Sophie never left the mundane rhythm of her life. She woke up, worked, took care of her home, and repeated. She was happy in her quiet little life. She spent her evenings sitting by the fire sometimes sewing new garments. She kept her mousy brown hair in a bob cut. Her body was slender, and her tits could barely be considered a handful. Whenever she gazed in the mirror, though, her round ass seemed to complete her look. Under all her dresses it seemed to portray that she was not much to look at, but once her skirt was lifted there was plenty there to hold on to.
Sophie lived in rural England. She dwelled in a small cottage, connected with a few others, just outside the small township. The buildings were dated and some modern day luxuries had not yet made it into her cottage. A washing machine for example. The nest of cottages had their own community clothes washing station. Each occupant had their day for use. Sophie's day was today, Sunday. At first light, she grabbed her basket and began walking to the wash station. The morning was a frosty one, but Sophie was planning to wash her coat. She was wearing her normal day dress and nothing else.
Once she arrived at the wash station, neatly situated in the corner behind 3 cottages, she turned on the water. While waiting for the water to warm, she heard some noises coming from the cottage directly next to the station. Sophie looked into the window and saw two bodies entwined. The woman's feet were pushed up to her head and her lover was thrusting into her. The woman's breasts bounced against her lover's chest, and her moans made it out the window to Sophie's ears. Sophie's lip quivered as she was overwhelmed, she couldn't look away.
Her pussy began to puff out and she felt the beginnings of arousal overtake her. Sophie's body flinched and she dropped her basket, the couple in the window looked up in alarm. Sophie was frozen in embarrassment since her hand drifted to her pussy and began rubbing her clit. The couple each grew a smirk on their faces, beginning to get back into rhythm of their previous activity. The male leaned down to suck on the woman's neck. The woman held Sophie's stare and moaned while smiling at Sophie. Suddenly, Sophie's mouth was covered and a hand grasped between her thighs. Sophie realized she was being pushed over the washing station.
"Naughty, little slut. Watching strangers fuck. Does it turn you on to watch?" A gruff voice bit out right next to her ear. His warm breath on her neck felt good compared to the biting cold surrounding them. Her attacker's foot spread Sophie's feet to match the legs of the washing stand. He knelt down putting his weight onto her back, and grabbed pieces of Sophie's laundry to tie her legs to the stand. Lastly he brought one of her kitchen rags to her mouth, tying it tight around her head. After that, one of his hands trailed back up to her thighs while his pelvis pushed into her ass, and she gasped as she felt his erection. His free left hand slipped inside the top of her dress, and lightly squeezed her right breast.
