I See Her

Drew

Fuck. Me.

I was looking forward to this weekend. I had it all planned out: finish work, shower the meetings off me, and watch LOTR whilst destroying a family-size pizza. Perfect plan, right?

Wrong.

I'm at my third beer in this pub garden. My friend was dumped by his long-term girlfriend and he's making it everyone else's problem.

I swear the girls in our group are saints. They are listening to his every word, trying to make him feel better.

Me, personally? I think the guy is a good, reliable friend, but a shit partner. I'm here for him, but after one hour of him repeating the same story, adding more details each time, my brain had to block his words to save itself.

The only good thing tonight is that I saw the most amazing pair of tits ever.

There's this couple at the next table. They're foreigners, so I don't really understand what they're saying. Sometimes though, an English word escapes so I know what they're talking about.

The woman is wearing a white linen top and a black skirt. No makeup, and most importantly, no bra.

I'm a simple guy. I noticed her when she went to the bathroom. She passed me. She's on the shorter side, so her chest was exactly at my eye level.

Since then, I can't stop staring at her. She doesn't notice, though. I'm not making it obvious. I like how the top covers her just enough so I can't tell the colour of her nipples. I'll think about this when I get home. I wonder how they would feel like in my palm... if I pinch her, would she squirm or would she moan? Fuck. I can feel myself getting hard. Did she wear this top on purpose? To be watched? To get men hard? Very. Fucking. Naughty of her. And white, like she's innocent. But I see what she is doing. I see... her.

The guy suddenly moves next to her, grabs her face, tells her something and kisses her. I tense a little for some reason. I don't like his hands on her like that. It doesn't feel right. He's not touching her the right way. She doesn't move, but I can see she's bothered. Good. I'm also fucking bothered. She's putting distance between them and I relax.

What. The hell. Is wrong with me.

"Drew, are you OK? You look upset."

"Yeah. No. I'm fine, Hannah. Excuse me."

And I stand up. I see the woman also standing up, grabbing her things. She's red in the cheeks and starts talking fast, pointing behind her. She's making up an excuse to leave. I look at the girl next to me. I can see the concern on her face.

"Listen, I have to go. Tell Max to call me when he's ready to hike his pain away. Bye, Hannah."

The woman already left. I can see her on the other side of the street.

I feel this weird pull to follow her. Like a need. Like I've been on a diet for months now and I've just smelled my favourite dish.

I can't stop myself. I'm following her. Not too close, but also not far.

She's getting her phone out. I can see she's opening Google Maps, looking for... ah yes, the closest train station. Where are we going, pretty lady?

She starts walking faster. Has she noticed me? Should I let more people between us?

No. She's checking the train app. I think this is the first time in my life when I'm actually grateful I'm tall. I can see everything she's doing on her phone without any effort whatsoever. Does she not know that there are screen covers that make sure other people can't see what you're doing on your phone?

I follow her on the train. I get my phone out to get a ticket.

She sits down at a table and puts her head on the glass.

I can see tears starting to go down her cheeks. She's wiping them fast. And she's wiping her lips too. Very. Interesting.

She looks for something in her backpack. Her earphones that she puts on. The tears aren't stopping though. She just looks outside the window and wippes her cheeks.

I think she didn't want to be kissed by the guy. And now she probably feels weak for not reacting in a harsher way. I get it, pretty lady. It's because you didn't want him. He didn't know how to kiss you. How to touch you. But I. Do.

I look down at her top. It had wet spots where some tears fell. One of the spots touches her nipple and it got hard.

Fuck.

I feel like a pig as my dick grows again.

What is wrong with me? Am I a degenerate who gets hard at a woman's tears? No.

I saw many women cry. Some also cried because of me. I was always kind to them.

No. This is something new. Something she awoke in me. I can't say I'm in love with this part of me. It feels like it goes deep like some stairs that go downwards and never end. And I just started descending.

I want to get close, to feel her near me. The spot next to her is unoccupied. I could just go and sit down. She won't be able to see me properly because she is focused on her emotions and music.

I'm doing it.

I hide my erection with my jacket. I sit next to her. She didn't even look at me. Perfect. My thigh is touching hers. She's not budging. She doesn't pull away from me like she did from him. It feels like our legs are velcro-ed. I get harder. If this goes on, I'll get my trousers dirty like a fucking teen. What is this woman doing to me? My nose picks up her scent. She doesn't wear any perfume. But this sweet/floral smell comes from her. It drives me fucking insane. I'm grabbing my face like I'm in pain because I am and I know she's not paying attention to me.

