Flashers in the big city

The day began with a rush of excitement. She’d gotten all dolled up for the trip this morning, full makeup, great dress, and high, high heels. Tossing her long RED hair over her shoulder, gold highlights glinting in the sun, she’d set out to catch the Caltrain to San Francisco to spend the day in the city.

It was a perfect spring day: fluffy clouds scudding across blue skies; light wind gusts; throngs of people walking the sidewalks; street cars zipping by; fascinating buildings and storefronts. She’d dreamed about this adventure for so long. Now a reality! San Francisco was such a sophisticated city.

Now here she was. Her best friend was madly in love and wouldn’t come along on this trip – so she said “fuck it” and came alone. A friend of a friend lived in San Jose and let her stay there. San Jose was practically in San Francisco!

So here she was - on an exploratory visit to the city. She’d done a modeling class back home and had a portfolio with the requisite head shots. She was smart and young and beautiful. She’d figure out how to break into modeling.

In the afternoon she wearily caught Caltrain back to San Jose, glad to rest her tired feet. Once off the train, cursing her choice of footwear, she must have made a wrong turn while trying to backtrack the morning journey. She begins to think she is lost. Damn, damn, damn. She is getting a little worried.

Crossing through a park she hears someone yell, turns to see a man flash open his trench coat and expose his bare dick right at her. He is staring fixedly at her face, getting off on her terrified reaction. Flight. She screams and runs in the opposite direction. She is scared and alone and getting further lost. She begins to cry as she walks along the street.

But then up ahead she recognizes a landmark from this morning. Thankfully. She heads in that direction with a sigh of relief. She hears someone yell, turns to see a man flash open his trench coat and expose his bare dick right at her. Again. Second time in one day. He is staring fixedly at her face, anticipating a terrified reaction. But not this time. This time she turns on her heel and heads right for the perv screeching “You. Fucking. Cockbite.” So surprised by this response it takes him a moment to realize that she is getting way too close. He takes off running, his coat flapping in the wind.



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