Seeing Purple

Heading out the door, his roommate asked where he was going so early on a Saturday morning. "Oh, you know, going to the cafe for some coffee and a morning walk. See you in a little while."

Walking down the alley is always fun in this city, because you never know what kinds of great, second hand junk people are going to put out for trash. When you're 'Dumpster diving', as some people call it, you never know what you'll find. All Dirk saw on this particular morning though were dumpsters full of leaves and dead weeds from all his neighbors spring cleaning gardening efforts. No worries, he thought, as he made his way to the cafe downtown.

It was only two blocks away, so he would be there in only a few minutes. But the headlines in the morning paper on the corner caught his eye: civil war in Libya, the earthquake in Japan - another Saturday morning and the world is falling apart. But as he stooped down to read the front fold through the glass display of the newspaper dispenser, he stepped on a rock which poked through the thin soles of his loafers and hurt his foot a little bit.

Readjusting his weight he went to kick the rock from under his foot - but turns out it wasn't a rock at all, but a dull looking ring. "Oh wow, look at this is pretty cool," he thought to himself, reaching down to pick up the ring he looked around and down the street to see if anyone was still around who might have dropped it.

Now this ring definitely didn't look very valuable, was kind of bent from whoever had it on before actually, and it was either silver or pewter - he couldn't tell. Holding it in his hand he could see that it looked like your average ring that you could buy at any gypsy jewelry store or local hippy shop.

It was about a half inch wide with five seamless bands and eight tiny pewter or silver beads tapered evenly around the band. And trying it on his right pinky finger, it kind of reminded him of the old mafia movies where the mob boss is sipping tea and ordering the execution of the gambling man who is in deeper than he should be with the wrong kind of people.

"Nice. Fits perfectly," he thought to himself and picked up again towards the cafe.

A woman in baggy sweatpants and a hoodie was walking her dog, and seeing him twirling his ring on his pinky finger said hello and then commented on the beautiful day. "Nice pinky ring," she said.

"Thanks, cute dog."

They both smiled and went their separate ways. When he got to the cafe he ordered his usual mocha and decided that he was going to sit outside and smoke a cigarette and take in a little sunshine and people watching on his favorite bench in front of his favorite cafe.

"Hey Dirk, good morning - for here or to go?" asked Rosanna.

"I'll take that to go"

"Alrighty, here's your change." she said, smiling.

Dirk had a crush on all the barristas at this place, they were all young, sexy, always smiling and wore fashionable clothes. This particular morning the cute wavy haired red head, Rosanna, was working. She had a coy smile that always made you think she was thinking naughty thoughts and more often than not she wasn't afraid to show her teeth as well as a little nipple of her tongue.

She was wearing a pastel purple cotton dress with straps that crisscrossed behind her neck. It almost looked homemade, and you could see that she was wearing a dark purple, satin bra with frilly straps underneath. Her dark bra contrasted nicely with the pastel dress.

With her arms, cleavage, and part of her back exposed her skin looked like ice-cream tastes when you're really in the mood for ice-cream. Dirk did a double take and then smiled, slightly intimidated by this beautiful barrista. "I wonder if she shaves her pussy," he thought to himself. "Why am I thinking like that?" and just as he was finishing the thought - she raised her arms above her head and bit her tongue a tiny bit, resting her interlocked fingers on her curls, looking up and was obviously thinking to herself. Her underarms were completely shaved and looked creamy and soft.

If she was butter, you wouldn't be able to stop from putting too much of her on your rice.

"Thanks," he said, and no sooner than that did she walk over to the espresso machine, where he could see that the dress stopped mid-thigh, revealing quite a bit of her creamy white, shaved legs underneath. I've got to stop looking at Rosanna as if she were just a sex toy, Dirk thought, smiling slightly at his own inner horny.

Skimpy thongs barely covered her feet and Dirk couldn't help but notice her tits bouncing as she worked the espresso machine like a pro. She looked over, and feeling slightly embarrassed at being caught staring at her tits, Dirk shook his head slightly in mock disbelief at himself and told Rosanna what a pretty dress she was wearing.