I understand the guy who was with her. He couldn't help but kiss her. And I relate to that douchebag now.

I've always respected women. I defended my mom from her boyfriends, my girl friends from men who harrassed them and I never touched a woman without her consent.

But with her next to me... fuck. I get it. My hands are itching for her skin. I was never sure about anything in my life until now.

It's like this deep dark thing in me was sleeping and she woke it up by breathing near me.

She suddenly turns to me. Her eyes are blue. Like a storm. Her nose red from crying.

"Excuse me. I have to get off at the next station."

"Oh, I'm getting off too." And I smile. She nods.

I stand up and go to the train door. She follows me. We both sit on each side of it like we're guarding it. Her back is turned to me, so I can admire her body freely. She brings up in me such dark thoughts and I wonder if I do the same to her. If I can make her descend as well. I look at the door and I see her watching me through the reflection. Fuck. She caught me. I'm not backing down though. I come closer to her and I swear she leans into me. What is happening? Does she want something? Does she want to see how I can touch her?

She touches her hair. It's brown, past her shoulder blades. She moves it, showing me her neck. Like an invitation. What is it that you want, my dear? My lips there? My teeth? My hand? She has to do this on purpose, there's no other way. I get closer to her.

"Excuse me." She says, but doesn't move. She leans even more towards me. I want to touch her so bad my palms literally burn. I feel the heat coming off my body. Does she feel it too?

We arrive at the station. She presses the button to open the door. I bump right into her. She did it on purpose, I swear. I think she felt my hard cock against her back. She had to. I'm too obvious. Is this real?

She then gets off the train and looks back. As if she wants to see if I also got off. Does she want me to follow her? Is she making sure of that?

She moves slow. I'm behind her.

We're in front of the station. She turns to me and smiles. Then she walks away again. She smiled so she must want me to follow her, right? She know what she does to me. She felt it. I'm not sure how much I can control my body anymore.

Mara

What a day.

Fucking George. Who does he think he is, kissing me?

What an asshole. I l'll avoid him until uni is over. No more having drinks with my cohort. Apparently, it's not safe.

At least I looked at something pretty. This tall, blonde guy sat next to me on the train. His hair was so curly. His green eyes... like there was a whole forest behind them. But his hands... I saw him holding his face at one point and I noticed his long fingers.

I could only think of how they would feel on my body... in me. See, now if he'd kissed me, I wouldn't have minded.

I live near the station, so I'm walking home. It's a nice summer evening. I'm happy I was inspired to wear something light today, but I still can't wait to get home and shower.

When I arrive in front of my house, I feel like someone is watching me. Before I get my keys out, I look around. I can't see anyone. Maybe it's a neighbour thinking I'm robbing this place. Hahah, jokes on you. I live here. I make a point of showing my key when I open the door.

I get inside. I love how quiet it it.

I live with my ex, but he is away, visiting his parents. We get along. He's not a bad guy, just a bad boyfriend for me. I'll move out as soon as I get my finances together.

I get inside and I'm taking my clothes off right in the hallway. Oh, much better. I need to shower. Such a shit day. Except one thing.

I want to think a little bit about that hot stranger on the train. Always focus on the good in your life, right? I sit on my sofas arm. It's sturdy, like his lap looked. And I start grinding on it like I'd grind on him. I go slow, touching my breasts. Pinching them. I moan. I'm thinking of his fingers in my mouth, of his mouth on my breasts, his beautiful wild eyes looking at me. I am so damn wet. I wish he'd feel me. I focus on his gaze and I think how his voice would sound calling me a good girl. That pushes me to the edge and I feel my muscles tightening inside me.

Now, I can go wash everything off.

Water feels good on my skin. Like it's removing all the unwanted attention from me. Like it cleanses me.

Now that I'm done washing, I cover myself in some moisturiser. I never liked doing it, but hey, it's good for the skin and it does make my body extra soft.

I put on a T-shirt on and go heat up what remained of my lasagna.

I choose a horror film, open a can of Pepsi and enjoy my food.

I finish eating pretty fast, I turn everything off, put the dish in the sink and go to bed.

It was a long day. And the movie wasn't bad, but it wasn't good either. I just want to sleep.

Drew

I'm officially a pervert.

I followed her. I thought she was going to say something, but she didn't. My phone vibrated. My friends sent me messages asking if I'm OK. I replied, putting them at ease, then I look up from my phone. Did I lose her?

