Found

Fiction
"          I really need this vacation," I mused as I walked the dog in the cool early dawn air. It was weeks after my wife had passed and halfway into the lawn season. My poor old dog, surviving even my wife and her illness, was failing now herself. Just the sight of the lead perks her up still, so now we are on a leisurely stroll, enjoying the peace and quiet of the back country road.

I had one of those Walmart shopping bags, the thin white plastic bags with their logo on it, in my left hand and two carelessly discarded Keystone Light aluminum beer cans already inside. I recycle most things, and this is my way of keeping the roadside freer of clutter and trash. I don't bend to pick up other refuse, only what I can redeem for cash, or put in my compost pile.

Have you ever seen an article of clothing on the roadside and wondered what the story was behind it? Of course you have. I've seen a sneaker, a tee shirt, a pair of sweat pants, a pair of running shorts, a boot, a Carhartt fleece lined canvas vest, and the occasional pair of women's underwear. My mind usually wanders into the following scene, a young couple in a car parked on the shoulder, getting frisky and tossing a clothing article out the window in their haste to bump uglies. Of course my mind went there.

Or, it could just be that some family was moving and a box lid opened and one of the contents spilled out onto the road. That happened to me once, a poorly placed wooden shelf dislodged itself from the tightly packed load, spun through the air and shattered upon contact with the road. The only heartache I felt was the fact that I'd put several hours into making that shelf from raw materials. It was replaceable, but still made me feel some kind of way.

This particular morning, while walking the dog, I found a sneaker, small in size. A few feet further, an ankle sock presented itself. Now, usually I find a single article, and rarely a second, but when I saw a second sneaker matching the first one, my curiosity was piqued. I pulled a second white bag from my pocket and returned to the first item, placing it inside the bag with the second and third.

The sneakers were a size four. To me, that's a child's sneaker. A few more yards away was a tee shirt, size 0. A second anklet sock appeared and joined the growing wardrobe in my bag. The next item found was a bra, 32A. It was lightly padded and damp to the touch, as if it had been in the dew all night long. I was wondering by now what kind of fun this girl had and what kind of explaining she had to do when she finally got home...nearly naked.

By now, the dog was in on the search. Her nose still worked and she was hot on the trail. She found the carelessly tossed, shredded style jean shorts that by the looks of them, left little to the imagination if worn. You know I searched the pockets for identification and found one of those small wallets that hold an id and maybe a debit card. Inside I found both and the owner was one Shelby Harrington from a southern town in my state who had just yesterday turned eighteen.

Well, of course you know where my mind went. She was celebrating her new found freedom in being an adult, flaunting reason and taking a devil may care attitude toward life. I envisioned her fully nude in a car throwing clothing and caution to the wind as she enjoyed her first night as an adult. I was brought from my reverie by the dog sniffing and huffing at the ground. She'd found Shelby's panties, a barely there thong in a bright chartreuse spandex. Then the dog started to bay. My hound was onto something and there in the ditch, fifty yards from her first sneaker lay Shelby, naked and asleep. Even my dog's nose failed to revive her with its cold wet slimy touch. Now I feared the worst.

Before I dialed 911, I waded into the ditch, still two inches full of water from recent torrential downpours and thunderstorms. Thankfully the temperature of the water was almost tepid, matching the ground and air temperatures. Shelby was on her back with water up to her ears. Thankfully I could see her chest rising and falling as she breathed. Her chest...she's pretty with her nearly flat chest, washboard abs, slender hips and thin muscular legs. She was just lying there passed out, looking so angelic.

I shook the thoughts of sex from my mind and tried to rouse her. I shook her shoulder and called her name, "Shelby!" Unsuccessful at that, I put an arm under her head and neck, and the other arm under her knees and I lifted her body, literally eighty-two pounds soaking wet, from the ditch and placed her on the grass further up the embankment with her head elevated.

My dog was just as interested in this cute eighteen year old as I was, but for other reasons. Again I tried to awaken her, "Shelby. Miss Harrington." This time her eyelids fluttered as I stared down into her beautiful face, hoping she'd wake up and explain how she came to be face up, naked in a ditch. "Miss Harrington, can you hear me?"

Her eyes slowly opened, and she tried to focus both them and her mind on the unfamiliar surroundings. "Are you ok? What can I do for you?" I was concerned for her wellbeing...and I think she's definitely fuckable.

She sat up on her own, and looked around at the ditch and then she noticed her nakedness, "Did you find my clothes?"

