The night is a warm, deep indigo. I’ve spent the day in a daze, reliving *his* fingers plunging deep inside me, intense gaze holding mine as I contracted around him. There were several times I had to stop myself from touching my eager little cunt—I know it sounds ridiculous, but I love knowing his fingers were the last thing to be in there. Now, I’m heading home from a late dinner where I drank too much wine, distracted by my daydreams.
It’s a breezy night, and I’m wearing my favorite, flowy sundress. My hair is pleated into a long side braid. Oh, I also did something I’ve never done before; I skipped wearing panties. No bra either, actually. I just wanted the light fabric hugging my bare skin. I felt so enraptured from my semi-public display earlier, that I hoped to attract some more eyes on me tonight. *Or just his again.* I also figured that any panties I put on would be soaked through by the end of the night.