She rose; it was early morning. She thought she would walk to the shop across the park, for fresh air more than anything desperately needed. Quietly, and quickly, so as not to disturb anyone, she put on shoes, and grabbed a coat. A warm one, as she had no clothes on. 'It won't matter' she thought to herself 'I look perfectly respectable'.

So thinking, she stepped out into the early morning sunshine. Pleasant, but a bit nippy, which made her think of her nipples, and smiled to herself at the thought of her hidden nakedness.

The woman walked easily, not hurrying nor dawdling, enjoying the air, after the stuffiness of being indoors. It did not take long to arrive at the park. Empty save for birdsong and the distant hum of traffic, she walked along the top path, stopping when she reached a bench.

'No need to rush' she thought and in doing so sat herself down on the wooden slats, she could feel them pressing against her, through her coat. Not sensuous, yet reminding her of her existence, stimulating her presence in the here and now. Her attention focused on the surroundings. Faint fragrances, subtle colours in the sky and the vegetation. She thought 'I feel quite chilled', and immediately shivered, making her smile at the humour of it.

Down below, on the bottom path, she noticed two lovers strolling, enjoying time together. She followed them with her eyes, enjoying being unseen. When they stopped, she sensed their arousal. As they embraced, she looked away, only to find her vision dragged back to the unfolding scene.

The couple were in a deep embrace, their passion clearly aroused. 

The woman on the bench pulled her coat more tightly around her, as if protecting herself from the slight chill in the morning air. In doing so, she pressed her breasts with her hands, feeling their weight and fullness beneath the coat. This aroused her more, and entranced, she watched the distant couple kiss. She pictured them forcing their bodies together more tightly, pressing against each other with passion, as desire rose and strengthened.

She allowed her hands access to the flesh, waiting beneath her coat. Smiling as her touch brought satisfaction and arousal bound together, she excited her erect nipples with her touch. Slowly she let her hand reach down and press against her pubis, as she moved against it. Suppressing her moans of delight, and not letting her face betray her secret, her finger sought out the space between her lips.

She pressed further, opening her legs enough to find her waiting hole. When she felt how wet she was, she felt a sudden rush. Knowing she was near to climax, she pushed her finger into the wet, seductive, tempting hole. Her orgasm was immediate, and the bench felt hard beneath her.

She opened her eyes, and looked down at the line of trees. Empty, the lovers had gone. Had they ever been there?

She rose from the bench, feeling a little unsteady, and looked around guiltily, as if the world knew the weird sense of shame and exhilaration she was feeling.