Date: 4/15/2018, Categories: Masturbation, Author: the_lady_of_shalott, Source: LushStories
The man at the bus stop cussed loudly after the first raindrops spattered his face. A few adolescent girls with tawny skin complexions and golden colored sneakers giggled as if they had overdosed on magic mushrooms and rushed ahead with their arms stretched open. An elderly woman unfolded her umbrella with a visible worry etched on her face and raised it over her curly, gray head. She was probably worried sick that the water dripping from the sky contained a high percentage of acid that would harm in some way the precious peppers and tomatoes tucked comfortably in her cloth bag. A businesswoman with a briefcase was waving in an annoyed manner at the yellow taxis passing by her. It was that type of rain, one of those brief, summer episodes that would come rushing in and then withdraw just as quickly. However, all the participants caught in those episodes were always running for their lives, just like a pack of rats sneaking out of a sinking ship. Divna* was walking in a shamelessly lazy way among the bumping crowd, her hips swaying gracefully. She always acted as if even that humdrum, dusty street was a catwalk beneath her feet. Every footstep was calculated and she never made a single surplus movement. Her friends who fancied themselves to be much more intellectual than her always threw out hints to her that such type of behavior of a fashion model and sexual predator is rather ridiculous. She gave them a candid innocent smile and piped in such a sweet way that nobody would ...