Kelly's Favorite Kind of Charity

After a weekend of debauchery at Kelly's favorite gloryhole nightclub, she was looking forward to getting home and taking a bath (and possibly a Plan B for her unprotected pussy). The walk home from Megan's place was a couple miles but it was a warm late summer afternoon and Kelly figured a walk would be nice.

After walking about a mile, Kelly realized she had not taken into account how sore her feet were from a weekend in heels. Spotting a nearby park, Kelly ventured over to a bench and sat down heavily, releasing a sigh of relief as she did so. Kelly's short dress betrayed her as it rode up her butt slightly, causing the cool wood on her bare skin to send chills through her. Fortunately, the dress did not come up enough to expose her shaven, panty-less pussy.

Kelly surveyed the park. There were cement trails and walkways leading in and out of the grassy lawn in which she sat. Most were unoccupied save for the occasional couple taking an evening stroll. Around the bench upon which she sat were two more benches which encircled a fountain. In the fading evening light, Kelly could make out a figure slumped on one of the benches. By the figure's grungy appearance, Kelly surmised that he was homeless and that this bench was his bed for the night. She felt a twinge of sadness at this thought, wondering if she could do anything to ease his struggle. Unfortunately, having left her purse at home, she was without cash and could not provide the poor man with any money.

As she stared at the man, who was fast asleep and had not noticed her gaze, a most devious thought crossed her mind.

"Well... money isn't the only thing that makes people happy," she thought with a smirk. "Plus," she continued, "he probably hasn't touched a woman in a long time."