I wore my jacket zipped up, walking absently down the street, keeping the lower half of my face bundled in my scarf. I didn't have a destination in mind. I was just out for a walk in the invigorating weather.
Invigorating but cold. I pulled my beanie down a little better over my ears, glancing into the window of the library. It had been a long time since I was there. I used to love the library. Internet access. Books everywhere. A nice quiet atmosphere. I stared into the window and smiled into my scarf.
Moving along, I pulled out my phone and glanced at the time. Saturday. 3:15. Casting my eyes up to the sky, there was nothing but clouds. It would snow soon. And it was already getting a bit dark. But I had nowhere to be. Plenty of time to crunch more leaves. Slipping my phone back into my inner jacket pocket, I continued ambling down the street.
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The leaves on the ground were browning, but the leaves left in the trees were orange and red and yellow. God I loved fall. And I used to walk all the time. I didn't feel like walking most of the time after work, but I had a little bit of time off, so I enjoyed it while I could, wandering aimlessly.
I first saw her from the corner of my eye, the Sonja Blue clone. Raven dark hair, dark mascara, lipstick, and too much eyeliner. Her left eye had a sickly green look to it, as if she had a healing bruise. Looking closer, I saw ripped jeans and a baggie hoodie. And... Was that a streak of red hair poking out of her hood, mixed with the black?
Her eyes met mine, perhaps feeling my heavy gaze dragging over her; I averted my eyes quickly, chagrined at being caught staring. I quickened my pace, hoping to avoid the awkward questions. I didn't typically look at people at all but... She totally checked all the boxes that got me going. What can I say? Goth girls are hot.
I pulled out my phone, pretending to look at my messages, knowing full well nobody really texts me. But it was nice to have something to do, while I pretend I wasn't just ogling the emo girl. I then glanced left and right briefly before jogging across the street, before turning left, toward the park. I used the change in direction to glance back her again; gone.
As I strode forward, equally both disappointed and relieved she was gone, crunching the leaves beneath my feet, and reached down to adjust my newly risen erection. Goddamn she looked good! Glancing around and seeing nobody, I sank onto the cold park bench and closed my eyes a moment, trying to calm myself down.
Thirty three, and my dick still had a mind of it's own. And it showed no sign of going down, so I slowed my breathing and began to meditate. I sucked oxygen in through my nose, held it a moment, and blew out slowly. In through the nose, hold it, out from the mouth. In, hold, out. In, hold out. In and out. And before I knew what was happening, an image suddenly popped in my head: me kneeling between her thighs, thrusting my hips in and out. I was sure her thighs were milky white, soft and supple... Fuck. My erection had returned with a new vigor.
