He‘s watching me... I'm naked in the minds eye. The material of this dress is weightless on my skin. Every female instinct should be screaming to me this is crazy, this is crazy! I‘ve just brought my own butterflies into the park, that's all. Rapidly any nervousness is becoming entwined with the afternoon sun making it feel like it's heat was setting between my legs. I noticed him across the park, he’s in the same place as yesterday. He must work close by. He’s laying on his front. Perhaps to hide his erection? I want it hiding inside of me right now. He will notice my red painted toe nails. The same colour I was wearing that morning on the train last week. He has a foot fetish. My nipples are hard. Naked under this cotton. Let me just stop here for a moment and adjust my shoulder strap. It’s not the first time I’ve had a strong man at my feet. I’m giving him what he wants. For now. I‘m so wet. I just want him to taste it.

The glare of the setting sun prevents me from seeing his face. We’ve shared many glances, some have been broken unintentionally by the unfolding chaos of city life at rush hour, while other times I’ve been able to pick up on the submissiveness of his character and that’s when I imagine his breath around my cunt. I don’t even know this man's name, but if I did it would ruin everything. These are my rules. Let me sit down here, on this bank for a moment to regain my composure. And give him the time to regain his.