It was summer break and you had all the time in the world. Your parents had taken away your phone for being constantly on it, so being bored you were told of the old fashioned way of seeing your friend. You would have to show up and knock on their door to see if they were free.
You lived in a secluded/rural area so lots of open space and tree lines. His house wasn't far so you took the trek and made your way.
Along the way there was a lake that locals would fish, that marked the halfway point. As you went along, you noticed a woman perched atop a makeshift wooden fence with her toes resting on the beams connecting the logs.
She had a tall lanky appearance, around 5'8-5'9 with overalls and a tank top under it and messy light brown hair. Her shoes were no where to be found.
You stepped on a twig which alerted her. She turned over her shoulder and she was the one most beautiful woman you had ever seen.
She flashed a smile then bit her tongue.
"Don't ya know its rude not to announce and greet someone as you creep behind them".
Being flustered you apologize and say how you didn't intend on being a creep, just wanted to visit a friend.
"Good to know you're a local and not some punk causing trouble in a far way area. Now scram, you're scaring all the fish and I didn't come here to catch nothin".
Running along, you make your way to your friends. His parents cars weren't in the driveway so last ditch, you tried the doorbell.
After a few minutes, you knew he wasn't there either that or he really didn't want to see you.
No point in hanging around, you headed back to your house.
Although seeing your friend went bust, you were really excited to see the beauty on the trail.
Thankfully as you got back to the halfway point, you could still see her.
As you got closer, you made sure to announce yourself.
She turns, "well someone wasn't gone too long. Guess your pal isn't around".
You shake your head but stop in your tracks. You ask if you could hang with her.
"Hmph I guess. Not much for small talk though. You can leave anytime... no hard feelings".
You thank her and lean against the fence.
Looking down you check out her feet. Long toes and narrow soles.
You ask where her shoes are.
"Don't need em. I like to let these puppies breath when I'm out hunting".
Retorting how dirty and unhygienic that must be.
She then rests her reel against the fence and twists her body to be facing you.
Raising her foot to your face, she grinds her sole into your face.
"Well you can take your opinion about my hygiene and put a foot in it".
You grunt as the sensation and is strong and pleasant.
She removes her foot which leaves a dirt footprint across your face.
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