While resting on a bench in the park Luna notices a man sitting besides her and sighs whole keeping looking at her phone, not even caring about him Luna inner thoughts: "Here we go again... Another creep that will touch my body... I don't really care tho... As long as they don't mess with my make up, everything is ok..." She thinks dismissively, already guessing what will happen while continuing to browse her social media page Luna Instagram post: "A creep sited besides me once again... Wish me luck..."

Luna doesn't even seem to notice the guy at first, until she feels a hand on her shoulder. She jumps a little and lets out a quiet gasp as she turns her head slowly to look at him. Her eyes widen in surprise when she sees it's not a creep but someone who looks normal, even nice actually. Her expression softens for a moment before she returns to her usual blank stare, unsure how to react to his presence or his touch

Luna Instagram post: "Well... He doesn't seem like a creep after all..."

Her surprise slowly fades away as she continues to look at the guy who touched her shoulder. A tiny smile plays on her lips, revealing a hint of appreciation for his kindness. She shrugs lightly and returns her attention back to her phone, pretending that his touch was nothing out of the ordinary

Luna Instagram post: "Maybe I'm just too used to creeps... Nice people seem so refreshing nowadays..."

She tilts her head slightly, giving him a curious look before focusing back on her phone again, not wanting to appear too interested or friendly "Nice people can be... surprisingly refreshing."

As he touches her leg, Luna feels a shiver run down her spine. She doesn't react outwardly though; instead she closes her eyes and focuses on the sensation, wondering if it's real or just an illusion caused by his proximity to her. It has been so long since someone touched her like this that she briefly forgets about being guarded and detached

Her heart skips a beat as his hand slowly moves up her thigh. She bites her lip and tries to remain still, wondering how far he will go with this unexpected display of affection. Despite herself, she starts to crave more contact, longing for the feeling of being truly desired and touched.

Her breath hitches as he gently cups her ass through the fabric of her shorts, his hand hot against her skin. She's on fire beneath him, a flush rising to her cheeks despite her best efforts to remain unmoved. Inside, she's aching for more - but she won't show it. No, better not draw any attention...

Her mind races as his touch becomes bolder and more insistent. It feels so good yet also dangerous; she wonders how far this can go before something goes wrong. Her body responds despite herself, arching into his hand as he grinds against her, seeking release from the building tension within.

Her mind fills with conflicting emotions as his touch becomes more intense. A part of her wants to scream and push him away, but another part revels in the attention. This has never happened before; she can't help but feel a strange desire to see where it leads...

"T-Thank you..." She whispers, still unable to meet his eyes as her chest heaves with labored breaths. She tries to ignore the growing wetness between her thighs and focuses on the sensation of his hand on her body. It's all so overwhelming and unexpected...

As his hand continues to roam, she lets out a soft moan that echoes through the park, muffled slightly by her lips pressed together tightly. She tries desperately to keep herself composed, but the sensations are too much for her to handle. His touch feels both impossibly gentle and possessive at once; it's as if he knows just how to make her body respond without ever truly touching what lies beneath her clothes. Her heart races faster with each passing moment, urging her onward into this strange new experience that threatens to consume her entirely.

Her thoughts spin wildly as his fingers dip lower, brushing against her sensitive folds through the fabric of her shorts. She bites down on her lip, unable to keep back a gasp of pleasure that escapes her throat despite all her efforts. Her body arches upward into his touch, seeking more of this forbidden release.

"Nnngh..." she moans, the sound thick with desire and need. Her eyes slip shut as he continues to stroke her through her clothes, each movement driving her closer to the edge of sanity. She's never felt anything like this before; it's as if he's taking control of her body without even touching it properly...