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So what happened to The Farmer part 3? The final part of that tale is a secret I might tell, but only if you ask me very nicely *wink*. But I have another experience to share with you now, one I hope you will enjoy.

I love being paid attention, but sometimes, when I was in my very early 20s it could become a little intimidating, especially late at night on quiet London streets.

I'm quite slight and although I've always been very fit, I was concerned that I could be too easily overpowered so I took some self defence classes. Not the serious sort, just enough to give me a bit of a chance to get away if I needed to. One thing I can do is run, even in heels I'm pretty fast, and not many busses escape me.

One evening I'd given up waiting for a taxi and was walking the short distance home from a visit with friends. Mostly the journey was through well lit streets but for one short stretch I had to walk along a darker road with houses on one side and a park on the other.

I was thinking about the evening just ending, going to dinner with some good friends who, being in a happy relationship themselves, seemed to be determined to invite eligible men to their dinners with me. Sweet of them, but I liked to make my own choices so always played it very cool and put most of these poor guys off before they even got started. David had been my 'date' that night. It was a shame I had met him in those circumstances because he was really quite gorgeous and I would have loved to get to know him better. He had been more determined than my dinner dates usually were; almost as if he guessed that I found him really attractive but wasn't letting it show. He had left the dinner party before me, kissed me gently on the cheek and whispered that he would see me again one day. I swear I could feel his cock swelling as he leaned into me.

I was daydreaming about him as I walked along, a stupid thing to do and I knew better, but he really had made an impression on me, what would he be like in bed? I imagined he would be an adventurous sort of guy and my thoughts were full of the hardness I'd felt and what he could do to me with it. I was fantasizing so much that I was startled when I heard footsteps coming up fast behind me. Suddenly back on full alert, I steadied my pace and carried on walking, willing the footsteps to be in the other side of the road and to hurry past. The footsteps came closer, on my side of the street. My whole body was on alert now and sensing danger.

I felt a hand on my shoulder...

To be continued