Chapter 4: Public Free Use
Sunshine hammered the park paths, baking the concrete beneath Ellie’s high heels as she prowled, a week’s pent-up desperation thrumming beneath her skin since Marcel had emptied himself inside her against the kitchen counter. She wore nothing underneath the scandalously short denim skirt, its frayed hem barely grazing the lower curve of her immense ass; above, a flimsy crochet halter top, more gap than fabric, strained violently to contain her 34HH breasts, the nipples visibly pressing against the loose weave, shamelessly exposed to the warm, voyeuristic air. Sweat beaded along her hairline, plastering strands of long brown hair to her temples as she scanned the bustling park, her blue eyes sharp and hungry, the raw ache between her legs a throbbing counterpoint to the cheerful chirping of sparrows.
The sun's heat prickled her bare shoulders, a welcome contrast to the cool ache demanding attention lower down. With a shrug that sent her heavy tits swaying, Ellie tugged the useless crochet top over her head, tossing it carelessly onto a nearby bench; her massive 34HH breasts bounced free, large pale areolas and stiff pink nipples instantly exposed to the humid air and the startled glances of passing joggers. "Fuck it's hot," she muttered, arching her back slightly, letting the warmth soak into her skin, the breeze teasing her stiff peaks, each pulse of sensation echoing the deep, needy throb between her legs. She licked her lips, tasting salt, her eyes raking the path ahead, searching for anything, anyone, that could fill the desperate emptiness screaming inside her. A flicker of movement near the dense shrubbery lining the path caught her hungry gaze, a shadow deeper than the rest.