Hot Hippy Summer - Sex Stories

Hot Hippy Summer

... waistband and it wouldn't require a lot of work to get a glimpse of one of Meg's tits with how low her dress is unbuttoned, but there's barely anyone around and we make it out of the station without incident. This suburban station has a sizeable parking lot, nearly empty by now. I'd picked my spot based on shade availability when I'd arrived, but realize now that this had other benefits too. It's a ways off, about equally distant from the station and the exit to the lot.

"Josh, where the fuck did you park?" Meg is clearly surprised that she can't see my truck as soon as we exit the station. I point to it at the far corner of the lot. "What the hell, that's in the middle of nowhere!" She exclaims angrily. Then it dawns on her too. "Oooh... it's in the middle of nowhere! Well, I expect you'll make this damn walk worth it."

I laugh and tell her I will, and also promise that I've got a cooler with ice packs and water in the truck too. It's too hot to move fast, but we move slowly yet purposefully over the blacktop. The sun is at least going down, and the long shadows provide some relief as does a small breeze that's started. About half way to my truck I pull my soaked t-shirt off and throw my arms wide to maximize how much breeze hits me. Meg gives a snort and an eye roll, then unbuttons her dress to the waist and follows my example, her tits open to the wind and sky. I laugh and playfully lift up the back of her skirt.

"If you're gonna show off the front you gotta show ...

... off the back too, right?" She sticks her tongue out at me, then uses the front of her dress to fan her crotch. We continue fooling around like this as we approach my truck.

I'm parked under a tree with my driver's side door facing the rest of the lot and station, while beyond the truck there's just a fence, some maintenance sheds, and then woods. I tell Meg there's a cooler on the front passenger seat as I unlock the doors with my remote. She practically runs the last ten yards, but as she rounds the back of the truck she slows. Reaching down to grab the hem of her dress, in one fluid motion she pulls the soaked, thin fabric off her. She spins to face me, dress balled in her fist, her tanned, sweaty body completely naked except for the boots.

"Come and get me, baby!" She throws the dress in my direction, then scampers to the passenger door. I just mange to catch the dress and by the time I arrive around the side of the truck Meg has liberated two water bottles and is pouring them into her open mouth. Much of the ice cold water seems to be making it down her throat, but streams are running down her nude body onto the pavement below. I toss my shirt and her dress behind her into the truck and grab a bottle from the cooler in the passenger footwell for myself. I chug about three quarters then pour the rest over my head. "Feels good, doesn't it? I'm feeling almost human again!"

"Human!? Meg, always I thought you were some kinda wood nymph. Definitely not human."

"Well ...