Stranger on a bench

She rose; it was early morning. She thought she would walk to the shop across the park, for fresh air more than anything desperately needed. Quietly, and quickly, so as not to disturb anyone, she put on shoes, and grabbed a coat. A warm one, as she had no clothes on. ‘It won’t matter’ she thought to herself ‘I look perfectly respectable’.So thinking, she stepped out into the early morning travesti istanbul sunshine. Pleasant, but a bit nippy, which made her think of her nipples, and smiled to herself at the thought of her hidden nakedness. The woman walked easily, not hurrying nor dawdling, enjoying the air, after the stuffiness of being indoors. It did not take long to arrive at the park. istanbul travestileri Empty save for birdsong and the distant hum of traffic, she walked along the top path, stopping when she reached a bench. ‘No need to rush’ she thought and in doing so sat herself down on the wooden slats, she could feel them pressing against her, through her coat. Not sensuous, yet istanbul travesti reminding her of her existence, stimulating her presence in the here and now. Her attention focused on the surroundings. Faint fragrances, subtle colours in the sky and the vegetation. She thought ‘I feel quite chilled’, and immediately shivered, making her smile at the humour of it. Down below, on the bottom path, she noticed two lovers strolling, enjoying time together. She followed them with her eyes, enjoying being unseen. When they stopped, she sensed their arousal. As they embraced, she looked away, only to find her vision dragged back to the unfolding scene.