***EROTIC STORY MONDAY - Part 4*** “Let’s go skinny-dippin’..

***EROTIC STORY MONDAY - Part 4*** “Let’s go skinny-dippin’ first. A creek’s near here, down yonder. I never done skinny-dippin’ before … with a guy.” “I bet that creek’s cold ‘nough to freeze the teat off a frog.” “We’ll have’ta warm it up, or stick close to stay warm.” “We’ll be warmer right here.” “Beat’cha there!” Kitty pushed him away from her and scrambled over the side of the truck. She jogged through the field, tits bouncing back and forth wildly, going toward the sound of the babbling water. “Come on, Kitty, why do you gotta do this? All teasing me and stuff. It ain’t funny. I’m’a getcha though.” He slid into his boots, found his shirt on the ground, and then trotted after her. Nearing the creek, he called, “Kitty, you feel how cold the water is? So cold you can’t answer me. Should’a stayed in the truck, looking at the stars.” He stepped closer, trying to see her in the water, despite the darkness. “I c’ain’t see you, Kitty. Where’re you?” No answer. He didn’t hear any splashing either. “Kitty … O, Kitty,” he sing-songed. He tried to play along with her trick while not being caught off guard and shoved in to the creek as a practical joke. Skinny-dipping was her idea, and he didn’t want to go in first, especially if she had no intention of getting wet. He hadn’t found her. “Kitty?” he called more worried now. She had all but vanished, and, no doubt, wasn’t willing to give up her hiding spot until carrying out her devious plan. He took one more step along the bank and nearly slipped. He kept his footing, but then his truck engine started up to a roar. The headlights flicked on. He was blinded by the high-beams, which cast long shadows to the opposite creek bank and beyond that. He raised his arms to shield the brightness and called out. However, no one would have heard his loudest shout when the engine revved and roared. Jerry knew the transmission was being revved to its red line. He shouted louder and waved his arms more fervently. “Don’t mess up my truck, Kitty!” He heard the transmission engage, and he screamed in terror. “Kitty! Quit!” The rear tires spun, churning up dirt, digging deep grooves. In wild reaction, fearing the truck was about to lunge toward him, he jumped into the cold creek. He wailed again. This time, it was an amalgam of chilly water and a fear of a ruined pickup. He scrambled a few yards up stream to be out of the truck’s way. He knelt in the water, waiting, watching the truck. Then the headlights went dark. The field was black as his eyes adjusted for a moment. Slowly, the full moon’s light transformed the field to a shimmering silver, except for one dark spot, the dark outline of his truck. A moment later, he heard the door close and a few crunches coming toward him. **To be Continued...**