Fucking Hot!

Your heart is pounding in your chest as you move past them. Back home you would have had to pay to see something like that and here it seems like just another day. You try to act natural as you pass through the entrance to the park. Even as you feel sparks begin to flutter to life in your belly.

The park seems much quieter than it was when you first arrived, you can only see a couple of women walking around from where you are. As you scan around you suddenly catch sight of the young man from before. He followed you, a puzzled curious expression on his face as he walks after you, keeping his distance right now as he looks you up and down. After all, for this world you might as well be walking around in a full Nun Habit.

You curse to yourself as you keep walking, with him tailing you there is no way in hell you are going to be able to go to the portal. You walk past the stand of trees, the muscles in your neck straining as you fight the urge to look at where the portal should be.

You decide to walk around the park a bit, if you ignore the guy for long enough he might get bored and wander off. You try to convince yourself that that is the truth as you walk and he stays close behind, getting closer with every passing minute.

All the while as you walk the image of that group plays over in your mind, every time with a little more clarity. As your mind's eye focuses in on the women pressed against the wall, the strong hands holding her as a hard cock throbs inside her.

“Excuse me?” The voice snaps you back to the moment, you are standing beside the fountain that marks the center of the park and standing in front of you is the young man from before. He is looking at you with that same curious expression.

“Hi,” you reply lamely, suddenly unsure of yourself as he openly looks over your body. “Can I help you?”

“I was just curious about your clothing.” He explains as he looks you over. He is taller than you by maybe a few inches, his broad shoulders making him loom over you. Although as you look at him you see that he has quite soft features, his voice has the soft warm undertones of a born public speaker which makes it extra jarring when he asks. “Are you pregnant?”

“What? No!” You stammer, “It’s laundry day is all.”

You kick yourself as he gives you a skeptical look, a voice in the back of your head whispering.

If you had said yes he would have left you alone.

True, you retort to yourself, but who said I wanted him to leave me alone?

As if on cue you feel his left hand on your breast, cupping it through the bra. Despite your own excitement you have to fight the nearly reflexive urge to slap him as he fondles your breast.

“I don’t think I have ever seen someone wearing something like this.” He says as you feel his other hand starting to trace around the waistband of your panties.

“It’s the coming thing,” You reply as a pair of women walk past, neither of them over looking at you.

“I hope not,” he says, as he slips his hand under your bra, his fingers digging in ever so slightly to the tender flesh of your breast. “Although it is kind of exciting.”

As you stand there you can see where this is going to go, you think about the distance between here and the portal. If you want you can make a run for it right now and you would be gone and through it before anyone knew what was happening.

Of course that is assuming you want to leave, right now you are not so sure you do.