I had managed to find a man to entertain me in a chat room, so I was more relaxed than I had been in a while. One of the things I had learned in chat ...as that there were men posing as women there. It tended to make the men paranoid, so I had to change my description, so I appeared even more less than perfect. It was strange for me to pretend I was twenty five pounds over weight with thin brown hair. Hell everything about a chat room was pretend. I had serious doubt that there were that many. Then, to think that I could change her was a mistake, too. ‘Billy Joel?’ Now, she was really making me feel bad, especially when she started singing a melody of his songs while smiling and laughing. She was teasing me hoping to get me to tell her what the surprise was. ‘No.’ ‘Elton John?’ Gees, what was I thinking? I’m such a dope. This will never work, I thought. I should have taken her to a concert first before taking her here. A cold sweat suddenly made me think it was all a mistake.. It was breezy and I already started to feel turned on, I checked to see if there were anyone around and slipped my right hand into the top of my dress where my breasts were. They were really sensitive again, my nipples stiffened as I walked and played, soon I lifted the whole left boob out of my dress and I was squeezing it while I walked. I felt really naughty doing this.I got nervous when I saw a dog walker and quickly slipped my boob away again, I blushed at my carelessness, but turned down. "Ah, sweetie." Janet said in mock sympathy. "I'm sure there will be some muscle-bound women as well."Karen wrinkled her nose, her 'rabbit face' Emily called it. "No thanks," She replied, but added wistfully. "But I suppose there might be some sultry gypsy girl with long black hair, dusky skin and deep, dark eyes. Now that I could go for." I didn't know I was your type." Emily said, for she certainly had the dark hair, although her bob cut would hardly be described as long and her skin was far.