A Woman's Trauma

"Do you have this in a small?" I asked the young girl in the busy store. The store which sold merchandise for a popular sports team was busy with sweaty older men trying to relive their youth by purchasing shirts worn by their idols. As if these shirts would hide their grotesque gut.

"Sorry. I think that gentleman took the last small," she said pointing to the short-ish man that appeared to be in his late 40's. He was Indian, like me. It did not look like a small had fit him for some time.

If I was not so desperate, I would not be in this store and I would not have thought in the slightest to approach this strange man. It was my son's birthday tomorrow and I had not seen him in some time following my divorce. It was his favorite sports team and I wanted the jersey of his favorite idol.

My life was a mess for the last 2 years and I just wanted to try and rebuild a broken relationship. My ex-husband had sent me spiraling in a rather miserable marriage and by the age of 33 I was finally working on myself.

"Sir, I am sorry to approach you like this. But I understand you picked up the last small jersey and my son is a big fan of the sports team," I said. He was a little startled and surprised by my approach.

"Listen lady, I have already paid for this. Maybe they will have some later on this week," he replied dismissively as he walked away.

I caught up with his pacey strides and began walking aside him. We were away from the hectic crowd of the store. In truth I never knew why such stores were so popular. It was not exactly aesthetically pleasing clothing. I pleaded with him when we were away from all of the noise, "it is my son's birthday tomorrow and I have not seen him in two years. I just want to do something special for him. It would mean a lot to me and I promise to repay you." There was a look of desperation in my eyes and my voice quivered as the pain resurfaced.

He stopped walking all of a sudden and looked at me. He was looking into my eyes and it felt like he was looking deep within me.

"Why? Why have you not seen him in two years?" He asked and there was an empathy in his voice as his eyes locked on to mine. Empathy was something I had not seen or heard in a while. My family had ostracized me for leaving my son with my husband. A woman's duty was supposed to be to her child but how could I look after him when I was unable to look after myself.

"It is too complicated to explain. I gave up custody to get out of my marriage. I know what people think of me and I know you will not think much different," I replied as a tear formed in my eyes as I thought about the pain of the last two years.

He wiped a tear from my cheek. It was forward but he did it with kindness and that meant a lot to me.

He gave me his bag. "These are some things I bought for my own son but I can come back again. A birthday only comes once a year."

I offered to pay but he refused to take any money from me. I wanted to hug this stranger for his moment of kindness but we left on a rather formal handshake after I profusely thanked him. As our hands touched I felt something and I had attributed it to his act of kindness.

I wrapped up the bits of sports merchandise and then I saw the receipt. I felt guilty and maybe he thought I was scamming him or something.

He had used an app to pay and the receipt had his username on the app, KingDru.

I had the app but never used it. I found his username and transferred the money he had paid with a bit extra to cover inconvenience. I added a message, "ty, u r a good man." There were limited characters so I had to use text speak. I hated typing like a teenager. I was a doctor by profession and I always believed in speaking correctly.

The birthday party was tense as my husband's family was awkward with my presence. It was impossible to explain the issues I had with my in laws. Seeing my brother in law was the most traumatizing but I had to bear this pain and humiliation to see my son.

My son was slightly confused and I felt the pain that my abandonment had on him. But he was easy to buy over as he eagerly opened the merchandise from his favorite team.

I felt grateful to KingDru or whatever his name was.

It had been a few days when I had a beep from the app. He had returned the money.

"Nw, it was a gift," his message stated.

I hated this text speak.

I sent him 1 dollar the next day, "KingDru?"

"Dhruvin. DrStrange?" He replied with a dollar the following day.

"Lily. Dr Lily," I replied the day after.

We were using the app as some kind of messaging forum as we sent one dollar forth and back. We only knew tidbits about each other. He was in property. Hard to expand on that in text speak. I did not know much else but I knew he had a son also. Was he married? He was intriguing and it had been a long time since I spoke to someone even if it was text speak.

In the end I messaged, "I h8 txt speak."

He replied with his number. I didn't call the first day I had his number or the second day. It was an escalation in our relationship and it was new waters for me. Did I want to be the other woman and ruin a marriage? Was I ready for a relationship? Maybe, just maybe, I needed friendship?

