I took in the scenery around me as I walked toward the trunk. Id always loved this part of Sedona. The tall pine trees and towering red hills always took my breath away. It was still the off-season so the occasional tourist was rare. The sun cared little about the tourist season though, and even though it was late in the afternoon, the temperature was still up in the nineties. I was wearing the thinnest white button-up shirt that I could find and was not wearing a bra underneath.
I could feel the shirt start to cling to the perspiration on my breasts and when I looked down I could see that it was already becoming see-through.
I hoped that I looked irresistible. My long blonde hair was hanging down my back in a single ponytail. My large, round, firm tits were practically busting out of a wet shirt that was much too small for me. My plaid skirt barely came to the bottom of my high, firm ass. My white nylon thigh-highs and my black paten leather shoes topped off my outfit. I could have ordered it all anonymously on-line, but instead Id bought it all together at one store just to see the look on the cashiers face when he rung it all up.
I lifted the trunk lid, took out the backpack and stool that were inside, and then closed the trunk. The stool was not your average stool. The stool I had not been able to buy in the store, though I would have if Id been old enough. I had ... Läs hela novellen
