Twist!

Brooklyn’s eyes shot open and she gasped. Her eyes darted around her. The sky was clear and blue. The forest around her hummed with the busy sounds of summer. She looked down to see her khakis, sports bra and tank top back on her body. She was sitting on a boulder with her boots and socks stacked next to her.

She took in her surroundings and let relief consume her. She’d imagined it all! The storm, the orchard, the stripping and prancing, and…

Brooklyn’s cheeks tingled as she thought back on her lucid, erotic imaginings. The sensations all remained: anticipation, lust, exhilaration, exhaustion. The emotions kept flowing through whatever door she'd unlocked within her. She brought her knees up to her chest, wrapped her arms around her legs, and savored them.

The sun was still high. She licked her dry lips. She fished out her canteen from her backpack and sipped from it. She lowered the canteen and swished the water in her mouth, taking a moment to appreciate the security of being clothed again. She was back in control. Back to regular Brooklyn. Back to her old self. She wasn't some devious, naked nymph pleasuring herself as a spectacle.

She swallowed and raised the canteen again. She sucked the water down in gulps and tilted the canteen until water gushed from the sides of her mouth and spilled onto her shirt. She drank until her canteen was empty. She set it aside and looked down at her shirt. She didn’t like how the fabric clung to her skin now that it was soaked. She whipped off her tank-top and sports bra and rolled them into a ball. She stuffed the ball into her backpack. She reclined back on the boulder and let the sunshine coat her. She squirmed, trying to get comfortable. Her khakis were suddenly irritating.

Brooklyn lifted herself up and stood tall on the boulder. She surveyed the landscape and unbuttoned her khakis. She slid the zipped down and chewed on her upper lip. Leaning forward slowly, put her hands to her waist and wiggled out of her khakis and underwear. She stood erect again. She hooked her last bits of clothing with the tips of her toes and flicked them onto her backpack. She let out a breath of elation and posed, proud and bare ass naked.

She no longer wanted to relax. Energy surged through her. She needed to move. Her adventure had only begun! She grabbed her map and her canteen. She looked to see where the nearest stream was and went skipping down the trail, her breast and buttocks bouncing along with her. She left her backpack and clothes behind to sit on the boulder in the sun, not caring when or how she’d get them back. She had an entire mountain to explore and a tan line to lose.

The End.