Rear Tire Poke

As I stood up I steped backward. My foot went down in kinda a washed out spot, I tryed to stay on my feet, but I soon knew that I was flat on my back, sliding head first down the step dirt ditch bank. My black friend and breast remover hurled around to help. On my way down hill by nature my bikini bottom was sliding right off my rear end. As fate would have it he reaches, grabed my ancle with his left hand, and forward he reaches higher with his right hand. In the swiftness of timing, his hand slides under the tied part of my G-string, and my downward journey made it come untied. Finialy his brute strenght had me stoped, stable, and I was able to crawl back up the hill to safety. I sat there for a moment to catch my breath, then I reilized that my bikini bottom was completly off me, it was half way down the slope, and now he was viewing my private parts between my legs. There was a look in his eye that I did not understand, was it me or was it him, or was any thing like this surpose to happen.