It was a beautiful day, She really didn't need her jacket. She threw it to the ground.
The sun kissed her face with warmth. Hers arm craved a shiny embrace. Off went her blouse.
Another present for the ground. Her skirt quickly followed suit.
After that the little bits of material that were left floated effortlessly away in the wind.
A sly cool breeze made her nipples hard like little rocks in a mound of soft flesh.
Another mischievous breeze danced between her legs.
She felt so free that she spread her legs and let it flow from her.
In the distance she could hear the faint sound of an alarm getting closer and closer.
Was it for her?
It wouldn't stop.
She opened her eyes.
Fuck, she had wet the bed again.