Kathy stood for a moment, looking around her, all her senses alert. Her ears open to the crunch, crunch sound, maybe a hint of his manly smell, a glimpse of his black coat. She had been here for over an hour, time had dragged and now she was buzzing to see ' the man'. That's all she knew about him, a man who roamed the woods as eloquently as she did. She was not even aware that he could be standing silently behind her, watching as she watched out for him. In her innocence she was invisible, a quiet mouse wandering alone to and from her cottage, going about her daily tasks in a sylph like way, ignorant if you like to the simmering darkness that overwhelmed him sometimes.
He had always known she was there, he felt her need, maybe even before she did. He was careful not to make eye contact, to uphold the pretense of indifference. That was so important to him, to remain a person in her mind, a person without a name...for the time being. He sat silently on the fallen tree, his day's work over and just as he was heading back to his own home, he saw her. He noticed the way she laid her basket down, swept her hair out of her face and carefully look around her, an act so simple and discreet, but known to him. He smiled to himself as he took in the curves that so erotically formed her hips, her small waist blossoming out to her womanly breasts. He also knew that the time was near, the time he would make this girl, whom he knew all about....his.
Kathy started for her journey home, a touch of disappointment caressing her wistful smile, maybe tomorrow she will see him. Her cottage was empty, had been empty for a long time, her lone existence a timely reminder of her parents death many years ago. It was getting late, undressing she thought of ' the man' and noticed how her body reacted, a tremble deep inside, her heart beating faster, the longing and aching between her legs....sighing she went to bed, willing the morning to bring with it some relief from the heavy sexual tension she was carrying around.
The man woke early, and figured today was as good a day as any. He quickly checked his surroundings, everything seemed to be in place. Taking his long black coat off the peg he started off on his journey, knowing that she would be there, she always was, somewhere on the edge of his mind.
Kathy strode purposefully ahead, carrying the basket as always, being careful to not to stumble, but taking note of her surroundings. These woods had a habit of changing every day, colours and shapes appearing and disappearing. She stopped for a while, the heat of the sun glistening through the trees, listening for any sound that could be construed as human.
He moved silently behind her, every inch bringing her closer to him, he could hardly hold his breath anymore as he reached out and took a lock of her long black hair in his hand and stroked the length of it.
Kathy jumped, turning around quickly, the breath leaving her lungs in a gasp. She softened when she saw it was him, and smiled shyly with a hint of uncertainty. He continued to look at her, his dark eyes boring into her very soul. She realized he still had hold of her hair and squirmed a little, her cheeks reddening.
'I um...I...was...um'
' You were waiting for me, looking for me today as your were looking for me yesterday, and many days before that'
Kathy hung her head in shame, how could she possibly have thought that he had feelings for her, that her own desire was reciprocated? What a daydream she had been caught up in! She felt a little foolish and started to mumble an apology, before turning away.
He yanked her hair, forcing her to look at him. He took note of the emotions running heavily through her eyes, fright, lust, willfulness and innocence. Her head slanted to one side, her arms hanging listlessly by her side.
' You have thought about me, dreamed about me, willed me to notice you....even sought pleasure from your own hands at my expense, now you will come face to face with the reality'
He kissed her hard and unexpectedly on the mouth, savoring the taste of her sweet lips, his hand entwined tightly in her hair. He noticed how she willingly kissed him back, how her hips softened into him, her arms still lifeless...
With his hand now holding her wrist, he walked her back towards his cottage. Kathy struggled to keep up with his strides, sometimes tripping and stumbling, she was almost glad he held onto her, but felt a strange sense of loss as her own dream faded away. This wasn't how she imagined it at all, where was the thumping of hearts? The tender looks of shyness? The inevitable chattering. Nothing but silence enveloped her, silence and a deep dark brooding feeling, that had her body aching to be touched. A feeling completely at odds with her rational mind.
