A man

What you see impresses you; a tall, lean young man, with milky white skin and glossy black hair, shaved down to stubble on it's sides, with the top turned into a messy, wet rat's nest by the night's excitement.

Your chest is hard and well-defined, with a slender belly and a thin trail of curled body hair running up the centre, ending in a gentle spread across your pecs. Your arms and legs are thick and powerful looking, with a couple of pronounced veins along your underarm.

And good lord, your cock...it's generous pale length hangs limp just above your knees. it's girth is generous, veiny and glistening from the rain, with a clean, hairless sack squatting at it's base, and a well trimmed dark bush above.

You can't help but grin in pride, and you see the glistening ivory fangs behind your thin lips, which are still sticky with blood. You reach into and turn your reflection into ripples as you wash the blood from your clean shaven face, scooping up another handful to run through your hair and slick it back, making some attempt to tidy it up.

After dropping your feet in to wash them and your legs clean of mud as well, you crawl back up to carry on making your way back to the edge of the park, vaulting over it with ease, and returning to the narrow streets, thankfully devoid of life and poorly lit by a few weak streetlights.

Scratch that, you see a figure just turning the corner from the past block, heading down the opposite pavement in your direction. You quickly hop back behind the fence and into the bushes lining it, squatting behind them as you creep closer, peeking over the top.

She's a slender little creature, still dressed in what looks like a green apron over plain work clothes, her dark brunette hair still put up in a bun, now loosened and messy presumably after long shift.

You consider your options should she disappear past the front streetful of apartments, forcing you to follow and expose yourself out in the open, but luckily she stops in front of one of their doors and reaches into her little black handbag.

You could rush her now, forcing her amd and yourself inside once the doors unlocked. You certainly have the speed and strength, though keeping her from attracting attention would be a concern.

Alternatively, you spot the open window on the second floor and, considering she doesn't hurry to close it as soon as she enters, you'll be afforded the element of suprise, and time to watch, and plan accordingly.