Zenith Makes Her Way Home

As Zenith stepped outside the bathhouse and felt the wind hit her bare skin, she began to think she should have thought her decision through. The ebony beauty rubbed her shoulders, trying to warm herself against the unexpectedly cold night. As she looked down the road toward home, the distance seemed substantially farther than before.

She looked back at the bathhouse, where the other women were in various states of undress, watching her with bated breath. None of them were likely to offer her anything to wear; even if they had any clothes to spare, it would be far more entertaining to watch her enjoy the fruits of her labor. Sighing and realizing she had no other choice, Zenith held her head up and started walking down the street.

Everything around her seemed more immersive. The light breeze blowing past was sharper and colder, and she could feel the dirt under her feet as she slowly walked. Holding her hands over her chest, the maid tentatively scampered through the darkness, her still-damp skin shining in the moonlight. At this time of night, only the vagrants and night laborers would be on the streets, but that reality didn't make Zenith any less frightened.

Although, it wasn't quite fear that was gripping the streaker's heart. Her heart was beating very fast with every step she took closer to home, but the smile growing on her face told her she wasn't afraid. Sure, she was embarrassed but extremely excited in more ways than one. As she turned into a dark alleyway, she moved one of her hands to cover her womanhood and noticed, despite the cold, how warm it felt to the touch. That warmth was slowly spreading throughout her body, and soon she found herself taking shorter and shorter steps to get home before finally stopping in the middle of the street.

Zenith's hands slowly fell to her sides, and the night air touched her privates again. The collision of the warmth inside with the brisk cold wind nearly turned her legs to jelly. The maid was notorious among her fellows for being a tease and a flirt, but very few knew that she very rarely felt aroused. It wasn't for lack of effort, it was just so difficult to find the time with a job like hers. But standing there in the middle of the street completely and utterly naked, well aware that anyone could walk by but safe in the knowledge that no one would, Zenith felt hornier than she'd ever felt before. She let out a sigh and closed her eyes, letting her body stay in this moment and feeling her emotions wash over her.

Unfortunately, this bliss didn't last for very long, as mere moments after she closed her eyes, the intrepid ebony exhibitionist heard something from behind and turned around to see...