It had been one of those July days when the air was still and heavy. Although the sun had began to set, it was still hot. As I walked up the steep hill on my way home I heard footfalls behind me and noticed a shadow following me. I slowed the follower slowed, I speeded up the follower speeded up. I was becoming more than a little nervous, you hear so many stories these days. As I progressed and my follower seemed to stay a constant two or three yards behind my fear increased. I was sure it was a man whose breath I could hear.
The hairs on the back of my neck began to stand up as my follower copied my every move. My head had become centred and still, all I could do was walk in a straight line. My heart began beat faster and faster, banging like a drum.
Then contrariwise my body began to react in a totally perverse manner. I can only explain what was happening, by saying it was many months since I had ended my last relationship. My nipples, were becoming hard and erect – two juicy strawberries thrusting urgently at the material of my white T-shirt.
I had to walk up a hill to get to my semi-detached house, sweat began to soar down my brow. My T-shirt now was clinging to my pert breasts. My thoughts were hoping he would walk past and notice my nipples sticking out of my T-shirt.
Eventually when I did manage to climb that hill and get indoors, I slammed the door shut behind me. I peeled of my T-shirt and tight red skirt which just covered the tops of my thighs. Waltzing into the kitchen to get myself a glass of Lemon Barley, I leant against the cupboard rolling the ice cold glass across my brow and down to my erect nipples.
My hand began to wander down to my damp panties. My fingers found their way to my wet, dark hole. As I sat on the work-top, I slid my hand inside and began rubbing my Mons veneris. I then began probing my fingers in and out of my now soaking wet fuck hole. The burning desire rising through my voluptuous body, was making me wild for cock.
