yummygal
Onlooker
I shouldn't have taken this way home from school.
An attractive girl cutting through the woods wearing a short plaid skirt with bare legs and cute little saddle shoes - not a good idea.
The breeze sends cool gusts of air up my skirt, tickling my thighs and sometimes briefly lifting it before I can catch it and hold it down.
So glad no one is around to see my white cotton panties. That would be very embarrassing.
Crunch.
I hear the sound of leaves being stepped on.
I stop. Startled, scared.
My heart beating faster.
Nothing. Maybe just my imagination. I begin walking again but at a quicker pace.
If someone is following me, I do not want to wait around to find out.
"Hey,little girl," I hear a male voice call out. His taunting tone reveals bad intentions with definite sexual overtones.
I stop dead in my tracks. heart racing now.
Should I run? What if it is just another schoolmate following and playing a joke on me?
He appears. I do not know this man. He is about 21 years old wearing a black trench coat and black leather boots. He has a demented look on his face.
He seems twisted, evil and I am very frightened now.
I quickly think about what to do next. I can grab my cell phone in my school bag and make a call to emergency services. The police might be able to find me - deep in a forest?
He slowly stalks his way towards me. His demented glare is fixed on me. I feel like prey. Like he is closing in to attack.
That's when I notice what he has in his hands. A long leather whip in his right hand and rope in the other...
Oh no!
An attractive girl cutting through the woods wearing a short plaid skirt with bare legs and cute little saddle shoes - not a good idea.
The breeze sends cool gusts of air up my skirt, tickling my thighs and sometimes briefly lifting it before I can catch it and hold it down.
So glad no one is around to see my white cotton panties. That would be very embarrassing.
Crunch.
I hear the sound of leaves being stepped on.
I stop. Startled, scared.
My heart beating faster.
Nothing. Maybe just my imagination. I begin walking again but at a quicker pace.
If someone is following me, I do not want to wait around to find out.
"Hey,little girl," I hear a male voice call out. His taunting tone reveals bad intentions with definite sexual overtones.
I stop dead in my tracks. heart racing now.
Should I run? What if it is just another schoolmate following and playing a joke on me?
He appears. I do not know this man. He is about 21 years old wearing a black trench coat and black leather boots. He has a demented look on his face.
He seems twisted, evil and I am very frightened now.
I quickly think about what to do next. I can grab my cell phone in my school bag and make a call to emergency services. The police might be able to find me - deep in a forest?
He slowly stalks his way towards me. His demented glare is fixed on me. I feel like prey. Like he is closing in to attack.
That's when I notice what he has in his hands. A long leather whip in his right hand and rope in the other...
Oh no!