But he still couldn't stop himself from thinking to how he wouldn't mind reaching his hands up under that dress to caress her little, bubbly behind - when she interrupted, "Oh, you like it? I made it myself with material from the free box. It's really comfortable." Then she absentmindedly reached down and readjusted her panties through the fabric of her dress.

Out of the corner of his eye Dirk caught a glimpse of the outline of her panties through the fabric of her dress and started thinking all kinds of naughty thoughts. What would it be like to lift up that dress, get down on your knees and eat out that pussy from behind while she served customers, maybe fuck her doggy style against the espresso machine like a wild animal in broad daylight?

Snapping out of it, he saw that Rosanna was turning slightly red in the face, "Whew," she said, "It gets warm making espressos sometimes."

She set Dirk's drink on the counter and then fanned off her face with her hand - then she reached down and grabbed the backside of her dress and was over dramatically trying to cool herself down. She was obviously more than a little flushed.

Snapping out of his daydream, Dirk told Rosanna that he was going to go sit on the bench outside and have a smoke. He couldn't stop thinking about her sexy as all dress and how he wanted to make love to her, maybe up in the mountains or something.

"Okay, but you let me know if you Need anything.." Rosanna replied, clearly emphasizing the 'need' by lowering her voice and smiling coyly. "Hey, I get off work in a half hour or so, if you're still here let's go on a hike up the trail or something," she blurted. She clearly looked slightly confused at her remark, but you couldn't tell by her full smile and bright, gray-blue eyes.

"Um, okay - yeah sure. Let's go," Dirk managed to retort, walking out the door.

Bug eyed and confused himself, he made his way over to the bench and sat down. "Whoa, that's never happened," he thought. "It's like she can read my mind."

Now, if Dirk couldn't stop thinking naughty thoughts about Rosanna before, he was now consumed by her. Why would she want to go on a hike with me? What are we going to talk about? I've never even seen her outside the cafe before.

Sipping his mocha, Dirk's mind was racing with a multitude of possibilities and scenarios - "Okay, I'll just go with the flow. I don't have any expectations here, so there's really nothing to worry about. It will be nice to go on a hike and chat with one of the hipster girls.

Maybe we'll actually have a few things in common. . ." and as the thoughts progressed, his mind came back to that homemade dress and her creamy, white skin and red hair. "Maybe she'll hit on me or something, try to take me home with her. Rosanna sure would be fun to cuddle on a Saturday night.

As his daydreams were beginning to drift towards the raw & sexual, Rosanna tapped him on his shoulder. She was carrying a yoga mat in a custom yoga bag that doubled as a purse. Adjusting the bag she said, "I went to yoga this morning before work and I don't want to leave it here. You ready? You've barely touched your mocha."

"Oh, just daydreaming," he replied, noticeably startled and snapping out of it, "Sure, let's go. Which trail were you thinking?"

"I don't know. I don't really know why I wanted to go on a hike with you, but the idea popped in to my head and I kind of just blurted it out."

Just then a heavy gust of wind caught the front of her dress and lifted it, exposing Rosanna's matching pastel purple panties underneath. Her pantied pussy was now only a few feet away, directly staring Dirk in the face. As quickly as she could she grabbed the dress and pushed it back in to place, blushing full on.

"It's a little windy, eh?" Dirk chuckled.

"That's embarrassing."

As they started walking, Dirk's mind was racing again. Did I just see the outline of Rosanna's pussy lips through her panties on a downtown street corner? Man, this is going to be a fun hike. They made their way to the trail head, which was only a few blocks away, making what actually turned out to be quite easy small talk.

"Hey, keep a look out for me, I have to pee behind that tree over there," she said pointing at a large willow tree that marked the end of the city streets and the beginning of the trail head.

"Sure, no problem," he responded turning to give her some privacy.

Dirk couldn't help but to keep thinking about her purple panties, wishing she would take them off so he would maybe have a chance to see if her mound was bare as her legs, or her bubbly, bare ass if the wind picked up again.

"Oh, no." he heard Rosanna whimper to herself, "I dripped on my panties, I'll have to take them off so they can dry."

Hearing this made his heart start beating about twenty beats a minute faster. He could literally feel the blood as it thudded through his chest, which also brought his attention to his dick and his balls as they tightened up a little bit. Dirk took a deep breath and started to wonder where this was going. It was like everything he thought about Rosanna was happening, almost instantly.

