A young farm girl goes for an innocent stroll one day in her new, pretty dress and shoes and finds herself in a pit of quicksand when she tries to cross a creek bed.
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“A Lovely Eleven Morning”
A 15 min 34 sec recording.
A Lovely Eleven Morning (read title out loud)
NARRATION:
It was a beautiful sunny morning and I decided to go out for a walk through the woods. Today was my 16th birthday so I picked out my favorite pink dress and pretty new shoes and got ready to head out. The dress had poofy sleeves and lots of cute little bows and embellishments. I felt really pretty wearing it. I had decided to rub some baby oil all over my legs before going out today. I loved the way it made my legs look all slippery and shiny. I slid my hands over my young smooth thighs, rubbing the oil all in. mmmmmm I didn’t know it at the time but several of the older boys on the farm liked to stare at my legs as I strolled around, skipping and twirling all innocently. (girly giggle)
My dress was also very short, well above my knees, so that, combined with the gleam of my bare oiled up legs, was definitely going to get some attention today. I also decided to slip on my new thong panties that day. The thong was made of shimmering white satin, with a beautiful sheen that glimmered in the light, with two pink butterflies embroidered on each side in the front, and another pretty pink butterfly where the straps met in the back. The panties fit perfectly. I had never worn a thong before, and so part of me couldn’t help but feel a little naughty as I pulled the delicate satin strap tight between my butt cheeks. It almost felt like I was wearing nothing at all, which made me blush at the thought of it. I had always been such a prim and proper young lady, so wearing the dainty satin panties definitely made me feel a little bashful, and also a bit coy.
I had always been told to mind my dress as the workers were ever eager to catch a glimpse up my skirt when I walked around the farm. More often than not though, a gust of wind or a quick twirl would flare up my skirt or dress and my cute girly panties would be exposed for all to see, even though I was almost always oblivious to it. Needless to say the older boys were quite pleased whenever this happened and they always enjoyed catching sight of my delicate little panties and silky smooth thighs fairly regularly. (girly giggle) Finally I slipped on my lovely shoes which were dainty heeled sandals with pretty pink ribbons that laced around my ankles and tied in a little bow. I looked myself over in the mirror once more and felt very satisfied with my outfit.
(cute soft girly humming, very sweet and innocent sounding as if having a pleasant stroll)
I sauntered down the path, skipping and twirling innocently, with the wind occasionally catching under my dress, making it billow up and exposing my cute butterfly panties. At the edge of the forest was a small trail which I decided to take. The weather was so beautiful and the sound of the pretty birds chirping, and the soft wind blowing through the trees instantly put me in a very happy mood.
(cute soft girly humming again)
Somewhere in the distance I heard the clock tower strike eleven o’ clock and I smiled. I was reminded of a song I loved to sing as I continued down the trail.
SINGING:
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11
Eleven o’clock, time to get up!
It’s a lovely eleven morning
I heard eleven worms yawning (girly yawn)
I saw eleven cows sleeping midst the buttercups I said how’s your cottage cheese? and they said
Oh dry up! Oh! (shocked)
Eleven pretty birdies in the trees
Bright yellow beaks and pinky knees
Eleven chicks hatching, eleven cats scratching
Eleven’s the number for me (cute girly laugh)
Eleven ducklings quacking, Eleven pigs, lips smacking
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11
Eleven’s the number for me, don’t you see?
Eleven’s the number for me.
NARRATION:
The forest trail led to a dried up creek bed with a few puddles of muddy water on its surface. I peered over the edge of the creek and decided that it looked far too muddy for me to cross. The surface looked like it was made up of dark brown mud, and there was no way I was going to get my pretty new outfit all dirty trying to cross here. Just the thought of getting my cute little shoes all muddied up was appalling enough. I was just about to turn around when I noticed a large tree had fallen over the creek and was acting like a bridge which I could use to get across. As I climbed onto the fallen log, my dress caught on some twigs and it took some time before I was able to free it, and hide my pretty white butterfly panties again. I started blushing all humiliated. Luckily no one was around to see. I composed myself and eventually made it on top of the log. I extended my arms to either side of me, trying to keep my balance, and started to cross. I was so pleased with my resourcefulness that I started singing again as I crossed over the creek.
(singing)
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11
Eleven’s the number for me, don’t you see?
Eleven’s the number for me.
oh…oooooh….oooh…(as if wobbling off balance)
(girly high pitch shriek as if falling from something)
(cute gasp as you land splat in yucky mud)
Oh!…. (all shocked)
eewww….oh my goodness….I’ve fallen in mud!
oh yuck, it’s all over my dress!
(sharp girly gasp) oh my, my shoes are ruined too!
