Mother Nature's lap

Zafira found the farm by chance and lingered. The open air kept calling her. She walked naked between the rows, letting leaves brush her skin. Soon her need became urgent. She stopped in the soft grass, bent her knees, and released a warm stream that darkened the ground beneath her. Relief washed through her as the wetness spread between her thighs. She closed her eyes and breathed in the earthy scent, feeling as rooted as the trees around her.