You're at the pub on a Friday evening, winter time so the sky is already black with silver clouds scudding across the full moon. The orange of the street lights lets me observe you leaving the pub from across the street. You and your friends go your separate ways - they're too drunk to drive and are getting a taxi , you on the other hand are sober, and walk off saying your goodbyes to your car several streets away.....
I begin to follow in the same direction but on the opposite side of the street and from a discreet distance so as not to alert you to my being there. Your arse sways from side to side, the tight black skirt moulded to your skin; your calves lifted by the 4inch heeled black Mary Janes you're wearing. It's a cold night but I wonder if you've worn knickers under those shimmering flesh coloured tights. 'This bitch really wants it' I think to myself.
You round a corner into a dimly lit side street about 5 minutes walk from the main road, your thought now on getting home and not on your surroundings and who might be there. You pull your leather jacket tighter around your busty torso, cringing at the cold icy wind howling around you and especially your exposed legs. There are very few houses in the street, their occupants appear to be out or asleep - its mainly businesses and industrial lots. Poor lighting and this quiet locale is going to make it easier for me....