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My first playful encounter
My first playful encounter
It was in a strange land. When people spoke to me I didn't understand. There were old homes, castles and the cities had walls around them. The town we lived in was in the shape of a circle. In the centre was a huge church. Every morning, one was awakened to the sound of the bells. They were like your best friend, sometimes loud, sometimes soothing and sometimes just plain annoying. Surrounding the town were the tracks of lands that the farmers worked. My encounter takes place outside town. It was a warm fall day. Warm enough to make your body sweat a little but not enough for the sweat to run down your body. Our home was in the inner ring of the city. The bakery was making sweet milk buns and the smell drove one crazy. I left our home and went our for a walk as I did most days, but this time instead of turning right and going past the pastors home, I turned left went around the church and took the road off to the north. Not sure what made me do this, but I was feeling adventurous this day.
I walked until I left the town and was passing through a grain field. The grain was golden brown and almost ready to be harvested. The farmers here had no tractors or motorized tools. To do the harvest it would be sickle and scythe. Back breaking work. I saw the farmers, men, women and children, doing the work the year before. I admired them for their persistence. While I watched them, I came to understand that that all people were created equally. Each persons endowments were just different in strengths and weaknesses. When I was half way across the field I heard my name being called out. I recognized the voice immediately as Bonnie. Bonnie was the daughter of our neighbor. They too were strangers in this land and in that we shared a common bond. I stopped to allow Bonnie catch up to me. she was petite, with short brown hair chopped as if by a pair of runaway scissors. When she caught up to me she turned and shouted, "duck". As she hit the ground she grabbed me and pulled me down with her. "My sister is following me. I am trying to lose her."
Bonnie's sister, Robin, was 2 years younger and looked like she still had her baby fat on. She was pretty and nice and all but Bonnie hated her. I figured it was a sibling thing. I have a brother and sister, but they hung around each other and left me alone, so I couldn't appreciate Bonnie's feelings. While lying on the ground we could hear Robin getting closer and calling out to Bonnie. Finally she was right in front of us and saw us. The game was up. Bonnie told Robin to go back and count to 100 then look for us again. Like playing hide and go seek. Robin caught up in the game and agreed. As she was walking back, Bonnie and I started talking. We became distracted when we decided this was a good place to let everything hang out. Besides it was hot. We took off our clothes and laid against each other. Our bodies were sticky. It was the first time I saw Bonnie with no clothes on. She was a beauty. Fine gentle curves, clean shaven, with a birthmark on her butt that looked like a horse. I ran my fingers over her body. She shivered and returned my gesture. Just them we hear footsteps. In terror we grabbed our clothes and were about to run when Robin came into view. We had forgotten about the game. She said "found you." Noticing we were unclothed and not wanting to feel left out she removed her clothing as well. When I said she had baby fat, it was in her face only. Her body was super slim and as curvy as an "S" on a speedway. She came and sat next to the two of us. We caressed and explored each others bodies for a long time. None of us had ever been with someone of the opposite sex alone and in the nude before. I was as if nature had called us to her throne.
The tranquility was soon broken up by shouts that were getting louder and louder. We grabbed our clothes and peeked up over the grain. Some farmers were running towards us with their old style wooden pitch forks. They were mad. We jumped up and ran as fast as we could through the field into the woods and didn't stop until we were well inside and could risk the time to get dressed. After we were dressed we looked at each other and laughed. We laughed so hard our sides were bursting.
We walked the long way home around the grain field as not to run into the farmers. A few days later I ran into one of the farmers sons. He told us that his parents were mad at us. I asked him why. He explained that because we flattened the grain it would be extra hard to harvest.