There are people who like to give advice, there are those who like to listen to advice, she was one of those.
– Angela, maybe he has someone, yesterday he didn't even want to fuck, I was there all evening with my bare ass twisted, he was tense and didn't say anything. And it looks like yesterday he also jerked off before going to bed while I was lying next to him, and then she didn't say that she herself fucked with a silicone dick in her vagina.
– Oh, girlfriend. Rather, he has someone, and you need to dress more expressively, like a whore, to make him jealous, don't wear panties, I'll write you the address of a store right now, where it's better to get a big discount, don't take underwear, you don't need it, men pay little attention to this, they don't want to see us in underwear, you'll save money
She took a taxi back and the distance was quite short, like a suburb.
She dressed like this, as her friend advised, and first decided to take a walk around the city before going home, it was a day off for her.
She actually managed to dress in such a way that she looked like a train station whore.
A short skirt that was more like shorts or breeches. And because of the prominent shapes, the original model, which was supposed to be worn loosely, now turned out to be tight, contrasting the hollow of the crotch on the buttocks.
Diana, having walked two blocks in her city, where she had already returned in the evening, noticed that men were simply drilling her with their glances and fucking her with their eyes, she was very happy about this, she was on top of her sense of self-importance, which she believed she had lost in recent years in her marriage.
She wants to hook a man again, like she did when she was twenty, so that he would pour her drinks and take her to shops, court her, in the hope of seeing her breasts and touching her buttocks with his penis.
She wanted to become an expensive toy again, which people wanted to buy. The abandoned industrial premises that she encountered on the way were frightening from afar, but the trees that grew along the perimeter conveyed the peace of nature and calmed her down. The flowers that grew between the concrete slabs on the territory also added to the tranquility of this place, and so she, having forgotten the initial anxiety, did not notice how she found herself inside, passing through the practically unlocked gates, and, having found a bench, sat down.
She felt a peace that she had not felt for a long time, loneliness, and when no one sees you or bothers you, but at that time she heard a voice that did not allow her fantasies about the sea and moving into a state of zen to unfold.
– Aren’t you afraid to be here?
She looked back and saw a fairly decently dressed man who had apparently followed her into the area after seeing her on the bench.
– No, what's the big deal? It's only evening now.
– Of course, of course, but let me take you to the people, it’s dangerous to stay here alone.
He offered his hand and she stood up.
– I know a path there to the main road, it’s better to go through from there and go out into the city.
– Well, you are very kind, there are still gallant men.
– No problem.
The man was apparently walking after work, and in his hands he had some kind of bag that looked like her husband's.
– My husband has the same one.
