A stroll can't hurt

Before she could convince herself otherwise, Sabrina turned to the left and began to walk. The moonlight provided some small illumination; the pavement was a slightly lighter shade of grey next to the deep dark black of the grass, and the houses were black shapes outlined against a purple sky, but otherwise it was hard to see anything. Her other senses were in overdrive, however; whether that was because of the lack of sight or just her own nervousness was impossible to tell. The pavement was hard and a little rough beneath her feet. She could feel the bounce of her breasts and her buttocks with every step she took. Her light brown hair swayed back and forth across her shoulder blades. Her body was still warm from the exercises - and a little bit of embarrassment and arousal, she had to admit - but a gentle cooling breeze would occasionally caress her bare skin. She strained her ears, listening for some tell tale sign of activity, but all she could hear was the distant, faint hum of distant traffic, probably coming from the main road a few blocks away.

She passed the first two houses without incident. At the third house was a street lamp, and with it a small pool of light that fell partly onto the road and partly onto the sidewalk. She stood at the edge of the light, and hesitated. She looked back over her shoulder. Nobody there. She tried to look ahead but the street light blinded her from what lay beyond. Sabrina's embarrassment rose; she cupped her breasts with her hands and stepped into the light. She felt a surge of panic rise as she stepped forward, out of the light. If anyone was looking out into the street - wondering what that padding noise was, or perhaps just closing the curtains for the night - she would have been lit up for them to see.

When she reached the next house down, she couldn't help herself; she dashed onto their driveway and crouched, hidden, behind their car. She closed her eyes and waited for a call of outrage or the sound of a door opening to investigate. There was none. She opened her eyes. She uncovered her breasts as she reached out and grabbed the hood of the car, which was cool to the touch. She raised herself up slightly, peeking over the top of it. The house behind the car was in darkness; whoever lived there was asleep by now. The street beyond looked empty. Sabrina stood, and brushed her nipples against the cool metal of the car. It was a sensation she wasn't prepared for; she gasped at the touch against her sensitive areolas. Her hands flew to her mouth. She crouched down quickly.

After a few moments she gathered the courage to stand once again. A quick look around told her she was still alone. She stepped back out onto the pavement and rubbed at her nipples, checking that they were okay. The touch felt electric; she circled her fingertips a few more times, savouring the sensation. Sabrina smirked. Just a moment ago she was terrified of being seen, hiding behind a car; now she was standing on the pavement touching herself in an erotic display. This was so stupid. What was she afraid of?

Emboldened, Sabrina tried something different. She stepped out into the road. The asphalt felt different beneath her feet; it was rougher, and dug into the soles of her feet. It was a little painful, but manageable. Very few cars were parked on the street; most were parked in driveways or in garages, so the area felt far more open and exposed than the pavement, which was lined with fences and houses. Defiantly, Sabrina lifted her arms up into the air and stretched luxuriously. If anyone was looking, then let them look.

That was when she heard the car. She turned towards the sound. Slowly a car was turning into the street. It was about a hundred feet away, so the headlights had not yet reached Sabrina, but they would in a few seconds.