Watch Her Walk Away

The perfume seemed to root you to the spot. It was at once, cloying, sweet, and arousing. You watch this redhead walk away: lustrous long hair covering her bare back, rounding with a thick arse... and leggings hugging a pair of slender legs, ending with some sexy red heels.

By the time she had rounded the corner, all that remained was the soft hint of her scent, and your throbbing, rock-hard erection. You were left breathless just by her passing you by, and it messed hard with your thoughts. All you can think of was her.

Confusion reigned. You were of two minds, clearly. To give chase and at least find out her name, or to find an outlet for this newfound source of... pressure.