggestion of coming here instead of sticking to the designated area.”

I pointed downwards. We were at the top of a steep (by local standards) hill. At the base, the townies brushed shoulders in the tiny area allowed for shared picnics. At least up here I can stretch my legs without kicking anyone.

We continued eating the sandwiches. Everything was going well, if a bit boring, until our picnic got an unwanted guest. As I opened my can of soda, the biggest wasp I had ever seen buzzed around my ears. And the worst part? He brought friends!

The bastards scared me so much I spilled half my soda down my shirt! What were they doing? They weren´t going after our food, they were just… buzzing around, louder than any bug I ever heard.

Were we in their territory? Were they trying to scare us away?

“Ack!” They were! Kind of… A couple of the buggers divebombed right into my cleavage and went inside my shirt. The rest of the squad pulled the same stunt on Annie.

“Argh!” We both stood up in a bolt, our faces frozen with fear. What should we do? Trying to swat the bugs would only result in them stabbing us with their giant stingers! Not that we had much time before they stung anyway.

I locked eyes with Annie, and we both looked at the base of the hill. The people were blurry and small; we couldn´t make out any details, which meant they couldn’t make out any of ours either. Our bad idea wasn´t as embarrassing as it could have been.

Annie went first; her little fingers were quick to pull her shirt over her head, letting her pale and slender torso out into the weak English sun. I followed suit, a curtain of black blocking my view as I tossed the shirt off my olive curves. To our mutual relief, the wasps weren´t crawling on our skin, but remained stuck to our shirts.

Just as we were pondering how to get them off without getting stung, we were almost deafened by an approaching swarm. These little guys were just the scouts.

Panic seized us. Annie and I both attempted to flee at the same time and in the same direction, which resulted in us running into each other, tripping, and then falling down the hill.

My world became a blur as gravity dragged me into the Earth´s bosom. My muscles ached as they were slammed against the ground in my downhill roll.

Eventually, we reached the bottom, crashing into a picnic mat, orange juice spilling on my cleavage, and the mayo from a half-made sandwich sticking to my face as I squished it. People gasped and pointed at us, a particular redhead cackling at our misfortune as well.

I did a little status check. I was presently barefoot as my last complete pair of footwear had flown off in the hill, my shorts were currently at my ankles, down my tanned legs, and my body was covered in grass stains. Bad day to pick a green bra as well.

Annie was in similar straits, barefoot, sweatpants at her knees, and covered in so much green she was looking like a human nettle. No wonder everyone was staring so hard. We both yelped and hurried to pull back our pants so that the color of our panties wouldn´t become common knowledge.

“S-should we go back to-” Sadly, we weren´t the only visitors from the hill. The swarm was coming right for us. I gulped. It was too dangerous to go back and try to retrieve our clothes.

“Y-you think they want a taste of this?” Annie pointed at the orange juice dripping from her soaked bra.

“Let´s just get out of here!” And so, we spun around and fled the picnic area with the laughter of the townies ringing in our ears. Another hard walk back to our hotel awaited us.