I thought about him a lot and I felt an energy inside of my body that I had not felt inside for some time. My mind had gone to dark places in the last few years as I dealt with trauma. I felt I was not able to have a normal relationship again. My mind went to dark places when it came to sex. Masturbation was a regular habit of mine which was unusual for me. It was my erotica interests that had gone to dark places. I enjoyed reading about non-consent and forced encounters. It helped cope with the stresses of work and my personal trauma.

It was late on the third evening that I called him. I knew I probably shouldn't be calling this late.

"Hello," he answered sounding sleepy.

"Hey, sorry if it is too late," I said.

"No. I am glad you called. It feels good to no longer be constrained by text speak," he said as he perked up at hearing my voice.

I giggled. Something I had not done in a while. He brought out an energy within me.

"You have a cute laugh," he said and I went a little shy.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I am in bed. Wearing very little due to the heat. How do you sleep in this heat?" He asked. I paused for a moment as I wondered if this was his subtle way of asking what I was wearing. I wanted a friendship and someone to talk to. What was the harm in telling him about my t-shirt? Talking to a man this late at night was making my thoughts a little naughty and it had been so long since I had a man talk to me in this way. I had closed off myself from men due to my past experiences.

"I try to sleep in just a t-shirt but I still wake up sweating," I reply. I try to be off putting in my description. A man is unlikely to be excited by a clammy and sweaty woman.

He pauses and shuffles. I wonder what the visual has done to him.

"I keep my underwear on but nothing else," he replied and he made me giggle again. Was he picturing me in just t-shirt and no underwear? God!

"I keep my underwear on as well. Well my panties anyway. My apartment has aircon but it makes me too cold. It can be like the arctic at times," I reply.

"I can just imagine if the aircon was on and you were just in your t-shirt. The stiff, poking..." he didn't quite finish his thought but I went off in a fit of giggles.

"Oh my god! You are so naughty! I shouldn't have called you at this time," I replied. He made me feel giddy and I had not felt this positivity for a while.

"Sorry. It is late and you know what us men are like listening to a seductive voice on the phone," he replied. I had never thought of myself as being seductive. In reality, I was always practical and serious.

"So, do you get many late night calls from seductive voices?" I asked. Was I getting possessive?

"This is the first. Do you have many men calling you late at night?" He seemed curious about me.

"I have been alone for a long time," my reply was more revealing about my loneliness.

It opened up a different type of conversation between us. One about the hurt that had been caused. I couldn't go into details but I opened up about the breakdown of my marriage and how I was now alone and cut off from my family. My own family did not really speak to me and I only saw my son for the first time on his birthday and I would not be able to see him again until the next year.

He told me about his divorce and it felt easier to talk to someone that had been through a similar experience. Was I pleased to hear that he was single? The sun was coming up when we stopped talking.

It felt good to have someone to talk to and he was a good listener.

It was a day or two later and after a tough day on duty as a doctor, I needed someone to talk to. Just to forget about the day.

I had not realized the time, it is always crazy when I am on shifts. He answered groggy and sleepy.

"Sorry. I will call back later," I said as I cut off the phone. It was a minute or two later when he called back.

"I am sorry for waking you. I have no awareness of time when I do shifts," I said as I apologized.

"It is ok. No need to apologize. Just happy to hear your cute voice," he said and he has a way of making me at ease.

"Why is everything I do cute? I am a grown woman," I reply in a mocked annoyed tone.

"I would not be thinking of your panties or your stiff, poking... if you weren't a grown woman," he said and he made me giggle like a schoolgirl.

"There you go again with that cute giggle," he quickly added.

"Stop it! You always make me forget my troubles."

"Do you have the aircon on tonight?" He asked.

"No but it wouldn't make a difference because I have opted for a bra instead of a t-shirt tonight," I replied. I was not sure why the conversation always turned to our clothing in these calls.

"I thought I just needed to get to you drop your panties but I will need to unclasp that bra also," he said and there was a heat building inside of me as he talked about stripping me.

"Oh god! You are getting carried away. Enough about me. What are you wearing in bed?" I asked.

I could hear him shuffle around and there was a pause on the phone.

"Check your messages," he said.

I opened up the messages and he had sent a picture. I had my hand over my mouth when I saw his cock on my screen. I bit my lip as my eyes were drawn to it.

"We shouldn't do this," I replied. My voice was unconvincing and I was wavering on what to do. Really, I had to make the decision to disconnect the call. A dick pic was not cool.

"I am sorry. It is late and I read the mood wrong. Do you forgive me?" He did not swell on my reaction and his apology was swift. He had this soft tone in his apology and I could imagine him making a puppy dog face.

