Empty Clothes!

The entire top of the mountain was covered with clothes!

At the center of the summit stood a large pointed boulder and around it, spread out across the grassy surface were clothes of all kinds. Brooklyn let out her breath and scanned the area nervously. She saw and heard absolutely nothing. All during her hike she heard only the sounds of nature. Nobody passed her on the way up nor did she hear a single human voice all day. She took a few steps forward and looked across the summit in investigative glances.

Brooklyn stumbled where she walked. She looked down and saw that she was standing on a pair of black, velvet panties. Taking another look around, Brooklyn now noticed that all of the clothes surrounding her were meant for women. Bras, panties, boy-shorts, tub tops, skirts and dresses were all strewn about the patch of grass.

Brooklyn blushed, realizing that she’d come across some popular make-out spot. Not a bad one either, with the immaculate view and isolation. Hours could be spent enjoying the company of a man without interruption. Or a woman, for that matter. She stepped over a lacy bra. Her mind immediately began to contemplate how it got there: two lovers, lost in abandoned modesty. Maybe they came here for a picnic and were swept up by the overwhelming beauty, the piercing solitude. They rolled around in the grass, pieces of clothes coming off one layer at a time. Finally, they were down to their underwear, and in a fit of raw passion her bra was ripped off and thrown away, her voluptuous breast bouncing and free. Hands crept up to touch them, to massage them and feel their excited nipples…

Brooklyn realized that she was spending an awfully long time just thinking about the owner of the bra. She blushed harder at her absurd imagination. Make no mistake, she was fine with whatever lifestyle anyone wanted to live and got plenty of exposure the girls of the “other predilection” as she liked to put it. Though she had no problem with others living the way they did, the concept of a woman together with a woman perplexed her. Not that she’d considered it much, of course. Maybe it was her inclusive nature that kept her from exploring the idea. Not that it needed exploring, of course. She liked men. She’d even had sex a few times. She like it. Right?

She brushed away the idea by kicking away the bra. There was still something odd about discarding all of these perfectly good clothes. What happened after the fun was over? Did the women just go back down the hill short of whatever they took off? That would mean that some of them were leaving with no dresses or skirts, things that any normal, modest person would want to avoid being seen without.

Regardless, it was getting late and the hike obviously had her light-headed. It was time for Brooklyn to head home. She took one last, regretful look at the view from the summit. Discarded clothes aside, it was still an amazing, almost exotic site. Maybe she would come back in a week. Hopefully the wind would wipe away all of these distracting bits of underwear. Brooklyn adjusted the straps of her pack and turned. Again, she gasped. The summit had another surprise for here!