A Woodland Walk.
A woodland walk becomes exhibitionism, and then much more.
It was a lovely evening, perfect late summer weather, with warm air softened by gentle breezes. We had gone out for a drive, then decided to have a stroll through some unspoiled woodland not too far away. All I had on was a thin and fairly short summer dress and sandals.It was so quiet in the woods, nobody else in sight, a fact I commented on to Dave."Yeah," he growled, "and I bet the minute I start trying to get into you...