I d parked up in my usual layby, spending an hour or so enjoying the feeling of shaving my body smooth then slipping from my scruffs into a nice, tight, black mini dress. I was bare legged and bare footed, the way I like it. It was a beautiful Summers day as I took my time and enjoyed applying my make up, like an artist applying their first strokes of a new creation. My cheeks blushed up, my eyeliner applied as if an Egyptian woman..darkened eyes with that alluring tail whip running from my lid out onto my cheek ever so slightly. I was becoming the real me, the me that just soars like a bird riding the joys of a good thermal. No more scruffs, or grime, my body free to breathe and enjoy the air upon my skin, something I ve always found inhibiting in male clothes, especially mine, as it's designed, with armour, to protect my body in my work..that just makes me feel cocooned in some kind of mummification lol. I like to feel nature around me. So there I sat for a moment, about to announce my presence on here, when a car pulled in behind me and parked up, it didn't t really cross my mind to look as it's not a layby known for its "hook ups". |
our eyes had now been locked for a minute or so as I saw his fingers touch his nipples..OMG, my weakness, nipples, especially my own, so much as a breath of air on them and I'm hot for sex, and here I was, sat watching a random guy, watching my car as he stroked his nipples, pushing his seat back. I watched one hand drop down..oh now I m really stirring, but also intrigued to enjoy the watching part a lil longer. His arm movement gave away that he was stroking his cock as his other teased his nipples..and me!! 
