Plans
Oh look at them watching me. Such a rush of divine sexuality as I felt the wind blow gently up my skirt. Walking in my black pumps up Elm street, as if I didn’t have a care in the world. Woman scowling upon me as their men watched in silent awe. I could feel my thighs gently rub together as I stepped, and my skirt frame softly over my knees. My hair dancing from side to side, as if to lightly tickle my face. Tits bouncing lightly through my blouse. A small grin across my lips. I felt...