Catch the Moment

“What are you doing?”

“Oh my gosh!”

“What’s happening, Sandy? Are you okay?”

A slight squeak, turned moan. Sandy frantically tore at her clothing. Between the sounds and heavy breathing, she was too occupied to respond, if she even heard. The clothing flew in all directions were being shed like snakeskin. It appeared as if there was a snake in them.

Cassie tried to grab her sister’s arm, narrowly missing as a pair of pants zinged passed her head. By all appearances Sandy had completely lost her mind. What was going on? Sandy was always modest, never wearing clothing too snug or skimpy, but here she was down to underwear in a public park.

A flying red hoody caught his attention in the frame. No sooner had his vision focussed then another article was flung to the ground. Blinking to make sure he was actually seeing what he was viewing to be truly happening. This did not appear to be a strip tease as a beautiful woman, stomped her feet and nearly ripped her bra as she tore it off. Naked breasts. Uncomfortable, he lowered his eyes and yet unable to stare at his runners any longer he looked back at the stripping woman. Another woman was whispering to the half naked one, hands help up, begging. The pants came next, breasts jiggling and bouncing. 

Lowering his arm while turning off his cell phone. Completely forgetting he was filming. Swinging his gaze to the couple with him, only to see them kissing. Well now, where could he look? The flowers were vibrant and plentiful along the path but did not hold the eye of the beholder long enough. Peaking through his lashes, he noted a pair of black panties fly toward the clothed lady’s head. 

Watching in horror, Cassie could only stand back and place her hands over her mouth to keep the cry in. Sandy was taking the last piece of covering off. Not really wanting to see her sister nude, but shock and confusion kept Cassie staring. “Oh God.What’s happening?”

The panties landed on Cassie’s shoes, as Sandy gasped then snarled. 

“There it is. I found you, you dirty, sneaky beast,” she uttered.

With her shoe held high above her head, she rushed, completely naked and barefoot, towards something. As she hammered the shoe onto the ground, she whispered, “take that.”

Alarmed, he saw a shoe raised above the nude one. Was she going to hit the other person? What the heck?

Mouth hanging open he watched as she jumped passed her company. The shoe was slammed into the ground a few times, tuffs of grass flung through the air. The tirade ended with arms raised in triumph and a breath-taking smile. The woman was something to behold. Shaking his head in wonder, he knew to look away and noticed the phone his buddy held to him. The couple wanted photos taken again.

Pleased with her success, Sandy raised her arms in victory and a big smile. 

“I got it, Cassie.”

“Got what?” Cassie’s voice quivered.

“A spider. Well, at first, I didn’t know what it was when I felt it fall down my shirt.”

“A spider? You’re naked in the park because of a spider?”

“Ahh. Umm. Yes. You know I hate spiders. Oh dear, where’s my bra.”

Appearing to come into herself Sandy searched for her clothes. 

Shaking her head, Cassie went to see the damage where the grass tuffs were pulled up. The shoe beat the turf surprisingly flat. A few fairly large spider legs and a very flat body that may have been a spider lay in the dirt. Taking note of the remains were of a larger spider, Cassie shivered. She did not like them either, but never to the level that Sandy felt. Movement off in the distance caught her eye.

There were three people standing and talking, only meters away. Their words carried away on the breeze. Not appearing to notice her and her naked sibling amongst the trimmed trees of the grounds. 

Feeling her blood rush again, she ushered Sandy behind a few bushes. “Get dressed. There are people by the pond. Hurry.”

Her arms full of her discarded clothes, Sandy took notice that the strangers were not looking in her direction and dashed behind the bushes. Scurrying quickly, replacing her clothes back on after each article was vigorously shaken with the hopes any other spiders would be dislodged if any remained on the fabric.

Glancing at the group, she noticed one man facing in their area, but looking away towards the pond. Pausing in redressing to take in his handsome profile. The man was near her age and breathtaking. Shaking her hoody out she pondered if she saw him again. With the knowledge of seeing him again most likely remind her of the tickling and pokey feeling of the spider’s legs on her breasts and belly she decided she did not want to ever see him.

The naked woman had disappeared. Glancing around and seeing no one, Eric surmised it was for the best. The shock of looking up to see a stunning view was not an usual happening. He had not wanted his sister to catch him staring, so he avoided looking in the area of the sight. Not saying a word, he figured it would cause all parties less embarrassment. Besides Marti was too goo goo eyed over Frank and kept pestering him to take photos of the happy couple.

