Clearly, a wrong number. Still, though… ‘Thank you for last night, sweetie. It was so special.’ Oh, that voice! It sent a shiver through Mitch�...s body. Clearly, this was a wrong number. There was no other explanation. No girl had ever called Mitch’s number and used that deep, throaty, sensuous type of voice. Who was she? And who was the lucky guy who had spent this great night with her last night? Mitch had lost all hope of ever having a night like that with anyone. He had been married once, but. "What's your name, baby?" he yelled after me. "Xuani." He yelled something else but a passing car kept me from understanding it. I kept walking, feeling butterflies inside and wearing a huge grin. That was fun. I felt wanted, if only for a minute. I was the one that left him wanting. I was alive, and I felt sexy; and not just as a release for Loi. The monotony was broken. I always walked the same route and at similar times- about half the time the muscled, cocky guy on the porch was. “This is crazy, I can’t walk around like this.”“What about me,” I said as my skirt inverted and I didn’t pull it down and let gravity slowly return it to where it should be.“Fuck Georgia, we’re worse than hookers.”“Nice isn’t it. Feel that breeze on your pussy, doesn’t that feel good?”“Yes it does.”“Come on Riley, let’s walk.”“I’m nervous Georgia, what happens if someone sees us?”“I thought that that was what you wanted, men to see you as near as naked as possible.”“It is but ...”“Relax Riley,. It was getting late and I wondered what would happen next. David put his arm around me and kissed me passionately as I felt him unbuttoning my tunic top! Todd then complimented my breasts and I thanked him! I was at ease being bare breasted, especially around this area, bare breasted females of all ages were common. Grandmothers and granddaughters alike went topless. I guess it was a local beach thing. Some of the bikini bottoms left a lot of cloth off and didnt hide too much of a females.