For some reason Fran was feeling remarkably horny as she sat alone on the wooden bench enjoying the afternoon sunshine. She always enjoyed coming out on to the pier during the summer months, finding it gave her a sense of freedom; a stark contrast to her days cooped up inside the stuffy confines of a classroom trying to teach a bunch of adolescent thugs, who had no desire to be educated the lessons in life. Now that the holidays had arrived they could all go to hell as far as she was concerned. This was now her time and she intended to take every opportunity she could afford, to just sit and relax in the sun. Breathing deeply she leaned back against the wooden slats; her face turned towards the sun savouring the clean salty air that bounced off the waves, as they gently cascaded against the side of the pier. A group of sea gulls flew noisily overhead in circles, their shrill cries echoing through the air as they searched for handouts from the skippers of the small armada of fishing boats that were anchored against the sides of the harbour wall.
Whether or not it was the sight of the handsome fisherman whom was busily toiling a few feet away from her that had suddenly set off her arousal she wasn't sure. All that she knew for certain was...that she was feeling horny. She squirmed in her seat trying to relieve the pressure that she was feeling in her crotch. Somehow the seam of her tight Levi's, had worked it's self tightly between her legs, the soft Denham material pushing hard against her swollen labia, separating the delicate lips until they were clearly defined against the fabric. She felt her face flush with embarrassment as she glanced down and saw the obvious 'Camel Toe' staring back at her, and wondered if the fisherman who was busily unloading lobster pots in front of her had noticed it too.
Every couple of minutes or so the man, whom Fran judged to be in his early forties or maybe late thirties, would disappear from view as he descended the steel ladder which hung from the wall of the pier, only to return moments later clutching yet another basket, which he would carefully stack onto a wooden barrow. Fran smiled inwardly to herself as she watched him bend in order to stack his precious catch, his tight buttocks almost within touching range. She resisted the urge to just simply reach out with her hand and touch him: the thought causing her to giggle as she wondered what his response might be.
This she now realised was probably the main reason for her arousal. It had been a long time since she had been with a man and her daydreaming wasn't helping matters: Besides of which the rubbing sensation that she was so much enjoying between her outstretched legs, had now developed into an almost uncontrollable urge to go and relieve herself. Waiting until the fisherman had disappeared from view once again, she got up and headed for her apartment, which was adjacent to the pier entrance and only a short walk.
It was whilst sitting on the toilet, the thoughts of the fisherman in his tight trousers racing through her head, that Fran first had her inspiration; it was an idea that would later change her life forever. Had she known at the time...had even an inkling of the implications of what she was about to embark on... then maybe she would never have considered it.
Pulling the flush she clumsily kicked off her tight jeans together with her now sodden underwear and walked into the bedroom. There she removed the rest of her clothing and then unlocked the door of a huge ornate wardrobe that dominated the tiny bedroom. She had known when she first saw it in the antique shop window that it would be far too big for her apartment, but she had fallen in love with the piece and knew she had to have it. It was as though the richness of the wood with its intricate carvings was somehow calling out to her.
Pulling the door open wide she surveyed herself in the full-length mirror that was affixed to its rear.
. "Not bad," she mused, admiring the reflection that stared back at her.
She reached up clutching at her breasts feeling their firmness... gently kneading each one until her small pink nipples stood proudly erect. Letting them go she opened her legs slightly and brushed her hands softly along her shaven pussy, feeling the smoothness of its soft skin. Satisfied she reached into the closet and removed a Lilac summer dress that she had purchased some weeks previous. The little dress was elegantly designed and would suit her need admirably.
Slipping it on over her head she once again returned her gaze towards the mirror. The chiffon material being so light that she had to reassure herself that she was actually wearing anything at all.
Four small white buttons adorned the front of the bodice from neckline to waistband, each designed with a small flower embossed in its centre. Fran carefully fastened the tiny buttons and then with a mischievous smile on her lips, opened up the top two again. For what she had in mind modesty was not on the cards for that particular afternoon. The skirt of the dress flared out from the thin waistband, finishing about an inch below her pubic bone. Turning around she glanced over her shoulder in order to re-affirm its shortness.
"Mmm...bending will be out of the question," she mused, noting how the hemline finished just short of buttock cheeks." But then again...we'll see."
Satisfied that the tiny dress would meet her requirements, she felt a tingle of wicked excitement as she opened up the drawer of her dresser and carefully removed a tiny white 'g' string. Stepping into it she let out a soft moan as the thin elastic, which she pulled up tightly between the lips of her pussy brushed against her sensitive clitoris. Completing the outfit Fran then donned a pair of white stiletto heeled shoes. Fran liked these shoes; they had always been one of her favourites. The length of the heels extended her long slim legs as well as accentuating the muscles of her calves, making the dress appear even shorter.
As she paced the small room she smiled provocatively, her eyes never leaving the reflection in the mirror as she watched herself with an almost narcissist pleasure. Pleased with the result she stopped and slowly raised her arms above her head, watching as the hem of her dress climbed higher and higher until the small white triangle of her 'g' string poked into view. Her heart racing, she glanced around the small apartment as though looking to see if anyone was watching and then slowly reached under the hem of her dress and hurriedly removed it again. Now totally naked beneath the flimsy material she sucked in a huge breath and hurriedly stepped out of the apartment before she changed her mind.
Her heart was in her mouth as she stepped out onto the pavement and began her walk back to the pier. At one point she was ready to turn back and just forget the whole thing, when a huge dog suddenly came bounding up to her. Without warning it unexpectedly jumped up onto its hind legs and rested its massive paws upon her shoulders, nearly knocking her off her feet. As she stood there too terrified to move, a man came running over apologising profusely and clipped it onto its lead.
"I'm so sorry about that," he apologised, scolding the dog. "He's only a pup."
"It's okay," replied Fran as she bent over and patted the dog, "I used to own one myself. They can be a bit unpredictable when they're young."
The dog pleased with all the sudden attention licked at her hand and then started poking its nose inquisitively under her dress, lifting the hem over its head. Fortunately due to her slight stoop as she leant over to pat the dog, the front of her dress was slightly longer than if she had been standing upright, so her nudity hadn't been revealed. The man whose eyes were riveted to her exposed cleverage was oblivious to the fact that there was a much better view going on down below. Fran's heart nearly stopped as the man bent down, his face only inches from her crotch and scolded the dog once again before muttering his apologies as he dragged the dog away.
She watched them walk away uncertain as to whether or not he had seen anything. It gave her a strange buzz to think that maybe he had and was perhaps much too shy to remark on it. She giggled quietly to herself as she continued her walk towards the pier thinking over the incident 'a classic case of eyes in the wrong place...at just the right time.'
