The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 02 - Sex Stories

The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 02

... assault, but now there was a more pressing issue. Sylvia was nude in public. Again.

Her bag wasn't large, but it was the only cover she had, spun around to rest in front of her crotch as her other arm covered both breasts. She dashed for a side road - a detour to her house but it was further from the more busy, trafficked streets where cars were starting to take far too keen an interest in her body.

Just around the corner was her neighbor - the elderly Mr. Shien out with his walker - who she dashed around, uncovering for a bit to keep balance. He began to vocalize at the naked girl who ran past, his coughing fading into the distance as she continued past him.

Rows and rows of houses went by, Sylvia desperately hoping that nobody happened to be looking out their front windows at that moment.

At the next intersection, she saw two boys riding by on their bicycles. Remembering yesterday, she knew they were about to make the turn down this street, so she searched around for some sort of cover, coming across a small garden in somebody's front lawn. She ran towards it, crouching down below a row of hedges.

Sylvia crouched low to the ground, her hands out in front of her as she declined into the shaded dirt, cool to the touch from a recent watering. She stuck her head low as she heard the sound of bike chains passing her by, the two boys arguing over who the stronger comic book character was.

Once the sound faded into the distance, she waited on the dirt a few ...

... more seconds, only standing upright when she was confident they'd gone by. She checked the coast on either side to make sure nobody else was out at this hour and hopped over the row again, landing awkwardly as her shoes gave her little sense of balance.

Her body was covered in a small amount of dirt, bits of brown sludge sticking especially to her breasts as she had put the most pressure there. There was no time to wipe it off, the longer she stood out here the higher the chance of being seen was. She merely brushed off whatever was loose, the dark stains still remaining on parts of her body.

Lucas's house was finally in sight and Sylvia raced up the driveway, hearing a car honk as she turned off the sidewalk. The filthy girl raced up the lane leading to his house and hopped onto the front porch - pounding on the door repeatedly to sell the urgency of the situation.

"Lucas!" Sylvia called when the door opened.

But it wasn't Lucas who answered.

His mother was dressed to go out, face full of makeup and shoes already on, and she recoiled in shock at the sight of the naked girl on her porch.

"Sylvia?" Her voice was shrill. "What in God's name do you think you're doing?"

"I-Is Lucas home?" She asked, suddenly aware of the woman eyeing her body.

"My son is not available to some - some harlot who tries to seduce him in such a profane manner!" She reached for something behind the door.

"Please, Ma'am," Sylvia covered herself. "I just need something to ...