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Sophie placed her school bag against the soft, green mossy bark of the old oak tree and squatted unflattering in the undergrowth, her grey skirt riding up slightly on her hips. She tried desperately to stifle her breathing only too aware that her heartbeat seemed almost audible in the relative silence of the forest. Sophie licked her glossy pink lips and stared transfixed through the greenery into the clearing. There, not five metres away stood four people; three men and a woman. There was a red blanket on the woodland floor, and the quartet stood around it chatting and laughing enthusiastically in the afternoon summer sun. The woman was smiling and nodding before finally the tallest man in the group handed her an envelope. She opened it and inspected the contents before placing it in her black handbag and nodding in approval. What on earth are they up to? Sophie mused silently as she let her pink varnished finger nail absentmindedly chip at the bark of the old tree. By this time the three men had moved away from the red blanket and seemed to be talking jovially amongst themselves. There was some laughter before the shortest of the three men finally moved to a nearby tree stump. He sat down and began to inspect a camera he had almanbahis been carrying about his neck, his expression suddenly serious and full of intent. Sophie’s attention shifted back to the beautiful woman. She was now standing in the centre of the blanket and seemed to be waiting patiently for further instructions. Sophie guessed she was at least twenty five, possibly a little bit older. Her feet were currently bare (Sophie could see her discarded sandals to the left of the blanket near the handbag) and her toenails were painted a vivid red. The woman was wearing black leggings and a sky blue vest top, in many ways it looked to Sophie as if she’d just gone out for a run … apart from the sandals. The woman’s hair was red and curly and wild, and tied back with a scrunchy into a loose ponytail. She was slim and tall. Suddenly and without warning the tall man spoke, his voice commanding, but too distant for Sophie to hear. The woman had started to get undressed. Sophie gasped almost falling into the undergrowth. She quickly clapped her hand over her mouth and steadied herself, her eyes bulging in disbelief. Her gut reaction was to run. But, fascination had gotten the better of her and she was now inexplicably tied to her spot almanbahis yeni giriş behind the oak tree. She shuffled from her position, her calves becoming uncomfortable, finally kneeling in the dirt and edging just ever so slightly closer the scene in the clearing. The vest-top was the first item to be removed. It was tugged quickly over the woman’s chest and head before being thrown unceremoniously on top of the sandals. The middle-sized man applauded dramatically causing the short man with the camera to laugh nervously. She smiled at the applause and cupped her naked breasts playfully before bowing. Her breasts were large and milky white, the nub of her nipples pink and hard in the cool outdoor air. The tall man lit a cigarette and leant against a tree. He watched silently, his face calm and serious. Without thought, Sophie’s left hand cupped her own small breast through the fabric of her crisp white blouse. She squeezed it a little, feeling her bra press against the sensitive skin underneath. Her eyes fixed on the woman undressing in the clearing. Click. The short man had taken a picture with his camera and he was now examining the image carefully on the digital display, his back to Sophie. The woman hooked almanbahis giriş her thumbs into the elastic of her leggings before rolling them down her hips unsteadily. She hopped on one leg for a moment before dragging them over her foot. Sophie quietly nodded knowingly to herself – it was difficult to look sexy taking off tights or leggings in any situation. Click The woman wore white knickers. Sophie wasn’t entirely sure, but they seemed to be silky and see-through at the rear. The tall man finally extinguished his cigarette and stepped forward onto the blanket. He stood next to the woman and whispered into her ear. His right hand was around her throat, but she seemed calm and at ease with the situation. He let his left hand cup her large breast for a moment, before pinching the nipple causing both Sophie and the woman’s mouth to open to form a perfect O. The woman nodded obediently before kneeling on the blanket and looking up at the tall man. The middle-sized man walked around the blanket like a dog in heat, his eyes never leaving the tall man or the woman. The short man stood at a distance feverishly adjusting his camera. The tall man quickly unbuckled his trousers letting them fall around his ankles. He placed his hands on the woman’s head guiding her towards him. The woman leaned forward and dragged his dark shorts down to his ankles. Sophie held her breath. As a girl of eighteen Sophie had seen a penis before of course, but not in real life.
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