Heat and moisture gather between her thighs as her fingers now tace along the curvature of her hips. She moistens her parched lips with her tongue as her fingers trial down to the waistband of her skirt.
A sudden noise echoes in the empty alleyway bringing her out of her daze. Before stepping out of the alley she smoothes out her clothes.
She is reminded of the sand that abrasively rubs her thighs and decides it is probably time to head home. A hot soak in the tub is in order and perphaps her release.