You left your basement, leaving the box behind swinging your hips sexually as you went up the stairs. The black dress was so short that if someone was standing at the bottom of the stairs they would see your perfect ass underneath it, you grinned smugly at that.
Soon you where out side. The cloud filled night sky above you, beaconing you into its embrace. You were all too happy to oblige, lifting one leg and positioning the broom between your tender thighs. The hard wood rubbed against the front of your soft silk black panties making you moan slightly out of reflex. You rubbed the rod again your front slightly, enjoying the feeling.
You closed your eyes and imagined taking flight. The broom lifted underneath you digging into your slit. You crossed your legs bitting your lower lip. Your dainty sexy hands rapped around the firm rod with all your strength. You were half way between the the ground and the storm clouds when you finally stopped your brooms ascension. Looking down you watched the lights of civilization move beneath you like ants. You felt the chill of the night air breeze past you your black dress lifting slightly giving you goose bumps.