"Oh, no," he sympathized, "Do you want to head back home so you can change," hoping she would say no and just spend the rest of the hike without anything covering her ass beneath her dress.

She came back stuffing her panties in to her yoga mat sack and looked like she was about to opt towards going home, when she blurted out, "No, I like the feeling of the breeze on my bare ass, actually. That doesn't embarrass you, does it?"

"Oh, um, no - no. Absolutely not."

The sun was shining beautifully through the late-morning clouds and Dirk was in heaven. He took another deep breath, smiled, then took a step down the trail. Rosanna stepped with him, the sound of loose gravel and the flap of Rosanna's thongs lightly thwacking her feet with every step.

It was now that Dirk remembered the ring he found this morning. He brought his arm up and out, holding his hand so that the sun reflected off his new possession. For some reason he felt a really strong connection to the ring, even though he knew that it was just another hippy dippy ring he found on the curb.

Twirling the ring on his finger with his left hand, he fidgeted and then pulled it off in order to examine and see if there happened to be any inscriptions on the thing. There looked to be a few illegible scratch marks, but not wanting to ignore his new, sexy friend he decided to put the ring in his pocket so he wouldn't lose it on the trail.

"Um, yeah, I don't know why I wanted to go on a hike with you, I'm sorry Dirk, I am supposed to be at my second job by now," Rosanna said with genuine frustration. "Shit, I can't be late again. Oh my goodness, look the other way. Oh my goodness, I'm not wearing any panties." he made out her mumbles to herself as he turned once again to give her some privacy.

"Yeah, I'm sorry - I didn't mean to make you late," he apologized, "You invited me on a hike, remember?"

"No, I don't remember, actually. Why would I go on a hike in these skimpy flip-flops? They are going to be completely ruined, and now I'm probably going to be fired from my other job." Rosanna took a deep breath, contemplating her predicament.

"Well, I'll walk you back downtown then. Maybe if we walk fast you can make it to work on time."

"Okay, let's go," she said, now flustered.

Fifteen minutes into their hike, they started to turn back.

"I need to apologize to you, Dirk. You probably think I'm some kind of tramp. I don't know what has gotten into me today."

Not knowing what to say, and slightly disappointed that this was going to be the climax of their adventure, he tried to convince himself as he replied, "Oh, don't worry about it. I totally understand."

He was only slightly frustrated at this turn of events, and besides, it really was kind of nice getting to know Rosanna a little better after all. "But now that we know one another a little better, you'll have to let me buy you a drink sometime."

Not wanting to sound rude after finding herself in this strange predicament, Rosanna agreed, smiling her cute little smile. She was, after all, feeling quite awkward after apparently inviting Dirk on a hike, only to take off her panties and then have to stop and rush back to her other job.

She was trying to remember what motivated her to go on a hike in the first place, even when all she had with her for hiking shoes were her new skimpy flip-flops. Dirk found himself not knowing what to say, and feeling slightly let down he put his hands in his pockets, only to start fidgeting with his new ring.

Looking up at the mid-day spring sky, and unaware of his fidgeting, he slipped the ring back on to his pinky finger - happy to be with this beautiful woman on this beautiful day, but wishing they were up at the lake further down the trail skinny dipping and making love or even just getting drunk on the sunshine and one another's company.

"Damn it, I'm going to be late," Rosanna sighed. "And there's nothing I can do about it now. Let's just continue on our hike and go up to the lake. What do you say?" she asked, sticking out and biting her tongue flirtatiously. "Pretty please?"

Now thoroughly confused, Dirk thoughts were racing again as they re-doubled their steps down the trail, heading towards the mountains once again. "Now we're back we're we were, except that now she has her panties on. Fine by me - but it would be kind of nice if she took off all her underwear again," he thought to himself as they continued walking.

"I need to take off these shoes or they'll be ruined," she said hooking them to her sack.

And out of the blue, Rosanna reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, took it off and out from under her dress in one skilled movement. Then she turned to face away from Dirk, reached up and under her skirt slightly, hooked her fingers around the elastic band of her purple, cotton panties, bent fully over at the waste, oddly keeping her knees perfectly straight, and pulled her panties down over her ass - exposing her buttocks and the slightest bit of trimmed pubic hair from the back side of her pussy.

