Who Was He?
Short Erotic Stories in English on WordsAllMine
Synopsis: Short Erotic Stories in English on WordsAllMine. A small suspense story about a girl who meets a strange boy on the bus every day.
It happened for another time. He smacked his thirsty lips at the sight of mine he so desired, or at least I felt so. I picked my regular corner seat in the bus, No. 46G which takes me to my workplace on a regular routine.
During the most uncomfortable forty-five minutes of my day when the wagon would wander around the holy city of Copenhagen, I would often ponder on the thought, if he would come just to rip me with his icy cold eyes. My gaze flitted when I saw them lingering down my body without my permission. I felt naked under his intense gaze despite wearing an office suit.
I couldn’t afford to look straight at his dark-skinned face. I was too shy for that. Yet my eyes hesitantly roved towards the rest of him. The rock-solid body was admirable. But a tattered pair of grey trousers and a casual dusty white T-shirt? He dresses regularly like this. In fact, the clothes seem to be the same ones he was wearing last week and sometime before that. I personally don’t like guys who repeatedly wear the same clothes. But his grotesque attire made me worry on a deeper level to wonder if he had no work. Going deeper, his dwarfish stature and over protruded facial features didn’t give him an appeal of a Danish citizen. He was no good, yet his silent staring made me curious.
‘Is he nothing but a stalker?’
Why was I thinking that? I had challenges at work, milestones to complete, and singlehood to enjoy. ‘And this man is only intervening in my personal space, who seems to belong to a foreign land, who seems unemployed and could be a stalker.’
‘Go to hell.’ My gaze rebuked him.
But for the first time in two months, he shifted to the seat next to me.
Holy cow! My temptation reached the next level when his shoulders pressed against mine and his fiery breaths rattled on my ears. A drop of sweat trailed down my forehead. His desperation was appealing to my senses and made me freeze. So, it was clear, he wanted me. My hands fiddled with each other, my mind ceased to exist, and my heart took over me now when he skimmed his hand down my arm which was crushing under his heavy weight.
His trailing fingers sent a spark at every pore of my skin down towards the wrist. He had a strong want for me and I was not able to shake him off. I was trapped in the dark corner of the bus, under his intense flame. He was irresistible. And there was no reason for that, absolutely none.
Going forward, he took my hand and placed it on his left thigh, just above the knee, while I took on a sensual posture, a show off of my femininity.
He encircled his fingers on my palm like a feather kissing on my skin. I hesitate to confess, but I loved the effect of his touch. It was an imaginary reality which I could see with closed eyes. My conscience was under his control as if a magician was performing his powerful trick. I wanted to gain authority and roar, ‘love me’, but I was still frozen. His heat froze me!
Now I wanted him too. But this was not what my senses told me. I could no longer feel his touch and opened my eyes to find he was gone. I looked around. The scarce crowd of people was busy with its mundane chatter as before. Everything was as it had been, as if a storm had come and gone.
Was it just a dream? No, it wasn’t. I realized as I looked down on my hand to find the diamond ring was missing from my index finger!
