I watched the rain, slide gently down the black umbrella. Dance on the corner of the edge, and finally as if finding a place like heaven, jumped into the ground near her feet.
Obsessing over small discrete things that happened around her was, you could say a pastime of mine. She stood at this bus stop every day from 5:16 - 5:25 coming straight from her job, which was at the local camera house. Catching the 42 to the city. I caught the 19 which came 3 minutes after hers.
She, was the woman of my fantasies, a naturally beautiful woman, by natural I mean that she had beauty that struck you as heaven sent, nothing spectacular about her body, face, eyes. I think that is what made her so desirable, she looked normal her brown curly hair always bounced a little when she walked, sliding against her uniform and sometimes catching the edge of her nametag. It read "Marianne" such a fantastic name, I thought, then again everything she did amazed me, from the way she held her umbrella, to the way she smiled at the bus driver even the way it faded as she sat down on the bus.
I had always wanted to talk to her, but to afraid of ruining the perfect scenario in my head, and living in that regret.
The day of this story that all changed.
Standing there, watching her stare at her shoes in the rain. I took another drag of my cigarette cupped under my hand, and half into my jacket so it wouldn't get wet. Out of nowhere she turned to me and said.
"Excuse me? Could you.. Uh.. Do that again?"
Choking on my own words, god I was going to die of asphyxia, I couldn't breathe much less think of the words that were coming out my mouth as I sputtered them out like a high school kid being caught looking through the holes in the changing rooms.
"Guh... what did I.. Um.. Uh..look at? Or I.. "
She laughed, God her laugh was amazing. It spiked the air with a gentle breeze as it lit up her eyes and her smile brightened up the gloomy evening.
"Haha.. No, Um take a drag of your smoke. I.. Well I am a photographer, I want to capture that moment, its rather beautiful"
I laughed and took a drag of my smoke. Busting into a lagging fit running over the conversation in my head.
"Your silly" She said.
"Stop laughing, its not that funny"
I smiled at her, and said. " I know, I know its just so random"
As I spoke her bus pulled up and she got in line, holding her camera snapping pictures. She lifted the camera from her face and said.
"Hey, umm do you want to go out for coffee sometime? Maybe? With me?"
I'm sure she noticed how wide my eyes went, as I stammered the following string of grunts and spasms'
"I uh.. Sure like. When I.. We can.. Hey im free this evening"
She smiled.. "Ok then, 8? At muggo's?"
"8 it is, it's a date" I said slapping my hand against my face.
She got on the bus, and instead of smiling at the driver, she shot me the most beautiful smile that had crossed those perfect lips. I smiled back and continued to wait for my bus.
Later on at my place, I tried on a total of 8 ties, 7 shirts, 3 pants, 4 boxers (just in case). In an attempt to trim my pubic hair, I had managed to fuck it up, and decided off with it all.
At about 7 o'clock I was just about to leave, so I went to shut my stereo off and realized I should probably jerk off quickly before the date, so I wasn't ruined by sexual tension and anxiety.
I went into my bedroom, and started thinking about her amazing legs, that pure white skin peeking through the fishnets of her uniform stockings. Her hair touching her naked breasts, sweat dripping off of her bare body as she rode my cock furiously, screaming my name. I jerked off harder and faster, imagining her sucking my cock and biting the head of it fiercely. Just as I was about to come I heard the following on the radio.
"Pile up on I-12 people are advised to take I-13"
"FUCK ME!" I shouted, realized taking the I-13 would take at least 30 minutes longer than the I-12 not thinking, I zipped my cock back in and shot into my car. Waiting for the light to turn green 4 streets from the café I realized I had become so sexually aroused that this date would be incredibly sexually charged.
I pulled into the parking lots of the library and walked to the café 6 minutes late. As I sat down, hoping she hadn't left after such a short wait. She walked in the door, watching her open and walk through the doors was possibly the sexiest thing I can imagine. She had on a red leather jacket, glistening in the dim light of the café her breasts pushed right up in a black corset. She had a beautiful black silk dress on peeking out from under her jacket, and as if in slow motion she shook her head and fixed her hair slightly wanted to run up and kiss her right there, hold her in my arms and press her hot body against mine. Turning around and looking right at me she shouted from the doors. "Hey!"
"Sorry im late, damned traffic accident on the I-12 had to take I-13 pain in the ASS"
I looked at her questionably. " but you take the.. Bus out here every day. I figured you lived close.
Her smile faded " oh.. Well today was the last day, I live on the other side, north.. I.. My ex boyfriend lives out here needed to get my things from his place."
" Ah crap I'm sorry. " I said
"Don't be he's a useless cunt with a horrible haircut" She smiled at me as she said that.
I laughed " ok then, should we get some coffee?"
We got coffee, and spoke about art, photography, and literature. I found out she loved art, and wanted to sell her photos for some real money, but the art scene in our town was so pathetic that no one will buy it. She liked red wines, cigarettes, Marilyn Monroe, and romantic comedy movies. The whole evening I was listening intently, which is quite amazing considering I would randomly veer of into the thought of sliding my foot up the chair and tickling her pussy through her knickers. Wishing I had finished jerking off earlier, I managed to think up quite a few scenarios, none of which are very good conversation on a first date. As the evening chat at the coffee bar drew to a slow close, We walked outside to say our goodbyes and part ways.
"Hey, can I get your number?" She said smiling.
"Sure!" I exclaimed quite surprised and excited that she wanted to see me again.
"I want to let you know when I develop your photos, I send you copies or something" She said cheerfully.
"Oh I thought...I Uh never mind" I said with a sigh, completely crushed that we hadn't hit it off. "Its uh.. 555-1234"
"Ok, thanks." She said looking into my eyes. "Say, um.. Do you want to go get some coffee?" Looking like she had just realized she had said the stupidest thing in all of existence.
"We..are kinda at, coffee" I said smiling jokingly.