2 – In The Garden

She stops, momentarily startled by the sunshine. Then bends at the waist, resting her hands on her knees as she catches her breath, completely unconcerned as to how exposed her bottom is to any onlooker as her short skirt flips up in the breeze.
As her breathing slows she suddenly realises that she is exposing herself to whoever might be standing in the dark tangle of trees that she has just run through. She snaps up straight and pushes her skirt down over her bottom with both hands, a blush spreading across her cheeks.
She looks over her shoulder at the dark trees as her breathing returns to normal. There might be unseen eyes looking at her from the shadows, but she can not tell for sure.
But what she does know is that she is getting a chill, for even though she has left the trees she is still standing in their shadow, and it is noticeably cooler in the shade than in the sun. Her perspiration is drying, making her shiver, giving her goose bumps and making her nipples as hard as steel.
“Well I certainly can’t stay here,” Alice tears her attention away from her nipples.
She looks around, but does not really know where to go next.
Behind her is the dark tangle of trees. In front of her is a large open meadow. There is no road or path of any kind. In fact there is nothing else in sight except grass, not a tree, not a bush, nor any sign of a wall, nor even a solitary fence post interrupts the sea of green grass.
Nothing that is except a scattering of butterflies, yellow and white, fluttering softly in the sunshine.
Alice smiles at the butterflies. Then she shivers again and realises that she is still standing in the shade of the trees.
Behind her she hears the crunch of footsteps amongst the trees.
Alice hesitates, momentarily torn between the sound of foot steps amongst the trees, with the unfulfilled promise she had been chasing after so hard and the uninterrupted carpet of green that stretches to the horizon.
“Well I am certainly not going back in there again,” determines Alice turning away from the trees.
Alice takes a deep breath and sets off across the grass, with a determined stride.
The grass, though long, is soft under her bare feet. The green blades gently caress her legs as she walks.
“It is an amazingly sensual sensation,” sighs Alice as she extends her foot to take her next step. Her toes part the soft blades, that bend as she presses through and caress her skin as she steps, surging back in to surround her feet and legs with a thousand tiny touches.
“Ooh,” she can feel the goose bumps returning to her skin, though now they are there for a much more pleasant reason.
She steps again and sighs again. Her foot gliding through the grass. A delicious shiver runs up her spine.
“Ooh,” exclaims Alice, bolting straight upright.
She pauses a moment to let her heartbeat slow.
Once Alice relaxes she takes another step. Anticipating the sensual caresses of the blades of grass she finds that it is not an unpleasant sensation when it is not unexpected.
“In fact it is quiet pleasant,” hums Alice, her eyes half closed as she steps again.
The sea of grass swirling around her feet and ankles.
She takes another step and the grass tickles her again, sending a giggle racing through her body.
Each step is like a soft massage on her naked feet and calves. All the tension and tiredness, which she didn’t even know she had, ebbs away.
As she walks on she notices that she has to put a little more effort into each step. The grass is thickening with each step. Soon pushing her legs through the tick grass is like walking through knee deep water.
“An emerald sea,” Alice looks around and sees nothing but long grass gently waving in the soft summer breeze.
“Actually,” Alice looks around once more. “Where are the trees I have just left behind?”
She turns a full circle and can see no trace of anything except an endless sea of grass. She turns back the other way, but there is no sigh of the trees.
And now she does not know which direction she is facing.
“Oh, dear,” mutters Alice.
The endless grass ripples in the breeze.
“Oh, well,” she shrugs. “Any direction seems to be as good an any other in this strange place.”
And she starts walking again.
Even though the grass is ticker it is still exceedingly soft. Each stalk gently brushing her skin as it slides passed, surrounding her calves in soft kisses.
Soon Alice is lulled into a trance like state, with the endless caresses of countless blades of grass soothing each step and sending delicious shivers up her body. As she steps the grass closes in behind her, gently waving in the breeze, with not a mark to show where she has been.
Alice does indeed feel as if she is wading through an endless emerald sea with a thousand tiny sea creatures swimming up to kiss her legs.
With each step the sea creatures swim a little higher, and a little higher again, up her legs. From her calves to the soft indentation at the back of her knee. And across her knee caps. Flirting gently at the base of her thighs.
As the bades caress her legs she can feel a flutter starting in the base of her tummy.
The inside of her tights are very sensitive. The thousant tiny touches of the grass are sending a thousant shivers racing through her body. A thousant delectable shivers that shimmer up through her stomach and pool in her nipples.
“I have never spent so much time thinking about my nipples,” muses Alice, she has all ways had them, but has never given them much thought. “Until now that is.”
Now her nipples are hard. So hard they almost hurt.
“But it is a good hurt,” sighs Alice.
She feels as if her breasts are swelling up; as if she can feel them actually growing.
All her senses of sight and sound and of touch seem more acute then ever before. But mostly it is her nipples that are super sensitive.
As she walks she can feel the air flowing pass them, even through the stretched thin material of her distressed top. They are so sensitive she could almost believe that she can feel each individual air molecule that caresses her nipples. That, and the fuzzy feeling she was experiencing at the base of her stomach, are the sensations that fill her universe.
The tip of a blade of grass slips along the length of her slit. A shock runs the length of her body and into her pointed nipples.
“Oh!” Alice stops mid stride, one leg in front of her the other behind, as blades of grass swirl around the tops of her thighs. Her whole body is tense, her nerves on tender hooks.
A soft breeze ripples the grass, making it caress her legs, soothing her a little.
Alice finds she is breathing in shallow short gasps.
She takes a deep breath, holding it for a moment, then letting it out slowly and evenly.
She completes her step, the grass sliding passed her naked legs sends butterflies dancing into her stomach.
She stands there a moment, composing herself.
Then gingerly starts another step.
Her foot leaves the ground and is surrounded by soft tickles, which extend up her calf and along her thigh as she stretches her leg forward. The rustling grass clings tightly as she completes her step, pushing her weight on to her front foot and pulling her leg under her.
But with a sudden surge the blades of grass swirl up around the very tips of her thighs, right in to the creases at her hips and tickles the lips of her cunny.
“Ah,” exclaims Alice as another jolt of excitement runs through her body, her breathing once again turning ragged.
Alice looks around, but the swirling grass streatches in all directions as far as her eye can see.
“I’ll never be able to make it through this place,” Alice can feel tears building up in her eyes. “I’ll drown in a sea of sensations, if I am to feel this way with every step.”
Alice leans forward and spreads her hands wide to push the blades of grass out of her way as she steps. But the grass is like water as soon as her fingers push the blades aside another wave of blades push in behind them. And as she steps the grass once more surges up to tickle her.
“Ah,” grunts Alice as she falls forward into another step.
“Ah,” again.
And “Ah,” again.
Each step a beautiful agony as an orgasm starts to ripple through her body.
“Agh, agh! agh!”
Step, step, step.
Her eyes closed, her arms waving aimlessly in front of her.
Step, step, step.
“Ump, ump! Ump!” as the sensations flow in waves from the tips of her toes, surging up through her body and exploding inside her head.
“Agh, Agh! Agh!”
She no longer knows if she is stepping, or falling, or floating.
“Ah, ah! Ah!”
Her whole body convulses.
“Oh, oh! Oh!”
She rises up as a tide of pleasure rips through her. Sending her soaring. And leaving her to float slowly back down to earth.

Chapter 3- Go Fly a Kite