Vicky is wearing a green ribbon tied to her arm. A high school senior. You smile to yourself; the girl pays little attention to her surroundings, and keeps walking towards you. She is dressed in faded denim shorts, and a purple t-shirt. She is very pretty and her blonde hair is braided in pig tails. Her breasts bounce slightly as she approaches you.
When she’s nearly right beside you, you grab her ankles, and pull, she falls to the ground, falling on her stomach, and in a bit of luck for you knocking the air out of her. As she struggles to catch her breath, you roll over on top of her, and yank her t-shirt up, and over her head.
“Hey!” she says hoarsely.
You quickly pull the thin cotton shirt up her arms, and drop it to the ground beside her. Deftly you unsnap the two hooks holding her plain lycra bra in place, and then reaching under her slim waist, you flip the girl on to her back, and her eyes go wide when she sees that its her prey that’s disrobing her. You move to sit on top of her, your legs straddling her waist. Her arms move to cover her breasts, and you yank the bra from underneath them, and push it into her mouth. Her legs flail, and you pull off one tennis shoe and then another, tossing them in the foliage.
“Stop struggling, Vicky.” You say and she pauses, wondering how you know her name. Grabbing her wrists you bind them together with her bra. Her breasts are milky white and the nipples pink. Vicky has a well defined tan line. You pull her over to a group of pine trees a short distance away, and then stop behind them; they should offer enough cover that no one should see you if they come from the same direction as Vicky did. You tell her to stand, and holding firmly on to one of her pigtails, unbutton her shorts, and pull them along with her panties down her legs. Her bush is blonde like the hair on her head, and neatly trimmed. Offering no resistance, she steps out of her shorts and panties, leaving her wearing nothing but a pair of white tube socks. You remedy that situation, and pull them off her feet.
You spread her shirt out on the bed of fallen pine needles, and indicate you want her to sit on top of it. “Now, be quiet, or I’ll spank you.” You give her a quick kiss on the lips, and push her panties into her mouth before she has a chance to speak. Then you untie the bra from her wrists, and then re-tie it so that Vicky is tied to one of the smaller pine trees. Standing, you toss her shorts away, and look back at her. Her tan lines are so sexy, and her nipples have become hard in the breeze. You wonder if you might have time to do something more with Vicky.
“Mmppph” she says.
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