Do I hear something moving?

Paranoia hit.

Despite the beauty of the moment and its emotions, I felt observed, watched.

The thrill of it was muffled and overpowered by the fear of being found out, of having my name dragged through the mud and meddled with.

I stopped, looked around. I needed to be sure no one was watching.

I couldn't see anyone. There was darkness surrounding me.

I needed to feel safe...

The thrill of the moment passed by the second as I regained my senses, and felt my heart beating its frantic tune.

Was it from excitement, or fear?

Probably fear...

I stopped my naughty exploration, no longer in the right state of mind, this opportunity to explore the naughty boundaries of public exposure slipping through my fingers.

//Better get out of here...//