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felt a thrill at the
sight, lifting her dress high and studying the fabric. It embraced
the junction of her thighs like a second skin, and she could see the
hint of her slit, almost highlighted by the vibrant pink.
A
knock on the door made her jump, and she dropped her dress hem in a
hurry.
“ Are
you alright in there?”
“ Oh,
uh, yes!” Scurrying, feeling frantic, as if she had been caught
doing something bad, Jenna grabbed the bag of clothes and stumbled
from the changing booth. The man stepped back, blinking at her, and
she wondered if he could tell how red her cheeks were. “Sorry,
uh, thanks for the clothes.”
“ They're satisfying , then?” His words seemed to imply more, but
she was too flustered to ponder it, and she simply gave a series of
nods, so rapid her hair bounced. Turning, her feet danced over the
cool ground, and the brunette dashed out of the tent with a strange
feeling of trepidation. She needed to leave, but she wasn't sure why
her intuition was telling her to do it as quick as possible.
“ Uh,
yes, they're great! So, yes, thanks again! Um, have a good day!”
She
wasn't sure if he waved, she was hurrying down the pier too quickly
to look back.
Her
nervousness calmed after a few minutes, but even so, she was far away
from the tent before she realized she was walking barefoot down the
lane. Gawking at her scattered thoughts, her unawareness, Jenna
looked from her toes, back the way she had come, and debated on
returning. The idea was amazingly humiliating, especially when the
realization that she had also left her original panties on the
changing room floor hit her.
Slapping
her forehead, feeling her own burning skin, the girl sighed loudly.
On a whim, she peeked into her bag, a tingle of memory in her brain.
She recalled in her daze a snippet of her shopping spree, thinking
she had also bought some new shoes at the man's shop. Jenna wasn't
completely relieved when this proved true, for the objects she lifted
from the sack were a mixture of pure sparkling seduction. The heels
were tall, sharp; The straps thin and blue. All together, they were
shoes better suited for clubbing, not a walk around a farmer's
market.
In
the end, Jenna shrugged in defeat. Bending over, her toes slipped
into the high fashion sandals, the wrappings going up her calf so
high she felt trapped in them. Her first steps were a bit wobbly, but
quicker than she expected, the girl was soon strutting down the
walkway easily.
Too
easily.
At
first, she attributed it to just adjusting to balancing in the heels,
her hips shifting to keep her from falling. It was obvious though
that she was swinging her rear a bit more than was called for, each
step a seductive stroll across the ground. It made her feel sexy, and
her concern over her odd movement was blooming with the insistent,
sudden blossom of heat in her lower belly.
Rubbing
a palm across the back of her neck, she tried to blame the sun, to
rationalize it as just the weather hitting her tired form. Each
movement she made, every little clop of a heel, it all seemed to be
creating a strange sensation between her thighs that was clearly not
related to the summer.
Jenna
wrinkled her brow, pausing a moment beside a display of watermelons.
The owner tried to speak to her, and she waved him aside, almost rude
in her focus. Her heart was pulsing, her skin tingling. Something was
wrong, that much was clear, but she couldn't make sense of it.
On
wobbling legs, she took a few more strides, knowing instantly that it
seemed to correlate with the rubbing caress on her lower half.
Impossibly, walking was creating a feeling like something was
brushing over her quim, sliding over those plump lips and increasing
her desire rapidly.
Her
mouth parted, and she licked it uneasily. 'Why am I getting turned
on, is it just the heels making me feel sexy, or something like
that?'
Swallowing
nervously, she decided she needed to get home.
Initially,
she planned to walk faster, thinking speed
sight, lifting her dress high and studying the fabric. It embraced
the junction of her thighs like a second skin, and she could see the
hint of her slit, almost highlighted by the vibrant pink.
A
knock on the door made her jump, and she dropped her dress hem in a
hurry.
“ Are
you alright in there?”
“ Oh,
uh, yes!” Scurrying, feeling frantic, as if she had been caught
doing something bad, Jenna grabbed the bag of clothes and stumbled
from the changing booth. The man stepped back, blinking at her, and
she wondered if he could tell how red her cheeks were. “Sorry,
uh, thanks for the clothes.”
“ They're satisfying , then?” His words seemed to imply more, but
she was too flustered to ponder it, and she simply gave a series of
nods, so rapid her hair bounced. Turning, her feet danced over the
cool ground, and the brunette dashed out of the tent with a strange
feeling of trepidation. She needed to leave, but she wasn't sure why
her intuition was telling her to do it as quick as possible.
“ Uh,
yes, they're great! So, yes, thanks again! Um, have a good day!”
She
wasn't sure if he waved, she was hurrying down the pier too quickly
to look back.
Her
nervousness calmed after a few minutes, but even so, she was far away
from the tent before she realized she was walking barefoot down the
lane. Gawking at her scattered thoughts, her unawareness, Jenna
looked from her toes, back the way she had come, and debated on
returning. The idea was amazingly humiliating, especially when the
realization that she had also left her original panties on the
changing room floor hit her.
Slapping
her forehead, feeling her own burning skin, the girl sighed loudly.
On a whim, she peeked into her bag, a tingle of memory in her brain.
She recalled in her daze a snippet of her shopping spree, thinking
she had also bought some new shoes at the man's shop. Jenna wasn't
completely relieved when this proved true, for the objects she lifted
from the sack were a mixture of pure sparkling seduction. The heels
were tall, sharp; The straps thin and blue. All together, they were
shoes better suited for clubbing, not a walk around a farmer's
market.
In
the end, Jenna shrugged in defeat. Bending over, her toes slipped
into the high fashion sandals, the wrappings going up her calf so
high she felt trapped in them. Her first steps were a bit wobbly, but
quicker than she expected, the girl was soon strutting down the
walkway easily.
Too
easily.
At
first, she attributed it to just adjusting to balancing in the heels,
her hips shifting to keep her from falling. It was obvious though
that she was swinging her rear a bit more than was called for, each
step a seductive stroll across the ground. It made her feel sexy, and
her concern over her odd movement was blooming with the insistent,
sudden blossom of heat in her lower belly.
Rubbing
a palm across the back of her neck, she tried to blame the sun, to
rationalize it as just the weather hitting her tired form. Each
movement she made, every little clop of a heel, it all seemed to be
creating a strange sensation between her thighs that was clearly not
related to the summer.
Jenna
wrinkled her brow, pausing a moment beside a display of watermelons.
The owner tried to speak to her, and she waved him aside, almost rude
in her focus. Her heart was pulsing, her skin tingling. Something was
wrong, that much was clear, but she couldn't make sense of it.
On
wobbling legs, she took a few more strides, knowing instantly that it
seemed to correlate with the rubbing caress on her lower half.
Impossibly, walking was creating a feeling like something was
brushing over her quim, sliding over those plump lips and increasing
her desire rapidly.
Her
mouth parted, and she licked it uneasily. 'Why am I getting turned
on, is it just the heels making me feel sexy, or something like
that?'
Swallowing
nervously, she decided she needed to get home.
Initially,
she planned to walk faster, thinking speed
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