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Night Walks
(Nicola Nichols)

Casey moved silently through the darkness of the street behind the parking garage. Anyone inside the garage who might be looking out would be blinded by the bright lights inside. She would be delightfully invisible.



She tugged at the hem of her black long-sleeved tee-shirt, pulling it down. 



The tee-shirt is all she's wearing; as she floats through the dark, the touch of the night air on her bare thighs and pussy arouses her. 



That was the point. Becoming aroused, feeling a hint of danger, of outrageousness was the reason she made these night walks. 



There was the aspect of being a voyeur. Seeing people without them knowing they were being seen excited her. Even when all she saw was them doing ordinary, everyday things, seeing people who didn't know they were being watched got her hot. She didn't totally understand, but it had always been that way. 



When she was little, sitting on the stairs in her house, hearing her parents entertain when she was supposed to be in bed had been courting trouble. That was exciting. Now, as an adult, outside her own home, invading the privacy of other people proved erotic. 



The simple things she witnessed took on an aura of titillation. Sometimes, more often than she would have guessed, she got lucky and saw far more interesting things ??" a man sitting on his couch, jerking off as he watched a porn movie, a couple making love on their back porch... 



It varied. You never knew what you would encounter. That made her night s uncertain and capricious... and absolutely glorious. 



On this warm night, the air sat on her with a heavy stillness. She hoped to see something sexual, something that would take her mind off Rob leaving her. Something that would make it worth letting him go.



Rob, her ex-boyfriend, considered himself sexy and hot. In the beginning, she agreed with that assessment. And he certainly was both muscular and delightfully well hung; he had plenty of stamina too??"enough to satisfy her. 



When they dated, he was always ready to fuck and able to make her come.



Unfortunately, from the moment he'd moved in with her, things deteriorated. 



It took a little time to realize that it was because of her. Casey's love of, need for, variety and change. Too soon, what he had found novel, exciting, and sexy, unsettled him. 



Casey loved to experiment. He had too. 



She'd met him at a dance, a wild DJ party, packed with sweaty young bodies. He bought her a drink, and they danced, their bodies bouncing enticingly against other hot bodies. 



He took her out in the alley behind the club to smoke a joint, and when they finished it, enveloped in a lovely buzz, he'd pulled her into the shadows behind a putrid dumpster. 



Without a word, he had pinned her body against the damp brick wall and hiked her skirt up. Then he dropped his pants, exposing his hard prick and lifted a leg so he could shove it into her, slipping it past the crotch of her panties. His hands gripped her ass tightly and he began fucking her. 



Her response was to wrap her legs around him, riding his lust, feeling his hot, hard flesh moving inside her. He took her furiously, and when she bit his ear, he exploded, spending his seed, emptying his balls inside her.



At that moment, as his cock slipped out of her and he put her down on her wobbly legs, she thought she might have found the right man. 



But it wasn't to be.