Jenny felt an almost unbearable need to turn around and pleasure the strange man, but she couldn't. She just wanted to get home and get some small degree of privacy. At least, that's what she told herself. So she kept on walking.
The strange man didn't stop. He followed her, fondling her butt and saying, "C'mon, a slut like you wants some." Her eyes widened at the use of the word "slut." She was shocked, but not insulted. In fact, to her surprise, her pussy tingled at the use of the word. But...no. She bit her lip and kept walking.
Then the man behind her took another step. He lifted her skirt with one hand, and with the other, gave Jenny a light slap on the ass. That did it. Her mind told her to run, but her pussy was too hot. She turned around and wrapped her arms around the man, planting a deep and passionate kiss on his lips. Her leg lifted to his side as she grinded up against him, thus causing her too short skirt to raise up even further. The entire crowd got a good glimpse of her body then, but she didn't care. In fact, it made her even hotter.
Jenny couldn't believe what was happening to her, but there were urges inside of her. Like an addiction, she felt cold and empty without it. She broke the kiss with the man, and she was panting and moaning heavily. "I need it," was all the words she could muster. |