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Leila´s Picnic Weekend

... request, she hopped down to the grass, turned around and leaned on the trunk. Some lotion poured on her back and spread quickly but carefully and finally a brief massage of her buttocks and her entire body had been protected from the sun. She wondered if the arousal she was feeling from his touch was going to wash the lotion off her legs.

Too soon it was over. David locked her purse in the glove compartment, picked up the picnic basket from the back seat, ensured the car was fully locked, and guided her across the small meadow and onto the train tracks. As they started walking along the railway away from the road, she realized that for almost half a mile her bare butt would be visible to any car that crossed the tracks. She shivered from the thrill of being seen this way, wondering again at how quickly she was changing from the shy girl who had been ashamed even to shower with other girls after PE.

The heat of the sun caused her to perspire lightly, which with the lotion covering her entire skin, caused her body to shimmer. She could hear cars passing, back on the highway, and knew that anyone in those vehicles who glanced down the tracks would clearly see her naked behind. She glanced back. David was walking well to the left, so he would not be hiding her from the motorists' view. She noticed he was perspiring too, hell, he was sweating. She wondered if that was just the sun and the weight of the hamper he was toting, or could it also be the sight of bare behind, ...

... sauntering down the tracks ahead of him? Unconsciously, she imparted a greater sway to her hips. After a few moments, she slowed down so that David would catch up to her, and offered to help carry the hamper. After that, they continued along the tracks side by side, the picnic basket held between them. Soon they had rounded the curve in the tracks, and were hidden from the highway traffic.

Some distance further on, the tracks crossed a wide stream, or was it a narrow river? David slowed down just past the stream, and then after a couple of moments studying the forest, walked down off the track bed, and started along an overgrown path that angled back somewhat. This was much harder for Leila as the branches would scratch her as she worked her way through the undergrowth, unless she was extremely careful. Fortunately, the path was not long, less than fifty yards, she guessed, and they arrived at the shore of a small lake. The shore was fairly rocky where they came out of the wood, but they followed it a short way to a small sandy beach. This stretch of sand could be easily seen from the tracks where they crossed the stream, so Leila again felt exposed. Yet there was a rightness about being naked here in the great outdoors. She still felt the arousal from being nude, but there was a naturalness about it that she had not felt in town or in the car; yes, a return to nature.

While Leila was looking around, David placed the hamper carefully in the shade, opened it, took out a small ...