She woke up that morning feeling so bored. What the hell? Each and every day was identical to the previous. The alarm's noise had become so annoying. She wanted to break it in little pieces and throw it to garbage.
She got up, stretching her body and got ready to go to work. Same things were happening day after day. Nothing new, nothing special to shake the dark murky waters of her life, nothing important to make her feel alive.
Another boring morning, another boring day, another boring piece in the puzzle of her life.
Feeling that crappy she took her handbag and locked the door. She got into her car and started the engine.
The car rolled and soon she was in the avenue she used every morning to get to her job. The traffic light got red and she rested her head back since the jam was huge.
She knew she had to wait a lot until it would be her turn to pass, so she listened to the music her player offered her, completely lost in her thoughts.
Thoughts of despair, loneliness and embarrassment...
She had reached 30 years old and had no man in her life. Her friends thought this was a bit strange for such a gorgeous woman and her family was bothering her each time someone they knew got married or engaged.
She felt like nobody, a total zero. And all that could not be explained since she was really attractive, being a really tall woman, with a body that could make a saint sin and a face so sensual, red hot lips and eyes so lustful that no man could resist. Yet, she was alone...
Men seemed to be afraid to approach her due to her beauty and that made her so sad. She longed for a mannish touch, for a passionate kiss, for someone to ease her desire. But...
As thoughts were coming, she didn't notice that the traffic light turned from green to red, then again to green and she was stuck there.
Suddenly, before she even understood what happened she heard a big noise, like something was breaking and turning her head to the right she saw a man putting his hand from the broken window and grab her bag. She was so frightened by the sudden fact that she didn't react. The next moment he was getting away on his motorcycle.
Being unable to move, she stayed there looking at the road ahead, cursing inside. Finding her temper again, she became so angry cause in her handbag was her purse, all her id papers... fragments of her life.
"Damn! That guy took it all!!! I have to go to the police and report what happened..."
After she managed to pass the damn traffic light, she headed for the police department and an hour later she was on her way home.
There, she called her job and informed them what had happened and asked for two free days to relax and get back to normal. Anyway, she needed these days to be completely isolated and put her thoughts in order.
A few hours later and being already better since she spent a few hours sleeping, she filled the tub with hot water and got ready to take a bath. She wanted to offer herself some relaxing moments and for that she lighted 3 candles, put some jasmine scent oil in the water and turned off the rest of the lights. Then she took off her bathrobe and sunk in the water. It felt so good lying there that her muscles became less corded than how they were the whole day.
She had her eyes closed and her imagination took her far. She had always a very sensual personality and it was easy for her to view in her imagination pictures that would turn her on...
The sense of being there, in the water, the half light the candles spread and the relaxation she felt, made her think of passionate moments she had lived before. Her mind was traveling back to those moments, making her body feel hungry for what she didn't have for a long time now. Hungry for a man that could satisfy her to the bone, that could make her scream under his touch.
Under these thoughts she started stroking her clit and fondling her breasts. She felt the desire growing and lusting waves flooding. A climax was what she needed to feel good...
Lost in her fantasies, she didn't heard the window in her bedroom opening, neither saw the stranger who got into her room. Anyway, he was too careful and knew how to enter a house without anyone hearing him.
He got in, and looking around to be sure that nobody had understood his entrance, went to the room's door, passed the little corridor and headed for the slight light he saw.
Being careful not to make any noise he approached the bathroom and, looking from the keyhole, all he could see was her lying in the tub and the candles.
Slowly he passed to the living room. He would stay there until sure that she was in her bed...
Half an hour passed, hidden, in a not so comfortable position, behind the couch when he listened to her heading for her bedroom. She wore a silken black nightdress, had her black long hair falling down like ebony waves and her perfume filled the room. Then, she rested in her bed and felt becoming lighter and lighter...
Some minutes later, in deep silence, he came out from hiding and walked to her room. He had it all planned since this morning... since he saw her.
Approaching her bed, he stood for a while staring at her.
The street light coming through the window let him see her so clearly.
She was amazingly beautiful, lying there, dressed in silk. Such a desirable woman turning him on just by looking at her...
Some minutes passed and the more he looked at her, the hornier he felt. She was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen in his life and by the very first moment he saw her, back that morning, he couldn't take her out of his mind.
