A Little Walk

I love autumn nights, the air is cool and the weather is still nice enough to allow for some late night strolls to the park and through near deserted streets.   Another bonus is that the nights are longer which means that I could escape the seclusion of my home earlier to enjoy the freedom of the outside while dressed as I so enjoy doing. For this particular outing I had decided to go with a simple outfit that was as sexy as could be, to the point of almost being sluttish.   My black lace bra held in place the pair of C-cup size breast forms I had ordered earlier that month and which I could not get enough of.   The way they moved and bounced as I walked made me want to wear them all the time, not to mention squeeze them every so often.   The rest of my underwear was made up of a tight black g-string that nicely held my man-clit back and hidden from sight while still allowing my exposed rear cheeks to feel the coolness of the air from beneath the black and white schoolgirl skirt I had decided to go out with. My black stockings, held up by a nice black lace garter belt, hugged my shaved legs and vanished into a pair of 4 inch knee-high elvankent escort black leather boots.   My breasts were nicely displayed through a tight black and red turtleneck sweater that hugged my body like a lustful lover.   The entire look was completed with a nice long and wavy redhead wig that I had purchased with my breast forms, the curls gracefully flowing over my shoulders and all the way down to my back.   I had put on some press-on nails and painted them a nice shade of red that perfectly match my lips. When I looked in the mirror I almost convinced myself that I was passable enough to go to one of the local CD/TV bars, but in the end I decided to just do as I had originally planned and to go for nothing more than a simple walk around the block. It took me a few minutes after leaving home before I felt comfortable enough to be who I wanted to be.   The echo of my high heels against the pavement was an amazing thrill and turn-on which only made me further concentrate on appearing as confident and sexy as I could, swaying my hips from side to side with each step. I had turn down emek escort bayan three streets and walked through one of the smaller parks when I suddenly realized that I was not alone.   As I glanced over my shoulder I saw someone several steps behind me, walking on the same side of the street and heading in the same direction I was.   My heart began to race as nightmarish images filled my thoughts.   Who would be out at this hour to go for a walk?   It was only after calming myself down that I realized that I was on the verge of a dramatic over-reaction that my high school Drama teacher would have been proud of. I took a deep breath and continued as I was, making a point to turn down the next street and begin to head back home… just in case.   After several steps down the new street I glanced over my shoulder and happily noticed that whoever had been behind me was no longer there.   I had brought myself on the edge of hysteria for nothing it seemed, still I found myself looking over my shoulder several more times before reaching the end of the street and my next turn.   When I reached the corner a Escort eryaman hand reached out from behind a thick set of bushes and took a solid hold of my arm. “Hi there sweetie,” a middle aged man said, his slurred speech and the stench of alcohol that surrounded him made it perfectly clear that he was drunk, likely having left one of the nearby bars and heading home, wherever that might have been.   “You are one hot babe you know that?” He continued as he ran his hand on my arm and rather clumsily brushed against my breasts. There was no doubt in my mind that he wanted to have some fun, but given the state that he was in I strongly doubted that he would be able to rape me or even come to realize that I was not the hot, sexy babe that he thought me to be.   As was scared and thought of as many ways to break away from him as I could short of kneeing him in the groin and running away as fast as I could.   Being in 4-inch heels, I suspected that I would not be able to run all that fast or far anyway. “Come on baby,” he slurred as his hand fully took hold of my right breast.   “I could make you very happy tonight,” he added.   Given just how drunk he was I chuckled to myself thinking that I doubted he would be able to do *anything*, but this had presented me with an opportunity that my sluttish side just could not ignore.   I took hold of his hand and lead him further behind the thick bushes from which he had surprised me from.