"Yes, they are right here in this bag. Do you want them?"

She smiled, "Not really. I kind of like being naked. It's so free, and uninhibited. You don't mind, do you?"

A wide grin broke across my face, "Not at all. I rather am enjoying looking at your pretty body, especially now that I know you are ok."

"I know all you want is to fuck me. And don't get me wrong, I'm not upset about that. In fact, I find it hot that you found me out here and you tried to take care of me first and didn't try to molest me."

"Believe me, the thoughts were there, but your safety came first."

She turned to face me and spread her legs a little, "And for that I'd be grateful for a shower before I thank you properly for being a gentleman."

She stood up, naked and pretty, "Mind if I walk your dog? She's adorable."

I handed her the lead, "Not at all. Mind if I walk behind you so I can get a better look?"

"No, not at all, but just make sure you come back up here so we can talk. You'll have plenty of time to stare at my ass, and any other body parts."
"How's that?"

"I know you are looking for an explanation as to why you found an eighteen year old girl, petite in stature, physically fit in form, nude in a ditch. How far till your house?"

"Its two miles up the road, so about a forty minute stroll."

"That should be enough time. Go ahead and get your gawking done and then come back here with me and I'll tell you everything."

She had the dog's lead in her hand, and I watched her ass as it switched with every step. She was just so tiny, so cute, and I wanted to bend her over and plow my now stiffening cock into her pussy. Her muscles moved fluidly as she walked barefoot in the grass, slowly, matching the dog's meandering pace. The dog usually walked twice the distance I did due to her zig zag path. The lead was one that payed out and in much like a spring loaded tape measure, allowing the walker to keep a steady pace while the dog wandered a bit. That slow pace made Shelby's young body look even more enticing.

I marveled at her figure, slight curves in all the right places, a firm round butt, a little gap between her thighs that showed her baldness which I hadn't really noticed before now. I got a little harder. Her calves were well shaped and had me salivating as the muscles flexed and relaxed with each step. Her thighs never giggled, but rather flowed with the grace of strength. Back muscles rippled as she swung her arms counterbalancing her leg movements. I was in lust.

After twelve minutes of lusting after her barely legal body, I walked up beside her to hear the story. She took my hand, "First things first, I'm an orphan. My parents died when I was four. I still remember them. They were only children, as am I. Their family was small so there are no relatives to fall back on. As you can tell from my license, I'm eighteen. My foster parents told me I had to go because they no longer were getting paid for me. I'm a high school graduate, with honors. I have a full ride to the college ten miles away, but I need a place to stay."

We continued our slow pace as she talked, "Here are the events that led up to you finding me in a ditch, naked, and asleep. My friends from school picked me up about twenty-four hours ago. They told me they were going to help me cut loose since I was so uptight about being kicked out. I want to say, I've never indulged, at all, in my life. I take too good of care of my body to waste time with drugs or alcohol. Last night was a fluke, but not a mistake."

I squeezed her tiny hand and got one in return, "My friends got me higher than a kite on some really good medicinal weed. It was custom grown to produce a mellow high that helped lighten the mood I was in. I liked what it did, but not enough to do it again. I don't like being controlled by a substance. As afternoon wound into evening, they produced a bottle of alcohol. I was finally coming down from my day long high from smoking all afternoon and they gave me booze. I got crazy drunk and I remember everything I did. I was naked by the time it got dark and we cruised all the back roads. All four of us girls naked in one car, hammered and high. It was liberating, and fun, but I don't want to do that ever again. Now it's just a story to tell when I get older."

I rubbed my thumb over her knuckles and she squeezed my hand again, "I'm ok. So, they finally stopped the car and we got out to dance in the moonlight. I told them that I wanted to find out something and took my clothes from the car and spaced them out the way you found them this morning. They all thought I was crazy, but they knew I had ideas about life and let me go try out my thoughts."

We had paused while the dog squatted to tinkle. I looked into her eyes and then slowly and hungrily down her body and then back up, staring back into her twinkling youthful eyes, "I want you."

She smiled warmly, "I know. We'll talk about that. But I need to tell you the rest of the story. As I said, I spaced the clothing out, random and haphazardly, but with a goal. I wanted to know if there were any good people out there still. I reasoned that if someone saw something out of the ordinary that their Good Samaritan side would prevail and they'd do right by me. You proved my point. I know, you saw a naked hot girl in a ditch. She was legal of age and vulnerable. You admired my body, but you didn't take advantage of it...or me. You were kind, caring and let me know your desires and intentions. For that simple act, you will be allowed to do as you wish with me."

