The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 01 - Sex Stories

The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 01

... was more or less decent, there.

The doors screeched shut behind her and Sylvia looked up to see her friend waving as the bus drove away. Her home was only a few blocks away from here and she wanted to be in the safety of her own room as soon as possible.

Right now, she was in a few tiny scraps of cloth that barely resembled a shirt and a pair of oversized shorts that rode up in the front and back, making an outline of her pussy. They had to stay that way, lest the neighborhood see the print on her stomach.

She started towards her house, only a few blocks from the stop, already thinking about how she could get the marker off.

Some makeup remover and a few balls of cotton should do the job, and if that was too little then she could try a stronger cleaning product from the kitchen with an ample amount of soap. Sylvia looked down and saw that some of the writing had already smudged against her pant-line as she sweated under the late-afternoon sun.

She'd made it past the first crosswalk, her pace almost a jog as she raced to be seen as little as possible by the various people walking about. It was still too early for most people to begin their evening walks but a lot of people were driving home at this point, so the roads had the occasional passing car. Thankfully, her clothes looked enough like work-out clothing from a distance that nobody was double-taking or slowing down too often, at least, as long as she stayed a decent distance away.

She'd made it to the ...

... first intersection, doing a quick check for traffic in any direction before continuing onward. She couldn't pick up the pace in her oversized shoes, which had already given her feet a few uncomfortable scratches even through the pair of socks Monica had donated.

There was the sound of scraping against a nearby fence as she heard something exhaling roughly and repeatedly. A dog ran out from beneath a hole in the corner and lunged towards her.

Sylvia didn't like dogs. She didn't hate them, either, but they had a tendancy to try to jump at her and beg to be played with, getting fur and slobber everywhere. She'd heard this dog while walking to school every morning and seen its owner walking her as well, but the name escaped her until she saw its golden coat of fur.

"Goldie, down!" Sylvia tried to yell as the dog sprinted at her.

The call out was pointless as she was jumped by the animal, though it wasn't her face that it was trying to lick. The dog had bitten down on the front of her pants.

"Stop! No! Down!" She tried to yell, clutching the other side of the fabric and pulling back.

But the dog only wagged its tail as it believed the effort was some sort of game. It was then that Sylvia recalled what she had been told earlier. "I think some food got spilled on it at some point so it probably smells like ham and cheese."

Darn it! She smelled like old food!

The dog got its feet to the ground, and began to shake its head violently. The sound of ripping cloth ...