Naked in a beautiful mountain stream.

The next day after that pulse-quickening encounter with your crush Mary, when you had finished with all your farm chores, you packed some bar soap, and wandered into the beautiful mountainside outside town.

Covered in the sweat, dirt, and grime that you wanted gone, you hung your overalls, plaid shirt, and underwear over a tree branch near the dirt path, and walked right up to the shimmering river. You took a deep breath as the spring breeze blew across your flaccid member, and leaving your clothing behind was your first big mistake.

You waded butt-naked into the cold mountain stream, and started washing the soil off your pecs, midsection, and out of your mousy brown hair; the second major oversight here was that you didn’t bring a towel for drying off, nor covering up.

But the third, and most massive miscalculation was that you’d decided to bathe right next to the cute librarian’s favorite reading spot…

On her one day off.

She was so close you could almost feel her breath on your shoulders. You hadn’t yet noticed the bespectacled hottie’s presence, but Mary was sitting by the riverbank a scarce fifteen feet away from your naked body, with a clear line of sight to all your erogenous back muscles and round ass.

The black-haired girl couldn’t have known her crush would be bathing buck-ass-nude right nearby her secret reading spot, but did that mean she hadn’t noticed you here either? Did you luck out to the point where she wasn’t watching you bathe, or were you about to endure all your most humiliating fears?