I must repay him after that wonderful job he just did. I can’t stop. I love the feeling of the breeze. That’ll keep my shirt down. A few heads turn but I think they assumed it was my swimsuit. I need more! I wonder if my panties could pass for swimwear. Then again, he has been keeping it up for over an hour. I would love to make a skirt and crop top out of these. It was quiet earlier but now it’s like rush hour! I’m not wearing a bra, my tits are flat anyway. I get off the swing and head back home. Too embarrassed to stay. Although, if they did, they would get to see my new very expensive panties I just bought. This t-shirt is even smaller, I can’t use my booty shorts anymore, just regular panties for now. I’ll be out in a minute!”
Ranger: “Is everything ok? Dirty and sweaty from a long days work. Higher, higher!”
The nerves hit me just right. Wow, what a nice feeling! Something tells me people
