Sidewalk Deux Palais
a brief encounter on a city sidewalk
Yellow sundress. Her dirty blonde hair disarranged by the soft breeze. She knew I was watching. Soundlessly I crept behind her. Staring off into the distance, she leaned back against me. The perfect curve of her ass pressed, determinedly, against the throbbing ache between my legs. I couldn’t see her impish smile but I knew it was there. Surreptitiously my hand slid beneath her dress, as I eyed the busy sidewalk. Tracing...