The day was hot by San Francisco standards and Cerise felt the warm sun on her back as the air around her filled with the sounds of loud crowds, louder techno and sharp snaps as riding crops, paddles and single tails tanned willing asses all along Folsom St.
This was Cerise's 1st time at the Folsom Street Fair and she thought that she'd just take in the sights of what had grown to be the most notorious public fetish and kink event in the country. She'd heard stories and seen photos of the throngs of thongs, latex and fetish gear proudly parading around the crowd of 400,000 people and thought that it'd be the perfect chance to take the next step on her sexual journey.
The day before she'd even decided to join in the play, purchasing a riding crop, an elegant party mask and a shiny black catsuit that accented her full figure. She imaged all the naked flesh around her and the crowds of appreciative onlookers. She hoped that she might turn her share of heads and maybe even find a few new playmates that could help her explore some of the things she'd been reading about and was excited to try.
What she would have never hoped, imagined or in any way have thought possible, was that she'd find herself in a corner behind the women's tent, a large black strapon attached to her waist and a thick bottomed, red head bent in front of her begging to be fucked harder.