Fuck. No.

I search for her and find her in front of a house. She turns around. Did she notice me? Does she want me to go in with her?

Before I can decide, she goes inside.

I find myself in front of her house, in a fucking bush.

She has old-school window blinds. Because they're so old some of them are bent in places. I can see inside the place.

I see her taking off her clothes.

Is she putting on a show for me? Does she want me to watch her get naked?

She looks so fucking good. Her tits look way better than I expected. What the hell is she doing? Is she rubbing herself? Is she using her sofa? Fuck.

My dick is so hard it's starting to hurt. I can't believe I wish I was a fucking sofa arm. Like that silly song "I wanna be your vacuum cleaner breathing in your dust". "I wanna be your sofa arm so I can make you cum fast". She doesn't take long until she finishes. Good girl.

But what are we going to do about me?

Do you think you're the only one who'll finish tonight? No, ma'am.

I see her in the bathroom, through her open window. Her wet skin, soapy. Her face smiling. I can't stop looking.

I continue to watch her. She's back in the living room, eating something, watching TV. I know what to do now.

You wanted me to follow you. You wanted me to watch you strip, cum, wash.

I did all you expected from me.

Now it's my turn.

I check the doorhandle. The door is locked. Are you testing me? Is this part of the game?

I sigh and finally decide to knock.

I hear her inside the house, coming down the stairs.

She opens the door, not even checking who it was.

"Yes?"

"Hi."

"Hi. Oh."

Her eyes are getting bigger as she recognises me.

"I'm sorry to bother you but I seem to be lost and my phone battery died. I just knocked on the first house in front of me in hopes of you letting me charge my phone."

While I say this I shut down my phone in my pocket and I bring it out and show it to her. She frowns.

"Oh. I understand. Sure. Come in."

No. Fucking. Way.

"Iphone or Android?"

She looks for cables.

"Android."

"Here you go." She gives me a cable.

"But you have to leave it on the sofa. The cable is not long."

I nod my head.

"What a lovely sofa." I sit on it and put my and jacket exactly where she used it. I want it to somehow absorb her pleasure so I can feel it evertime I'll wear it. Like those kids who meet their heroes and shake hands with them, I'll never wash it again.

"Do you want anything to drink? Tea, water, Pepsi?"

"Yes please. Some water would be nice."

She brings me some water. I look at her. She only wore a T-shirt before, but now she is also wearing shorts. Her legs look so good. She also stares at me back.

"What's your name?"

"Drew. And yours?"

"Nice to meet you, Drew. My name is Mara."

When she says my name, a current goes right through me. Mara. How suiting.

"Mah-rah? Like that?"

"Yes! Perfect!" She claps her hands.

"What are you doing here? Where were you going?" She asks me.

"A friends gathering. But I'm lost. I'm from a different city and I don't know my way around this one." I smile. I must look like I'm slow at this point. Is she believing me?

"Do you know your friends' phone numbers? Do you want to find them on social media and talk to them?"

Fuck. She really wants to help me. And that is not my fucking plan.

"My friends don't have social media. They are sensitive about their data."

"Oh. Your friends seem smart."

"Yeah. I don't know what to do though. It's getting so late and I don't know my way around this city. My phone is dead still." I check my phone. "1%. Fuck. What am I going to do?" I put on my most innocent voice and stare at her like I'm a boy who lost his mum.

"Yeah." She bites her lip. "You know, I have some space. And you seem like a safe person, or at least, I feel safe with you. If you want, you can sleep here and we can sort this tomorrow. It is late."

And bingo! Mara, baby, this is how you end up in very dangerous situations. You are so lucky I'm here to protect you now.

"If you're hungry, you can go check the fridge. I'll bring you some pyjamas, a pillow and a blanket. Make yourself at home."

I nod.

Wow.

How did she survive life until now?

She seems stable. Even smart.

Don't worry, my pretty. I've got you. You know the saying: No good deed goes unpunished.

She comes back with everything she promised.

"Okay. I'm going to bed. It's late and I had a weird day. Talk to you in the morning. Goodnight, Drew."

"Good night, Mara."

She goes upstairs. I can hear her bedroom door closing. The clothes she gave me are men's clothes, but they're a little tight. I'll just sleep in my boxers. The pillow smells just like her, divine.

I lay down, thinking about my next move.

I wait a few minutes then go upstairs. The stairs creek, but I don't hear her waking up.

There are 3 rooms upstairs. I go to the one with a closed door.