A Journey of Passion and Desire It was a gorgeous day for a drive. Heather drove along listening to the purring power of the red Mustang's engine, top down, sunglasses on, her long blonde air billowing in the breeze. She cruised along the backcountry road leaving a trail of dust in her wake. She had left that day going to my ranch, she needed to get out of town and escape a bit. Not knowing how the day would go she had dressed up a bit for the occasion, white billowy blouse that would show her breasts to good effect, black mini skirt and calf-high, low heeled, black leather boots to show off her legs. A black thong and a sheer white bra, that let the color of her nipples show, completed the ensemble. She liked to show her self off when ever the opportunity presented itself. Her stomach growled and she glanced at the box she had packed for lunch and decided she would find a place to picnic. About 10 minutes down the road she found a spot with a few picnic tables next to a rushing creek. Two cars were parked there. One at the far end of the picnic area, a couple was eating at that table at that end. The other car was parked at the other end and she could see the guy had his hat pulled down over his eyes napping the afternoon away. She parked close to the seconf car and glanced at me. " Not bad," she thought from what she could see. She casually undid a couple of buttons on her blouse, a twinkle in her eye, gathered up her lunch and got out of the car. …but everything was about to change
