She looked so beautiful, and so innocent in the clothes I had selected for her. Her long strawberry blonde hair flowed freely in waves down her back, brushing the waist of her white cotton sundress. I decided that she would be braless, and I congratulated myself on my decision as I gazed upon her erect nipples that were visible through the thin fabric.
I tore my eyes away from her chest and focused on the road. One hand was on the wheel, the other on her upper thigh, my little finger lightly stroking her as I felt the soft cotton become increasingly moist. I took a quick peak at her face and saw that her eyes were closed and her brow was slightly furrowed as she concentrated on remaining still for me. She was being a good girl.
Fuck it! I thought, and pulled over. It wasn’t part of the plan, but I didn’t feel like waiting any longer. We were parked on the side of an old dirt track and we were well outside of town. I could have taken her against a tree on the side of the road and it would have been unlikely that anyone would have seen, but I didn’t want to risk the interruption. I pulled at her knickers and commanded
She looked up at me and smiled, but it was short lived as she saw the look on my face. She became instantly compliant, and I could see the excitement and fear in her eyes. I got out of the car, took my backpack out of the boot, then walked around to her side and opened the door. I roughly pulled her up and out of her seat and she yelped in surprise as she landed on the rocky ground. I instructed her to stand up and follow as I walked towards the bush.
I could hear her get up and hurry after me, stumbling in her strappy sandals, twigs snapping as she made her way through the undergrowth.
I came to a small clearing, about 50m from the road. The car was now invisible, and I felt that we would be safe from any unwanted intrusion.
She stopped a few meters behind me and I could hear her heavy breathing. I turned around and looked at her. The white dress was torn on one side and I could see light scratches where an exposed thigh had brushed against an errant branch. Her hair was a mess, and she raised a hand in order to smooth it out.
“Don’t” I commanded, and she dropped her arm. Her eyes were on the grown and she was shaking.
“Take off the dress”
She obeyed, dropping it onto the grass next to her, eyes still downcast.
I stepped closer, and watched as the breeze gently blew her hair and caused small bumps to appear on her skin. She shivered slightly, but I knew it was more to do with anticipation than cold. I knew how much she loved being naked outdoors, how she enjoyed exposing herself to me. She was my little slut.
I found a patch of grass that wasn’t too rocky and checked for ants nests or any other unwanted insects. Satisfied, I put down my backpack, removed an old red tartan picnic rug and spread it out.