Caroline ran past the voters, who were forming a line throughout the whole ground floor and out the building as there was only a couple of hours to go before polls closed. She dodged reporters and exit pollsters as they tried to slow her down, and ran down the sidewalk, itching for the nearest alley. Her friend - and her clothes - struggled to keep up, as the distance between them and her huffs and puffs increased.
Eventually, Caroline managed to get away from the line of gawkers as she turned into an alley lined with dumpster. She sat down at the far end of one of the dumpsters and went to business. Her right index and middle fingers found themselves rubbing against her most sensitive areas, and it took only thirty seconds for the past thirty minutes to climax as Caroline shook and shuddered at the release before collapsing and lying down, looking up at the sky while she was still immobilized from the whole experience of having been exposed - of having exposed herself! - to what seemed like the majority of her hometown.
Eventually, Caroline's refractory period came to an end, and she realized that...
