A close encounter.

*HONK* *HONK*

“Oh! Oh dear!” With an exclamation of shock, the blonde Brit threw her naked body behind the first cover she saw, a bright red mailbox, the blushing beauty crouching behind it, pressing her hot, flushed and sweaty body against the cool metal, her head swimming with humiliating and arousing thoughts at the implication of her being seen by an early morning driver. Peeking her head around to look at the main road, her mouth open and panting as she saw a bright yellow taxi parked in the middle of the road, right across from it, a truck also stopped just inches from it, having pulled out from a side street.

Her heart dropped at the thought of more than one vehicle having spotted the naked Brit in all her glory. But to her joy, she saw the two drivers not focused on the nude blushing British snob, but instead, on each other, the taxi driver yelling at the driver at the truck, it clicking in Siobhan’s mind that with the proximity of the truck to the cab, and the two vehicles being stopped in the middle of the street, the source of the honk, and the two drivers obvious distraction, must have been due to one of their ignorance of the road traffic laws, and not in fact, seeing a streaker practically creaming herself in the middle of a city on an early Sunday morning.

The cab driver must have spotted the blonde hair poking out from behind the mail box out of the corner of his eye, because his gaze swayed from his newly sworn road enemy, in her direction, Siobhan pulling her head back around, breathing heavily, and hoping the sound of the engine’s would cover up the light moans from behind the mail box, the Brit feeling the same arousal from earlier beginning to course through her again, having to practically grab one of her wrists with another to stop her hand from diving between her soft thighs, to the dripping treasure between them, lying just below the damning patch of hair, the evidence of her natural hair pigment, and the pink lips, engorged and slimy that were begging for a mere touch to bring the Brit to ecstasy. Siobhan held her nerve though, her hands instead coming to cover her agape mouth, to stop herself from moaning or breathing, giving the drivers any reason whatsoever to investigate behind her makeshift safe haven.

And like that she stayed for what felt like an hour, though in reality was little over a minute and a half, bare body splayed behind the red metal box, her hands busy covering her mouth, and her eyes screwed shut tight, not wanting to see the potential person coming to investigate, her chest filled with dread that got just a tad more intense with every frantic beat of her anxious heart, Siobhan’s position allowing anyone on the other side of the mail box to get a full view of her body, her bare feet against the pavement up her pale smooth legs, bent at the knees to accommodate her crouching position, the treasure between her legs still oozing love honey down her soft thighs, her torso similarly bent forward in the crouch, leaning against the cool metal of the mailbox, her tits hanging free thanks to the angle allowing an unobstructed view of the rock hard nipples topping them off, before finally her face, red and sweating with terror, anxiety, and very obviously, sick arousal. By the time Siobhan peeked a single eye open, to check why she hadn’t been caught yet, she found both vehicles had already driven off, leaving the naked blonde alone once again.

“That was too close…” She panted heavily, beginning to rise on her shaking legs. She must confess, her reaction wasn’t totally born out of fear of being seen, a second reason was that she was focusing on thinking of the most unsexy things she could, an attempt at staving of another… erm… explosion from her loins. The Brit thought for sure she would once again have turned into a quivering, spasming wreck right here behind the mailbox, but she had managed to hold herself off with the thoughts of the consequences of being caught, and shaming her highly regarded family name. Checking that she was indeed once again alone in the city street, Siobhan began moving again, just a little bit slower this time, knowing that she would have to be more alert as it got closer working hours.

“This is too exposing! There has to be another route! One less public…” The blonde thought in her own mind, her latest encounter having ramped her anxiety up to eleven, and unlike the previous time, hadn’t provided her relief from her high level of arousal. Siobhan knew she could find an alley way or a secluded corner and take care of the problem herself, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do that. The promise of a clearer head and less wound up body was not worth the risk of being caught during such an act, fingering herself while naked and with no access to clothes in the middle of the city centre. There would be no playing this off as a tragic accident if that were the case. Still, the Brit reasoned, a more secluded route would be her best option with her current state of dress. Problem is, still being new to the country, she only knew one route for sure to her home! Getting lost wasn’t something she wanted to add on to her growing list of problems.