He was there again. Every day for the past week, reading in the poppies; tanned and shirtless. I didn’t know his name, nor did I care.
I walked to him and let the sundress I wore just for him that day fall from my shoulders to allow him to see my nakedness. I straddled him as his cock grew, bulging from his shorts and I took him. No words. Just the beautiful rush of taking him because I wanted to. The strong opioid of female desire as he came deep inside me.
“See you for the next chapter,” I whispered.
