Francesca was in her office at the food filling's factory when she got a call. A tanker truck of thick caramel was off on a delivery when it slid down an embankment into a small shallow pond. Nobody was hurt, but the load of caramel was leaking into the pond. Towing equipment was on the way.
She headed out in her Jaguar to the scene of the mishap, and stood staring for several minutes. The tank had been removed already, and in her mind, more was happening. She was wondering how cold the water in the pond was, and how warm the caramel floating on top might be. She imagined herself wading in it, perhaps she could claim she was inspecting for environmental damage.
She walked along the shoreline and saw that the caramel extended over the entire pond. But she kept on daydreaming about wading in it.
She kicked off her expensive shoes and placed one foot in the caramel. It was thick, warm, but the icy water under it was cold. It gave her a shiver up her leg as she placed the other foot carefully in, and began to wade out a little farther from the shore. The caramel crept up her legs and felt so good as she got in deeper.
Eventually it soaked into the hem of her dress, and crept up her thighs. It didn't take long before her thong was wet with caramel. What a feeling! She looked around, a bit shy to be out here in nature like this, but nobody seemed to be around.
She waded out to farther areas where the caramel and water had mixed somewhat. Here the water was colder, and she splashed some of it onto herself. It gave her a shudder that she liked. The caramel was still coating her legs and other areas below the surface, but that was only for her to know.
She had leaned back to get her hair submerged in the caramel and was loving how heavy her hair was now. After a while, she was ready to go home. One problem though, how the hell could she get cleaned up enough to get into her car?
Finally, Francesca dragged herself from the pond, and managed to rinse her dress fairly clean. She still had lots of caramel all over her and by the time she got into her car it was a mess. What a drive home. What a day. What a mess! Perhaps she'd come back tomorrow and do it all again.
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