Listen to her body

Brooklyn rolled her tongue across her lips, savoring the taste of the fruit that still clung to them. She massaged her breasts and worked her fingers around them. She leaned her head back against the tree. Brooklyn closed her eyes and smashed her breasts tightly together. The rain came down in a pounding roll all around her. She relaxed her hands and let her fingers crawl to the edge of her sports bra. They snaked beneath the elastic. She gripped and tugged hard. Her breasts bounced lightly as they were suddenly pulled up and freed.

Brooklyn stood and felt the air chill her bosom. She caught her breath and gulped hard. Her nipples tightened. She twisted the sports bra that she held high above her head like a ribbon and let the water sprinkle down on her. It ran across her forehead and splashed onto her chest.

This was the adventure she’d wanted all of her life. She was no longer the bookworm, no longer the quiet girl in the corner. Brooklyn suddenly wanted all of them here: every boyfriend that told her she was too much of a prude, every so-called friend that told her she was too boring, every lab-partner that told her she needed to get out more. She wanted them to see her now and eat every last one of their words. Does a woman who stands topless in the rain need to get out more?

Brooklyn let the idea of being watched linger in her mind and began to marinate in the thought- their speechless mouths hanging open, their eyes glued to her. But…a topless woman can only hold a gaze for so long, she devilishly reasoned. What could she do to keep their attention? She twisted her bra into a tight knot, binding her hands together, and brought it to her chest. She opened her eyes and looked out seductively to her imagined audience.

“Simple,” she said, breathing harshly through her mouth.

“Put on a little show.”

Brooklyn unwound her hands and threw her bra away, not caring where it landed. She put her hands on her hips and began to strut down the orchard. She stepped to the beat of a drum that pulsed in her head. She knew just the routine she wanted to do. She’d run through it countless times in her head. A few nights she’d come close to actually performing it alone in front of a mirror in her apartment. But here, now, in the vivid, wild open she was ready.

Brooklyn stopped her strut and slid her hands up her sides, crossing them across her abdomen and cradling her breast. The chill of her hands against her nipples thrilled her and made her shudder. Her shudder turned into a rhythmic shake and she started to twist her hips. She massages her exposed boobs until the chill melted away. She let the warmth comfort her for a moment and then got back to business. Brooklyn turned on the balls of her feet and brought her hands to the waist of her khakis and hiked them up with a tug so that they were snug against her plump, toned ass. Leaning forward slightly, she rubbed her thighs together, giving every ex of hers a delectable view of what they were missing. She then straightened her stance, put her hands back on her hips and strutted back the tree at the edge of the orchard. She put as much pop into each step as her hips could stand.

Brooklyn reached the tree and turned, relaxing against it and taking in air in gulps. She looked out at the orchard that she filled with spectators.

“What? You want more?”

Brooklyn let a devious half smirk sneak up her cheek. She ran her hands through her hair and rubbed her ass gently against the root of the tree. The scent of the orchard consumed her. Whatever was in that fruit, it had unlocked something. Something wicked. Brooklyn wanted more, too.

“You haven’t seen anything yet. Enough fucking around.”

She turned and braced herself against the trunk of the tree, whipping her hair back and forth. She rubbed her thighs together more violently, her ass cheeks jiggled with her motions. Brooklyn looked over her shoulder, biting her lip. She steadied her hips and brought her fingers back to her sides. She hooked the waist of her khakis and winked back at her audience. She pulled down, making sure snag her panties as well. She didn’t want to waste any more time getting to where she wanted to be. The sensation of her soaking khakis sliding down her thighs tickled her. She gasped as the thick air hit her ass and wafted between her legs.

When the khakis reached her ankles, she leaned forward further and braced herself against the tree again. She rocked her freshly exposed buttocks back and forth.

“How’s this? Adventurous enough for you guys?” she said the words through gritted teeth and delighted herself with the aggression.

“Huh? How about this?”

Brooklyn licked two fingers of her right hand and swatted the side of her ass cheek. The sound of the smack and the tiny pinch of pain made her knees tremble. She watched her cheek give the smallest jiggle. She stood tall and stepped out of her khakis. Then she bent forward one more time and picked up her panties from inside her muddied, crumbled shorts. She put one hand back to her hip and strutted back into the orchard, spinning her panties on one finger.

“I hope you enjoyed it, seeing my naked ass in the middle of the forest. Enjoy what you’re never, ever going to get.”

She stopped after a few more paces and squared her hips. She held up her panties in both hands by the elastic and sling-shot them into the air.

“Woof,” she said, standing defiantly with her fists balled at her waist, soaking wet and naked as the day she was born.

Brooklyn blinked. She stared out to where she’d shot her panties, unable to see where they’d landed. The last few moments rushed back to her: peeling off her clothes, putting on a strip routine…Did she really spank herself in front of an imaginary crowd?!

Brooklyn looked down with trepidation. She saw her perky brown nipples looking back up at her. She relaxed her fingers and brought them to her front, feeling the tiny, groomed tuft of hair. Sweat trickled down her back and tickled the crack of her behind. A wave of emotion surged out of her pores. She was outside gyrating and jiggling without any clothes on! As a reserved woman of science, she felt…