Farmer s Market
It was a warm summer's day in 2015. I was twenty-two-years-old, not yet a year out of college.I had put on a short yellow skirt, a light blue bikini top with pink floral pattern, and my sluttiest, black, strappy high heels. And I was browsing for bargains at the local farmer’s market.I was looking at oranges when I felt a slight dampness inside my panties, a tingling of desire. I looked up and a few feet away stood a tall, muscular, totally gorgeous hunk of man.Well, I thought, that explains...
Seduction