Ever since you were small you have known a simple life of poverty and want, but have always managed to stay cheerful and bright-eyed. Growing up impoverished has been hard on you and your family, but thankfully your neighbors have blunted the moral corruption of the more sinister men in society. There has always been a quick and easy path out of the small village of your youth, one mostly untroubled by robbers and evildoers.
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On a warm summer day like this, you like to dress in your spaghetti strap sundress, leaving your long, blonde hair down, and walk to the nearby meadow to pick flowers to sell in the market. It is such a day, and as you walk along the road you adjust your fading, worn dress that has become a bit small on your grown body.
The road takes a winding path through the countryside and there are barely anyone around except for the occasional farmhand or traveler. You quite enjoy the walk and being alone, making this one of your favorite activities. As you walk down the summer road, you see an unfamiliar, rough looking young man briskly meandering along the road in front of you. Feeling a bit unsure about this man, you keep walking, making sure to not look him in the eye and seem threatening or confrontational.
"Hello lovely!" he says cheerily, as if you've known each other all our lives. His blue eyes flash at you brightly as they catch sight of your pretty blue sundress, "Where are you heading today?"
"I'm going to the meadow," you say weakly, still trying to avoid his gaze. You can tell he isn't shy about staring at you, but it’s also obvious that he wants something from you. You don't know why he's so interested in you, but you feel uncomfortable and just want to go home.
"Oh I see!" He smirks, "I will go with you to make sure you stay safe lass. No harm should come to such a beautiful girl as yourself." His lecherous leer makes you squirm uncomfortably in your dress. You're really not comfortable with this man, but you feel helpless and weak and don't want to make trouble for anyone else, especially when you can't even defend yourself. So you acquiesce to his request, and follow him as he leads you down the road toward the meadow where you picked flowers earlier. As you walk down the road, your sundress and lush, blonde hair flowing around your womanly hips, you notice that the rough looking young man seems to be enjoying the view of your legs and ass, especially as you pull up the spaghetti straps further up your slender shoulders. You can feel his eyes drinking in your legs and cleavage, and you can't help but wonder what he might do if he had the chance.
As you walk along the road, you notice that the meadow is only a few hundred yards ahead of you. Soon, you can see the grassy field, and the blue sky above. Feeling nervous from his continued presence and your current predicament, you take a step away from where he stands beside you; "W-well, thank you for getting me here safely mister...?"
"Ah! The name is William, forgive my rudeness," He turns to you, smiling broadly, "And you are welcome! Thank you again for being so beautiful and easy to talk to."
He looks you up and down appreciatively, running his blue eyes over your slender legs, toned stomach, and shapely breasts. You blush and avert your eyes, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. You can't believe how forward he is acting, but you don't know what to do about it or what to say in response. You must get to picking flowers however, and try to ignore this rude young man.