Often when walking through the city centre I'd see some one who would make my day seem that little bit brighter. A girl would walk past me, probably not even aware that I exist, her beauty, her femininity would enchant me. The way she moved, the way her womanhood shone through would excite me. Male instinct would come in to play and for a moment I would study her breasts, for a millisecond I gaze at the way her pussy is beautifully outlined by her tight fitting trousers. I go on my way momentarily excited by the experience.
Today was different, today I was captivated by beauty. For a moment in time I could no longer concentrate on anything but her. I drank her in, her gorgeous brown eyes seemed to sparkle, her jet black hair fell across her shoulders and caressed her beautifully formed face. This was love, no doubt in my mind, I was smitten. I was in turmoil, this vision of perfect womanhood stood before me and I didn't know what to do next. I could only compare what I felt to how you feel when you see virgin snow. Captivated by its beauty, enriched by its purity, yet still you desperately want to experience, feel and enjoy it. That was the state I now found myself in, I wanted her on every level that made me human.
I have already said today was different, different because today I was not in the centre of town but in my own flat. This heavenly vision was potentially my future flat mate, and right now her rent for the month was a promise that she would stay exactly as she was at this moment forever.
" Hi, I'm Rachael" she said, her smile warm and sincere. "Simon," I replied awkwardly, "let me show you around." The tour of the flat didn't take long and she seemed suitably impressed. I watched her as she inspected every room, she seemed to light up every part of my home and I was praying she would make it her home soon. " Would you like some coffee"? I asked, as we returned to the kitchen, she accepted and soon we were talking about our interests, then our recent history. Our conversation was comfortable, I really liked her and by the time she said she would love to share the flat I was in deeper than I'd ever been in my life.
That's how come she was sitting on my settee tonight. The same as she had done for the last month. We had been getting on really well. We gave each other space, we both loved to watch documentaries on TV and she didn't even seem to mind watching the odd game of football. My only fear was that I had, perhaps, made her uncomfortable. I couldn't help but gaze at her for long periods. She would sit in a certain way that would either accentuate her beautifully formed breasts, or, she would curl up on the settee, her cute ass outlined by the tight leggings she seemed to love to wear.
My eyes would devour her femininity, I longed to taste her sweetness. If she was aware of the longing I had for her she hid it well. I was sure she did not know how I lay in bed at night stroking my hardness. Imagining my tongue gently opening her pussy, tasting the first of her secretions as her clit filled with arousal and protruded erect from its moistened hood. I lose my self in my own lust as I pictured her grinding her pussy into my face, the image of her coming over my face would unleash my own orgasm, and with it a torrent of hot come would shoot out of my twitching cock landing on me and spurting beyond hitting the pillow into which I stifled my cries of pleasure.
Even though I was certain she knew nothing of my self pleasuring, I was sure she must be aware of the over all effect she had on me, I just hoped my longing did not drive her away.
I suppose looking back it was obvious it could only go one way or the other, eventually my longing for her would have to have an outcome. Either I would do something rash and she would storm out thinking I was some sort of sad bastard or ……
I had cooked tonight and dinner had been late. I was finishing the dishes when I heard a moaning coming from the front room. My imagination was running wild, I had fantasised many times about Rachael touching herself. I often would lay awake at night hoping to hear her whimper as she reached orgasm, but never had I been given the treat I longed for. She didn't have a partner and I figured she must find release through self pleasure, perhaps it was this I was hearing. I moved quietly toward the front room and peered through the open door. Rachael lay on the settee, her eyes were closed. I could see she was breathing deeply by the way her perfectly formed breasts pressed against the tight material that clung to her upper body as she breathed out.