The dog tugged at the lead, now fully extended. We turned and walked in the direction of home, now visible after rounding the curve. She kept talking, "Even when I spread my legs on the ground, you didn't take advantage of me, and I would have let you, but that would have been the only time. Now, you can have me as long as you want me. I just require one thing."

"What is that?"

"Your love. Plain and simple, your love."

I nodded. "I can do that...but it'll take time. You see, I just lost my wife a few weeks ago. I'm vulnerable as well. My poor old dog probably won't see this winter and I'm starting to feel the pangs of loneliness. I want to love you but all I can see right now is lust. Lust for a girl barely old enough, with a rocking hot body and you're just my type. If you'll bear with me for a spell, I know I can love you. I just need to work through my grief still before I fall headlong in love with you and your wonderful mind."

"My mind? Not my body?"

"You have a full ride. You must be smart. Smart people look at life differently. Take you for instance. You're naked, walking along a country road with a man almost old enough to be your grandfather. You are willing to have sex with me and live with me, but you don't know me. You have a beautiful mind and I know we're going to have great discussions. But I also know we're going to have amazing sex because a body like yours seems built for loving."

She smiled warmly, almost lovingly at me, "And it's because of statements like that is why we will be together five years from now. Oh, I bet that's your place, isn't it?"

"Yeah. Umm, this naked thing. Is it just a one-time thing, or will you be parading around nude all the time?"

She laughed hard as we crossed the road to my house, "Do you want me naked all the time?"

"Well, not in public...well, let me clarify that, not in places where nudity is frowned upon. I'm naked in the house all the time. I only put on clothing to go outside, but with my large backyard, I don't know why. Maybe I'll try it with you, naked in the backyard as well as in the house."

She laughed harder, her tiny tits bouncing on her firm chest, "Let's get in here so I can get a shower before I fuck your brains out."

"I'd like that. I'll go ahead and take a Viagra now. I don't want you to be displeased the first time."

"Oh, with a mind like yours, I don't think I'll ever be unhappy. I might have to work a little harder to keep you up, but I'm sure you're worth the labor."


A question struck me, "Why this road? Why the ditch on this road?"

She hung her head, "This is the road I lived on with my parents, fourteen years ago. I used to play in that ditch when it rained."

I knew her parents, had cookouts with them, "I know you. Your parents used to hang out with my wife and me. I'm so sorry about your tragic loss. I just figured you went to stay with family. I'd have taken you in had I known..."

She put a finger to my lips, "If you had, this would be kind of weird, wouldn't it? She grabbed my bulging crotch and I moaned. She continued, "I wanted to be here, close to them. I know their graves are nearby. I hoped that I'd find peace if I came here. I never imagined it would be in your arms, in your house, and in your love."

I wanted to contradict that final claim, but knew she was right. I already loved her, but the depth would come later, after I'd had time to put away thoughts of my dead wife.

A year had passed and it felt like only yesterday that I'd found Shelby naked in a ditch. She was still just as hot as a year ago, still naked on our property, yes, ours. We're married now. On our wedding night, after the ceremony and following the reception...while we were being chauffeured to the hotel for our first night she told me the rest of her story, "Baby, we're rich. Filthy, able to buy anything, rich."

I looked at her puzzled, "rich in love?"

She grinned, "No. Well, that too, but no, money rich. I couldn't tell you until I knew for sure that you loved me. I wanted to tell you when you proposed to me, but I wanted it to be your wedding gift from me. My parents had a trust fund. I found out about it while in foster care. I didn't have access to it till I turned eighteen. I'm sorry I kept it from you, but I wanted to know you truly loved me...for me. I know you do. Baby, I'm still going to finish up my degree for pharmacist and probably get a job doing that, but for now we're going to enjoy our honeymoon."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She didn't say it was her money. She said us. "We're rich" not "I'm rich." You know what else came with being that rich? Freedom. Our nudist lifestyle combined with our monetary status got us into some mighty fine nudist clubs. I retired and ran my lawn business, cutting exclusively for the nudist camps. My wife became pharmacist at all the colonies, providing a service they hadn't had before. We both finally found lives that allowed us to be naked, twenty-four seven, 365 days a year. I'm glad I took that much needed vacation last year.