>>1927161Yeah, for me it's the implications, the subtleties that make something arousing. That's the heart of this fetish: the blush, the vulnerability, the loss of control. No one touched her, no one even tried, and yet a quirk of the weather does the work for them, giving just enough to fuel the perversions of those around her. It's as if something, or someone, wanted her to be helpless at that exact moment, and there's nothing she can do about it.
No, the many boys now looking aren't going to do anything. But they're looking, and thinking; imaginations run wild and cocks start stiffening. If some passing twist of fate wanted to briefly expose her before them, who are they to deny it?
In their minds, she's already at their mercy.
