Yellow sundress. Her dirty blonde hair disarranged by the soft breeze. She knew I was watching. Soundlessly I crept behind her. Staring off into the distance, she leaned back against me. The perfect curve of her ass pressed, determinedly, against the throbbing ache between my legs. I couldn’t see her impish smile but I knew it was there.
Surreptitiously my hand slid beneath her dress, as I eyed the busy sidewalk. Tracing along the delicious arc of her hip bone I quickly found the wet heat of her centre. A trembling moan of anticipation escaped her lips.
“No panties,” I whispered harshly. “Again.”
“You naughty little whore.”
I love her.
