“OH yess, harder, harder” Sally moaned. As strong hands landed on her bare bottom. She was so close to orgasm, when suddenly.
PIP-PIP-PIP-PIP-PIP!!!
Her anjoing alarm woke her up, tearing her from this pleasant dream. Damn it, she must have forgotten to turn it off last night. Today was her day off, so she do not need to wake up so early.
She stretched on bed, trying to remembered the dream. But it was gone.
It has been a week since her adventure with Mr.Johnson in the plant nursery. And she can't stop thinking about it, every night she replays it in her mind, while furiously masturbating. But something was missing, some key element, which got her arousal on the next level.
Even when her orgasm was still good, it wasn't like then. And every night that recurring dream drives her crazy. When she wakes up she tries to finish herself. But something is still missing. And her frustration is escalating.
Sally obviously knows what that missing element is, but doesn't want to acknowledge it. She was ashamed of herself. Not because of stripping in public, not even because it was in her workplace. And definitely not because she was caught by a customer.
She was ashamed, because of what she allowed him to do to her. Especially, what his old rough hands did to her firm butt.
All that touching, patting, squeezing and spanking. All that attention to her bottom was incredible and sended her arousal into the stratosphere. Her right hand started massaging her boob and left headed to her crotch. But she **** herself to stop.
Frustrated, she sat up, she needed to clear her head, and stop thinking about Mr.Johnson’s hands.
Walk in the park will help her clear her head. And in this time of the day, it will be empty. So she may have a chance for another naked escapade.
Sally lived pretty close, so she decided to go there by foot. She looked at her clothes, hanging in the wardrobe, and got an idea. Particularly naughty idea.
Sally opened the drawer and after a few seconds of searching, she found it.
Old t-shirt her ex left there when they broke up. After years, the color was almost washed out, the neckline was stretched and when she put it on. It reached just below her butt.
From the distance it will look like she is wearing a summer dress or t-shirt, over very short shorts. Not unusual attire for girls especially in summer.
But if she put her hands up, or swiftly turn around. Everyone would see, that she is naked under it.
Sally stood in front of the mirror, and when she saw her reflection she knew this is a perfect outfit for her.
The neckline was so stretched that she could easily take it off one shoulder. And the hem ended on her thighs. So everything was hidden for now.
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