Opening it up to shield her from the yellow rays she stepped out once again onto the dusty pathway. The beads of sweat that had formed on her pale ski... caused straw the same colour as her hair to stick to Claire's back. She stood resting her front on one of the large posts that held the South Barn up, the side of her face pressed against the warm and rough wood. From the waist up, she was naked. Her slim body and small, pert breasts exposed in scandalous fashion and the top of her dress hanging. Good fuck...' As I turned I stumbled and steadied myself against a tree, I thought to myself "is this what I really wanted.' But before I could think of an answer two string hands gripped my arm and pulled me around. This huge hunk of a man was all I could make out as he squeezed my buttocks in his grip, his breath and clothes reeked with the scent o reefer. With little effort he lifted me up till I was face to face with him, he spoke softly in a growled tone saying '...put your legs around me. He laid me down on the bed. He takes off his shirt again. I pull atmy dress's shoulder straps. I then hike the dress up and over my hips.Henry then reaches around me and holds me tight in his arms. He lifts meup and I wrap my legs around his waist. I feel him unzip my dress. I feelmy large breasts pressed against his chest. 'So this is what it feelslike' I think to myself.Henry pulls my dress down to my waist exposing my breast encased in thebra. I grab the dress and slide it down my legs and. ” My phone buzzed and I jumped, throwing it into my locker as if it were illegal. I turned back around and smiled sheepishly. “Josh. Hi,” I said. He seemed even more embarrassed than I was. “Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.” “Interrupt?” I grabbed my bottle of sunblock and started applying clumsily. “I wasn’t doing anything.” “Oh,” Josh breathed. “You just looked…” I caught his eyes straying to my leg as I rubbed the lotion in. “What?” I asked. I guess it came off a little.