Zephyr felt the warm summer breeze brush against her tight shaved pussy as she stepped into the meadow. The sun beat down on her shoulders, warming her pale skin until it tingled. Her long brown hair danced in the wind, twisting around her neck like silk ribbons. She wore a thin, white sundress that clung to her large breasts, the fabric straining and pulling with every deep breath she took. Around her, orange wildflowers swayed in a steady dance, creating a shimmering sea. She inhaled the heavy scent of honey and wild grass, feeling a sudden, sharp spark of hunger ignite deep inside her belly.
The heat of the afternoon made her skin glow with a fine sheen of sweat. She stopped in the center of the field, closing her eyes to let the golden sunlight soak into her eyelids. A stray, playful gust of wind tugged at her dress, lifting the hem and exposing her creamy thighs to the air. Her pussy began to throb in time with her heart, growing wet and heavy. She spotted a long-stemmed poppy with smooth petals and plucked it, feeling the cool, sticky sap cling to her fingertips. She slid her hand beneath the fabric of her dress to touch herself, letting out a soft, needy moan that echoed through the quiet field.
"Oh, yes, right there," she whispered to the wind. "I want it so bad. I need to feel this flower tickle me. Please, just a little more. I can't stop now."
Zephyr spread her legs wide, exposing her tight shaved pussy to the open air. She leaned back into the soft grass, her large breasts heaving as she guided the poppy toward her clit. She began to tickle herself, circling the petal over the sensitive, swollen nub. The petal slid over her wet heat, creating an electric feeling that made her hips arch high. She dusted the flower faster on her sensitive clit and tight shaved pussy. The tension built like a summer storm, electric and heavy. Zephyr gasped, her fingers gripping the earth as she increased the pace even faster, the poppy tickling her. The flower flicked against her clit, driving her toward the edge of consciousness. With one final, hard flick of the poppy, her body jolted. A powerful orgasm ripped through her, leaving her shaking and breathless. She lay still for a moment, staring at the endless blue sky, feeling the lingering throb in her tight shaved pussy as the summer wind continued to blow.
