The grey sky looked threatening, angry dark clouds low in the horizon promised rain. As I stepped outside the wind swirled playfully with the leaves on the ground, tossing them gleefully this way then that. Surprisingly warm, I nevertheless turned up the collar of my jacket and started the long walk to my local store. Living with a view of the mountains and away from society was always something I had dreamed of doing but I hadn't counted on having to walk miles to get the newspaper. Still it wasn't my fault my car decided to pick this morning to stop working. I enjoyed walking anyway because I always used the time to think about things , sort out problems and besides its supposed to be good for you...

isn't it? The road wound down hill steadily and I looked around at the luscious growth of plants of all shapes and sizes about me. Fascinating the way nature works.

Everything seems to blend together in harmony. Near the end of the unmade road that leads to my place I noticed someone else walking ahead of me. Too far away to recognize but definately a woman I could tell. I mean the dress was a dead givaway. Shoulder length darkish hair, being blown about by the wind was very appealing but more importantly was the light coloured dress she was wearing. It was well above the knee and in this wind was moving provocatively high around her thighs. I knew an opportunity when I saw one and increased my walking pace. I slowed down when I was able to get a clearer view of her. She had style and grace, her hips movings smoothly as she walked on the uneven path.

I watched her head slowly taking in the green of the bush around her, occassionaly concentrating on some flower that stood out from the rest until she was past.

But I was fixed on her dress as it swirled around her thighs, higher and higher it would go until I was sure I would see it lift up completely but alas, her hands would grasp it returning it to its proper place to deny me.

Then my spirits would soar again as another gust of wind would lift the hem, showing me more of that delicate flesh and I found myself praying that she would allow it to lift up so I could see her panties.

I had always had a fascination for womens panties since I was a boy and this opportunity was just made for me.I just had to know what they looked like.

What colour, what style.It just seemed to overwhelm me every time.This was no different. I could sense the longing building up within me and my eyes strained for a better glimpse of her panties. Each time the wind blew I held my breath, hoping this would be the time that her panties would be exposed to me, all the while the longing and desire grew until I felt that all too familiar darkness come upon me. I tried to fight it, I did try but I was weak...

weakened by my own lust and desire. My hands trembled and my breathing became heavy with dread.This lovely creature was going to be next...I knew she was.

As her dress danced on the wind teasing my very manhood, I knew she was going to be next and I wanted her. To be continued