Newly engaged and mushy was the way to describe them. He was happy for them. Frank was a long-time friend. Hanging out together had been their idea, but he could not help but feel like a third wheel at times. Sighing and glancing in the direction of the disappearing naked beauty, Eric followed Frank and Marti out of the park. The memory would remain in his mind and his phone. The video would have its’ own file. Then second guessing the morality of having such a film had him wondering if he should delete it immediately. Then again, he may not have gotten the action because he had forgotten what he had been doing when all the action started. 

“Hey, pokey. Hurry up,” Marti called.

He would look later, in private and decide on choices then. Catching up, he asked if the park was a good place for their wedding.

Sipping her beer, swaying to the music, Sandy ran her gaze over the bar’s patrons. It was full tonight. Everyone was having a good time. Cassie was taking orders, laughing with the customers, it was obvious she enjoyed her job. Blinking, she sucked in her beer.

‘Oh no. Not him.’

Choking on the liquid, she turned away. Mopping her watering eyes, she jumped when Cassie spoke in her ear.

“You okay? You know ‘suck it back’ is only a figure of speech.”

“I’m fine. It went down the wrong tube.”

“Better?”

Nodding, she gained her breath. The man from the park was one of Cassie’s customers. Hoping against hope, the guy had not seen anything. Peaking over her shoulder to see where he was, Sandy breathed deeply.

Locking eyes with him, she knew she had been seen in the park. The return gaze held a guarded question. There, written in his eyes, was the confirmation he had seen her undressed, looking the part of a mad woman.

It was her. The naked lady from the park. The one with the most stunning smile he had ever seen. Her denim covered backside was quite appealing, as well.

Staring back at him, he realized her wide eyes held shock and fear. Did she see him filming? He did not think she had. Having to check while he was alone earlier in the evening to see if he had actually caught the surprising event at the park. He had caught most of it. His arms must have froze while the clothes came off, he had gotten quite the film. The moral dilemma raged within him, even while the film was saved in a different location on his cell phone. No one but him could ever see it. None the less, it still felt wrong.

Feeling his cheeks heat, he knew he was blushing. Dang blushing. It always gave him away. At that moment, the waitress came with their tables’ drinks. She eyed him closely, not a slight tip to her lips. His face must have been very red.

Thanking her, he turned away. Needing to focus on the present time, Eric tried to see the lady at the bar, looking back at him. The evening was going to be a long one.

He had seen Sandy. The red cheeks, the guilty expression. He knew; he saw too much. That was why she had choked on her drink, Cassie guessed. She was going to keep a close eye on both of them. It would be entertaining, but also to be able to protect her sister. At least the man appeared to be on the harmless side.

“Cassie,” Sandy waved her sister over. “I think I might go home.”

She smiled an odd smile and replied. “Not yet. Will be off for a break in twenty,” then walked away.

That was strange. But she could wait and not look in the man’s direction. Sandy had watched him a few times while he talked and laughed with his friends. When he caught her looking twice, he stood straighter, stiffing. Meeting her curious expression with hooded eyes. Each time his lips twitched, but not quite into a smile. These were interrupted by someone asking her to dance.  

After the break, Sandy left. The stranger’s eyes followed her as she left. The sad, disappointed face looked let down. Smiling her best, Cassie asked him if he wanted another which he declined. As soon as she left the table, she heard him tell his friends he was heading outside for some fresh air. 

Watching him from the corner of her eye she took a break and followed him out the back doors. He did not notice her when she stood above him on the stairs.

Elbows on knees sitting and holding his phone. In full screen was Sandy. The moment she had killed the spider. Zooming out some to the tops of her breasts, then closer back to her face.

Quirking a brow, Cassie stayed still. Waiting for his next move. After a couple of deep breaths and scrubbing a hand across his face he tapped delete on the video.

“That’s good of you. My sister would’ve hated it that someone out there had that video.

Scrambling off the stairs, the man stared at her in horror. “I didn’t know anyone was there.”

“Thank you.” Grinning she held a hand out, “I’m Cassie.”

“Eric,” meeting hers with a trembling callused one.

“So…Would you like to meet that crazy woman?”

“I think so.” Shock was the best to describe this expression.

Giggling, she nodded and stepped through the open door. “Be here next Saturday.”