Offering gifts unbeknownst

They wandered through the city sunshine, avoiding the bustle and crowds wherever possible but just at a complete loss over what to do. Idea after idea was floated: shopping, bowling, eating… a genuine trip to the cinema this time. They all just sort of fell flat against the fact there was something else they'd all much rather be doing. However there was also a sort of silent consensus of self-imposed restraint… They couldn't just spend all day, everyday, experimenting right? That couldn't be healthy could it? The more they considered their other options the less convincing those convictions sounded.

“This is shit.” Mark declared, flatly. “Town is shit, why did we even come here?” The others could offer nothing but shrugs in response. Once upon a time the chance to catch a bus out here unsupervised would have been the height of youth's exciting freedom for them… those days were long gone.

At least it was a bit quieter down here. Their random wandering had taken them down to the riverside, but then along into the more industrial areas which, on a sunday, were fairly deserted. It was a rougher neighborhood, but in the bright sunshine it hardly felt threatening. Besides, though it might be a city, it was hardly a big one. You rarely heard stories of people running into trouble… outside of the ridiculous worry-dreams parents told. However, it did add a certain edge to their perceptions, an urge to look over one's shoulder. After awhile Stacy had finally convinced herself.

“That homeless guy we passed a while back has been following us.”

“What?” Asked Mark, still locked in daydreams of his own.

“I’m sure of it. He gave me a funny look as we passed and has been sneaking along behind ever since… what do you think he's after?”

Mark tossed his head round with all the subtlety of a brick. But Peter’s eye had caught somewhere else.

“Umm… Stace?” He drew her attention to the hemline of her dress. Normally the thing came down to at least her knees; flopping around there in a way she still wasn’t used to, being a more jeans or tights and shorts kinda gal. However trotting along hot concrete next to cool water seemed to have been generating a regular, if not constant updraft. With horror she suddenly realised it would only have taken a slight breath of wind to flap that flimsy material up higher, revealing everything she had available since gifting her panties to a tree yesterday.

“Oh, shit! I completely forgot I wasn’t even wearing any…” Her mind raced back to the face of every single stranger she’d crossed paths with, every cool tickle of air she'd felt dance between her thighs. Clearly all that time she’d spent naked in the open recently had relaxed her far too much to the experience. It just hadn't even crossed her mind amongst all the boredom.

She ran. An emotional reaction that really only further cemented the issue. The boy's had to sprint after her to try and catch up. They watched her rocket around the first corner she came too, disappearing through a narrow brick alcove. There was a gate here that probably should've been locked. It led into a small enclosed area, dotted with benches and the odd potted plant. Some sort of private smoking area for the local offices was a good bet, thankfully deserted and surrounded by high walls. The boy's piled in after her, closing the gate behind before running in to console her. Only the girl didn't seem upset in any of the ways they expected. There were no floods of tears or anger, but something burned powerfully in her eyes.

Soon and sure enough, a wrinkled grey face appeared at the bars of the gate. He didn’t try to get inside, but immediately barked in a toothless, croaking voice: “Hey pretty girlie. Pretty, pretty girlie! Why you run? I was so happy to get a looksy!” He cackled dryly, but looked genuinely forlorn that his free entry peepshow seemed to have changed its mind.

Stacy shivered and Mark immediately screamed at the man to “Fuck off, you dirty old creep!” along with several other creative phrases, before the girl stopped him. For his part, the ageing bum didn't seem particularly intimidated, he had eyes only for Stacy.

The girl felt those red and watery orbs upon her and couldn't help but feel a little pity mixing in with the skin-crawling violation. She was sure it probably had been the highlight of his week to be minding his own business on the sidewalk only to look up into a front seat view of fresh young pinkness. Thinking of herself in such a way… as a flash of flesh to be drooled over, awoke ever more familiar urges. What was the harm done, really? He wasn't going to complain about it.

She called over to him. “You want something to look at then, huh pops?” The aged creature nodded furiously. “You just stay there then!” Stacy instructed, still not quite believing herself in what she intended to do.