Secrets of the summer

nackt im Kornfeld

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The sun hung heavy in the sky, its golden light flooding the cornfield that stretched out before her like an endless, shimmering sea. The girl walked through it, barefoot, with a naturalness as if she belonged here – no, as if she herself had been born from the earth, the stalks and the sky. Her white dungaree dress, light and almost transparent in the bright light, was the only thing she wore on her body. And yet – or precisely because of this – it was as if she had enchanted the world around her with a cheeky, untamed magic.

The straps of the dungarees kept slipping over her bare shoulders, teasingly, almost playfully. There was nothing under the dress. No fabric covering her skin, no barriers between her and the summer that embraced her with its warm hands. The dungarees clung to her like a loose promise, a simple sheath that covered more than it really covered. With every step, there was a hint of freedom, a brief moment when the wind or a movement revealed a glimpse of the curves of her body, as if nature itself wanted to unveil them.

She knew it. Of course she knew. It was in her gait, that carefree, almost defiant attitude that betrayed her wild soul. It was as if she had made a silent agreement with the summer: “I give you my inhibitions, and you give me your endless expanse.” The field, the flowers, the wind – they were witnesses, and yet she did not feel observed, but liberated, like a part of something greater that knew no rules.

As she paused, the wind also stopped for a moment, as if even nature was holding its breath. Her hand wandered playfully to the straps of her trousers, which were now barely holding on. A slight smile played around her lips, cheeky, challenging. She let herself fall into the grass, feeling the cool touch of the stalks on her bare skin where the dungarees no longer covered her. Her eyes closed and she lay there like a goddess, naked under the sun, hidden in the fields.

It was a moment that no one could hold on to because it belonged only to her. No gaze could steal it, no rules could destroy it. She was perfect in this moment – natural, free, raw. Summer was her dress, the cornfield her throne, and the world continued to turn as if she were the center of all life.