Ripe with the scents of spring, the May breezes always made Annie feel more awake, more daring, more alive. This morning after she'd showered she had dressed in a long spring dress, without any underwear. The rest of the year it wouldn't occur to her to leave the house without panties, but on this spring day she wanted the breeze to reach as much of her skin as possible.
She hitched her bag higher on her shoulder and turned onto Roncesvalles. The grocer she liked to visit was close by, and generally had a variety of fresh food available.
The walk home was fairly short, and for the duration she was very aware of the breeze reaching up her skirt. Her pussy felt alive, and she was suddenly very aware that it had been months since she had dated anyone long enough to have a sexual relationship. She hadn't felt lonely in that time, but she certainly missed the sex.
She slid her key in the front door of the house where she rented an apartment, wondering where she was likely to meet anyone in the next while. Her office wasn't hiring, she knew all of her friends' friends...her prospects weren't looking good.
Unlocking and pushing open her apartment door, Annie carried her bag of groceries across the living room to the kitchen counter before turning around to close the door.
She was shocked out of her daydreams by the sight of a strange man standing in front of her.
Annie was too surprised to know how to respond, but was starting to think that maybe she should yell for help.
"Please don't scream," he said, walking slowly towards her with his hands still up.
Her senses, which were heightened from her panty-free morning walk continued to tingle, now spurred on by uncertainty and fear.
He didn't look like a burglar. He had finely chiseled features and his dark hair was somewhat long and looked silky. He wore a white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and expensive-looking jeans. Frankly, he looked like a hot young college professor.
"What do you want?" Annie asked, trying to sound confident. His piercing blue eyes held her own captive,
"I was standing on Roncesvalles," he said as he guided Annie towards her table. "As you walked past I smelled a most intriguing scent."
He lifted Annie up by her waist and sat her on the edge of her table.
"The closer I got to you the better I could smell it." He moved in closer and his voice got very quiet. "That's when I knew."
"Knew what?" Annie whispered back.
He moved his head closer so that he was whispering in her ear. Annie could feel his skin moving close to hers, and smell his musky, manly scent.
"That you aren't wearing any underwear."
Annie pulled back and met his eyes.