Her butt was slightly freckled and Dirk got quite a good look at her pussy from the back side as she stepped out of her panties and turned around, adjusting her dress and putting her under garments back in to her yoga mat sack.

Dirk found himself wondering what in the hell she was thinking, and also hoping that Rosanna was getting as turned on by all of this as he was.

"I don't really know what has gotten in to me all of a sudden," Rosanna found herself saying, "but cyprene is starting to gush down my legs right now and I am starting to want to just grab on to one of these tree trunks and let you fuck me from behind. I have some lube if you wanted to fuck my pussy and ass up here in the mountains in broad daylight. If you wanted to come in my pussy that would be fine, but I also like to swallow. I have to warn you though," she giggled, "but I come really loud when I get my clit licked."

Dirk's face was blood red and he was starting to feel awkward in this moment. His jaw just dropped and he stood there staring at Rosanna, eyes wide with astonishment at what she was saying. Hearing Rosanna say these things was almost enough to make him nut in his pants right there.

"Oh my fucking goodness," Rosanna squeaked, covering her mouth with her hand and blushing the color of her hair. "What did I just say?"

A breeze started to blow, and Dirk and Rosanna just stood there for a moment staring at one another in silence. She was enjoying the breeze teasing the moisture from her wet sex while he was remembering what her pussy lips looked like when she thumbed her panties and bent over to pull them off.

That image, and the words she was speaking were stuck on repeat, playing in his mind over and over again.

"Want to taste my pussy right now?" Rosanna turned around, walked a few feet to the nearest maple tree, and with her ass facing Dirk she lifted her skirt up over her ass, bent over and hugged the tree with her pussy facing his direction. He could see that she really was gushing cyprene down her leg and that her pussy had turned red and purple. It was also puffed out and glistening in the warm sunlight. "Pretty please, just one or two little licks - that's all I'm asking. My girlfriend tells me I have the sweetest tasting pussy."

Dirk was creaming pre-cum in his pants with a raging hard-on at this point. But still, for some reason, he didn't know what to say. Then the thought occurred that he must be dreaming and so he decided, whatever the hell ever, there is no way that this could ever happen in real life - and so he was going to make the most of it.

He took the few steps towards Rosanna, unbuttoned his fly to relieve some of the pressure from his throbbing cock, and sat down Indian style on the forest floor with Rosanna's wet, musky pussy inches from his face. He loved everything about pussy: the fragrance, the taste, the texture, all of it - so he took a long, deep breath and dove right in.

First, he took his nose and wiggled it into and between her juicy, wet labia lips - sticking his tongue out as far as he could in order to try and find the clit he knew was nearby. He grabbed her but cheeks with both of his hands and pulled them apart so that he could get his nose in a little deeper.

He remembered his new ring, and didn't want to accidentally scrape her skin or get the ring dirty so he decided to take it off and put it back in his pocket for safe keeping. Nose deep, eyes wide open - while Rosanna was starting to moan. . . he took his thumb and started wiggling it into Rosanna's tight ass.

"What the hell? Oh my goodness." Rosanna cried out, lifting her pussy from Dirk's face and literally jumping in to the air and hastily trying to cover her sex with her dress.

Her arms were still scarred with indentations and outlines of tree bark from holding up her weight against the bark of the tree while Dirk was beginning to eat out her pussy, moments earlier.

"I can't believe this is happening. I have a girlfriend. You're cute, but, Dirk, I'm a lesbian - we can't be doing this."

Now thoroughly confused, Dirk stood up, having to reach his hand in to his pants in order to adjust and stop his throbbing cock and now rock solid ball-sack from contorting uncomfortably in his trousers. He got a little light-headed standing up with all the blood pumping through his cock, so he leaned up against the maple tree for balance. Dirk took a deep breath.

A single tear streamed down Rosanna's face as she readjusted her yoga sack and traced the outlines of bark marks on her forearms and face with her snow white fingers.

Dirk didn't know what to think about all of this, but his balls were so tight he knew at this point he was going to get a bad case of blue balls. He could already feel the muscles tightening around his groin and his dick was being pumped with more & more blood, bulging in his pants.