Veronica
Copyright© 2006 by Horatio
Chapter 27
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 27 - A modest but desperate young woman goes through deep embarrassment in order to become wealthy.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Humor BDSM Humiliation Sadistic Torture
Veronica got to the end of the street where the old lady lived and resumed the interrupted journey to her home. She kept a careful watch for the odd late night reveller and, more importantly, for any nocturnal policemen/women, whether on foot or motorised. She reached Hampstead High Street without mishap, save for the fact that she was already getting to feel as cold as ever.
Crossing this wide thoroughfare was the worst moment since leaving the comparative security of the Heath. Any insomniac looking out of his or her window at that instant would have had a wonderful view of her as the bright street lights shone down on her, revealing every single feature of her noble and curvaceous body, gleaming white, as she sped across the road and headed for her block of apartments. She was a fit and athletic young lady, as I have already said several times, and her neighbours would never have seen her physically toned perfection to better advantage as she ran gracefully up the slope to her home. Happily, insomnia was not a problem with anybody tonight.
But, sadly for our by now exhausted heroine, a group of returning revellers did happen to pass by at this time. The sound of their maudlin delight rent the air.
"Nice one darling! Lovely f*cking arsehole! Now turn round and let's have a look at the front. Come on sweetheart".
She ignored this cacophonous and very unwelcome compliment and hurried towards the door. It seemed that the young men were debating among themselves whether to come and inspect her at close quarters and a consensus seemed to be quickly emerging to the effect that this would be an excellent idea. She heard the sound of their hilarity getting closer and panicked.
The street door to the apartment block was opened by punching the correct combination into a keypad and then pushing the door open. But her fingers were numb and she was shivering, partly from the cold and partly out of fear of what these awful hooligans might do to her. At the best, the noise might cause the police to be summoned - and she didn't care to think too long or too hard about the worst possible outcome!
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