Goth outfit

Grace walks up to closet, mind made up as she pulls out her plan outfit for the day. It consisted of a black lace choker; a top of black mesh and fabric, a black skirt that reached her thighs just above the knees, mesh stockings, and black wedge pumps. As she dresses, she just can't get what the voice said out of her mind. Hoping against hope, she finished dressing and finished her morning routine before walking over to her front door. Reaching for the door, her mind wanders back to what might happen if this "curse" kicked in outside of the house, causing her to falter with her hand on the doorknob.

The hand not on the door, slowly started to trail down to her skirt and started to play with the hem of it. Grace blushed slightly as her thought took a quick detour to a naughtier path, 'What would people think if I just started to . . doing things to myself in public? Would they gasp and point me out or quietly watch as it happens? Maybe they would even record me, that would so embarrassing! But. . .' She blushed harder, as her hand slipped under her panties and started to masturbate on its on accord again. 'Why is these thoughts turning me on? Is it that curse that voice talked about or am I just a secret pervert?' Shaking her head again to clear it up, and without noticing her rouge hand, Grace opens the front door and steps outside. With a loud click, the door closed and locked behind her.

Grace looks around street to see it slightly busy this time in the morning as cars passed by and a couple of neighbors working outside. She flushed again as she notices all the people that could see her if things went the "curse's" way, still unable to notice her rouge hand getting faster under her skirt or the raising pleasure inside her. Red cheeked and feeling all hot and bothered, she started down her pathway to her car at the end of her driveway. The thoughts returned again as she walked, 'Why did I have to have that stupid, drunk dream! Its got me so worked up that I can't stop thinking about it. Its going to be okay though, there is no way that this "curse" is going to effect me.' She thought, missing the looks that were starting to notice what her hand was doing as it moved her skirt around in a way for on-lookers could see it doing the motions. 'Why by this time tomorrow, it will just be that. A dream! Also, why does my pussy feel on fire?'

Hearing a gasp as she gets to her car door, Grace whips around to see an old couple looking at her in shock and disgust. Confused, she looks over herself to see what had them reacting so weirdly. Looking down and finding her hand seeming down her skirt, Grace yelps and pulls her hand free, hiding it for on-lookers as she blushes tomato red. "Um, I don't know what happened but I can assure you that what you thought you saw didn't happen just now. I swear!" Not know what to said or do in this, she quickly opened her car door, turned the car over and drove off as fast as she could to get out of that situation. "What the hell!? Why was my hand fingering me in public?" She asked herself as Grace pulled up to a stop light. She looked down at her hand that was under the skirt and saw that it was still covered in her juices.

As she looked over her hand, the naughty thoughts returned again. Telling her that now that she was safe in her car, she could finish what she started out in her yard. . . Her pussy throbbed, almost demanding attention so that it could finish feeling good. . . "' No one would know that you did anything, it felt so good that not finishing could led to problems later on. You "NEED" to feel good, right? '" Rang the thoughts as the light turned green...