(girly grunts and sexy exertions as you try to pull your legs free unsuccessfully)
I’m stuck!
(more girly struggles)
Oh! It’s holding my legs so tight! let me go!
(more struggles)
Let me go, you Awful Mud! Let go of my legs! Please!
(more struggling and then a sharp gasp)
No! Oh good heavens, I’m sinking! (high pitch squeal)
(pause)
Oh my!!
(more desperate struggles)
Oh! It’s sucking me down like quicksand! (higher pitch when saying quicksand here) EEEK!
NARRATION:
The yucky quicksand slurred all around me as I tried to pull my legs free. oh, i kept tugging and pulling but the filthy mud just clung to my legs like stretchy glue. (dismayed exhale) ew…gross…Whenever i tried to pull one leg free, the other one would just sink deeper.
– (girly gasp) oh my goodness! It’s sucking me down!
– (struggles, make sound like straining to get free only to suddenly plunge in deeper)
– OH!! oh yuck….
– Someone help!! oh my, i’m sinking in quicksand!!
(struggles)
NARRATION:
I was trapped up to my knees now. The quicksand crept up my legs, my sweet little struggles only causing the mud to splash and slap against my lovely thighs as I was drawn deeper. I became all offended by the constant barrage of yucky slop splattering against my smooth thighs. The filthy mud ran down my legs, repelled somewhat by the shimmering baby oil applied all over my thighs.
– Oh, goodness gracious!
– (struggles and girly gasps)
– no! it wont let me go! Please let me go!
– oh my! I’m sinking fast!
– oh someone please hurry, I’m trapped in quicksand!!
NARRATION:
When the quicksand reached the tops of my thighs, I naively hiked my dress up to keep it from the muck, showing my pretty satin thong panties – as if getting my outfit dirty were the least of my worries
– EEEK! oh no…stop please stop…
– no…(girly struggles) oh my goodness it’s quicksand!!
NARRATION:
The mud slurped up against my lovely thighs, my buttery smooth skin getting assaulted by splashes of muddy quicksand as I strained hard to keep my panties from coming into contact with the filthy quicksand.
– no….oh no….eek!
– no…no…no….oh yuck
– (straining noise as if trying to keep your panties from touching the mud)
– (then girly shriek and gasp as the quicksand gives way and your panties hit the quicksand with a yucky SPLAT!)
– Golly! (sharply, as you fall)
– eeeeew….
NARRATION:
I looked down in complete shock at my shiny white panties, which were now covered in splatters of yucky brown mud and being sucked on by the quicksand. It made yucky slurping sounds as it slapped and sucked at my panties. oh my, i felt so embarrassed. I could feel the quicksand soaking through the thin satiny material, and shivered with disgust as I felt it ooze in and out of my panties.
– oh no….my panties!! (gasp) ew….so yucky.
– someone help!! please hurry…i can’t get out…EEEEK!
NARRATION:
I tried to twist my body this way and that, only sloshing the mud around even more. It slapped up against my cute little round butt. eww….. it Felt like I was being lightly spanked non-stop by tiny waves of yucky brown mud.
– no…please just let me go!!
– (struggles)
– oh my!
– won’t somebody please save me! I’m up to my panties in quicksand! EEEEK!
NARRATION:
I hope you liked my little story (girly giggle). I suppose you’re wondering how I made it out of that nasty little quicksand trap. well…luckily someone did eventually hear my calls and came to my rescue. I remember being pulled out of the pit with a rope and how embarrassed I felt afterward seeing my outfit completely ruined. I felt so offended that I wanted to cry when I came out. My pretty pink outfit now covered with disgusting mud splatters, and my white satin thong also covered all over with yucky brown stains. (pouty) Needless to say, I never took the forest path again after that day, and now whenever I hear this pretty little tune, I get all flustered and ashamed as I’m reminded of the time that I was nearly gobbled up by quicksand.
***love it if you could sing the song again to close out the recording. Rather than copying the first rendition of the sing, I was hoping you would do it again from scratch so that it sounds unique from the first time**
(singing)
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11
Eleven o’clock, time to get up!
It’s a lovely eleven morning
I heard eleven worms yawning (girly yawn)
I saw eleven cows sleeping midst the buttercups I said how’s your cottage cheese? and they said
Oh dry up! Oh! (shocked)
Eleven pretty birdies in the trees
Bright yellow beaks and pinky knees
Eleven chicks hatching, eleven cats scratching
Eleven’s the number for me (cute girly laugh)
Eleven ducklings quacking, Eleven pigs, lips smacking
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11
Eleven’s the number for me, don’t you see?
Eleven’s the number for me.
Oh my!
THE END
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