The end of the summer.

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The end of the summer.Tiffany ran through the rain with abandon. The cooling precipitation was most welcome on her hot skin after these weeks of unbroken high temperatures. But the summer storm ending this interminable drought had caught her totally unaware. Her bra was left at home as yet another unwanted layer of uncomfortable clothing along with the summer coat which would now have protected her decency. Her ample boobs bounced as she ran, the once opaque formal white dress shirt clung like wet tissue-paper to her flesh as little more than a second skin. The act of running for shelter only stimulating her nipples into hard buds against the wet fabric. She couldn’t even cover herself as her hand were full of shopping bags. Boux Avenue, Bravissimo and Ann Summers bags flew behind her like a formation of angel wings in the desperate dash for cover. Finally the car park came into view and the safety of her car canlı bahis on the lowest floor. At least there she was safe from further displays of her effectively naked upper body. In one last rush she dashed out of the rain and stopped to lean back against the wall to catch her breath. Her head went back, the better to get the air to her lungs and closed her eyes to push back the sudden tiredness from the forced run. Breathing deeply she stood there for what seemed an age until she could breathe normally again. Opening her eyes she physically jumped in shock. Not five metres away from her stood a man opened mouthed staring at her from in the stairwell door in the shadows from the floor above. He appeared mesmerised, hypnotised, lost in his thoughts. His right hand against the front of his jeans, stroking slightly, barely masking a growing hardness within his clothing. Tiffany breathed deep, causing her bahis siteleri breasts to rise and fall. The mans eyes widened still further and rose and fell in concert. Tiffany was shocked again but this time by her own reaction and by the pleasure she was gaining from the attention. As if awaking from a dream he suddenly looked flustered as his eyes moved from her chest to her eyes. He looked away quickly, clearly embarrassed as a blush rose above his collar ever upwards, then moved to go past her and outside into the rain. Tiffany smirked at his obvious discomfort and stepped past him instead, towards her car, brushing past him, ensuring she confirmed that hard-on with the back of her hand as she passed. Deeper into the shadow she went chuckling in anticipation as the mans footfalls stopped, paused, then followed along behind like the poor baited prey he had now become.Her car stood facing the wall half bahis şirketleri way down the filled floor. Reaching it she placed the bags upon the floor and opened the boot. Tiffany glanced over her shoulder coyly to ensure her quarry was still with her. His pace had slowed but he closed upon her thinking himself the hunter of this scene. She placed her shopping within the car, bending over as she did so, the black pencil skirt pulled taut against her buttocks, showing no lines of undergarments, again left at home as an unwanted layer in the heat. She now felt the air against her as she became more sensitised by the blood rushing to her sex. The man had stopped again in awe of this unsuspected predator before him baiting him ever onwards. Again he was rubbing himself through his trousers, this time not covertly with no apparent shame. “Not here!” Tiffany ordered, the first words either of them had spoken, and indicated the passenger door as she walked to her own door. Sliding in behind the steering wheel she waited with held breath. The passenger door opened and the man climbed in. She smiled to herself. The trap was closed……

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