"Ok. No more clothing talk and definitely no more pictures," I said.

We talked for a while. I opened up about the stressful work day and having someone die on me. He was supportive and it was nice to unload on someone. I could not remember the last time I had someone to talk to like this. Giving me their undivided attention.

As we talked I could feel my bra digging into my skin and I hated wearing one to bed. I unclasped it and the click of the bra being removed was heard by both of us. There was a pause from me as I shuffled around and removed it.

"What happened?" He asked. I was fairly confident, he knew exactly what I had done but he needed me to say it after his overstepping of the boundaries.

"I removed my bra. It can be uncomfortable after a long day for me. It really digs into my skin," I tried to explain and make it as non-sexual as possible.

"Oh," he said and I could sense he was holding something in.

"Just say it Dhruv," I said in a exasperated way.

"No, I am not falling into that trap," he replied.

"I promise I will not hold it against you," I said.

"I kind of wish you did hold that body against me," he replied swiftly.

"God! Where do you come up with this stuff?" I said as I giggled.

"I was just going to say, now that your bra has become unclasped, I just need to get your panties to drop."

"Oh god!" I said as I burst into a fit of giggles. He was non-stop with his sexualizing of our conversations.

"Sorry, I can't help myself," he said.

I shuffled around and lowered my panties so that they were hanging off my one foot just in case I needed them again.

"They have dropped now!" I said as I held my breath. He made me giggle but there was a strong surge of sexual energy in my body every time we talked.

"They dropped and my cock just rose," he replied.

"I have already seen how that rises. We should call it a night now," I said as we said our goodbyes.

I rolled over on to my stomach as I pulled up that picture once more of his rising cock.

I was in a trance as my hand was trapped underneath me slowly rubbing my wet folds as I looked at his cock in a trance.

I parted those wet folds to search my clit. I rubbed my wet grooling juices around my clit making it slick to the touch. I was able to rub it faster and flick it as I moaned, "make my panties drop."

"Suck on my unclasped titties!"

I slid two fingers inside of me, "fuck me Dhruv! Fuck me!"

My body trembled as I came. I looked down as I removed my fingers and my pussy was quivering. It was the first time I climaxed without having to replay my trauma in a long time.

***

Dhruvin

I was under no illusions that the stranger I had met at the sports store was out of my league. Who I now knew to be Lily Khan. She was much younger. Attractive, elegant, intelligent and sexy. Long legs, she was in good shape with little to no fat and my mind wondered what was under her layers of clothes.

There was no intention to start anything when I handed over my bag of goods. It was simply a goodwill gesture as she seemed to be distressed and I only knew her as the stranger lady.

Maybe I thought it was some kind of scam but it seemed too surreal to be a scam and well I was surprised when she sent me the money. I had not really given her a way to contact me or refund me the money.

The messages led to calls and when I heard her voice, I could not help but flirt. It was clear to me that she was processing trauma of some kind. She was very guarded and my approach was cautious despite taking a few calculated risks with our conversations. The dick pic was a risk that was almost catastrophic, I survived but I don't quite know how.

Perhaps my moment of kindness would give me an opportunity I could not fathom in real life. I had very little luck on the dating scene following my divorce.

Once I discovered which hospital she worked at I sent a message a few days later.

"I am looking at some properties not too far from the hospital, if you want to catch an evening meal."

She worked shifts and I never knew what days or times she was working. Her calls were always out of the blue and I could never anticipate them. Outside of that she rarely messaged or replied to my messages. She did say she hated texts after all. She was an enigma and I played over our encounters and conversations for days afterwards as I tried to figure out the mysteries of Lily.

She called me later in the evening at 9.00pm.

"Sorry about the late reply. Just finishing at the hospital now, if you are still available." She said in that sweet voice.

"Yeah. I am still around," I wasn't but it was just a 45 minute drive to the hospital and I would have to break some speeding and traffic laws to make it any sooner.

"Give me 30 minutes, I just need to change out of these scrubs and freshen up. There is a mall not too far where we can get some fast food," she said.

I was hoping for a romantic dinner to woo her but she seemed to always be on the go. I quickly jumped in the car and floored my pedal to get to the mall.

I had just pulled in when I saw her incoming call.

"Hey," I answered while parking.

"I am just walking in now. Are you at the burger place?"

"I am walking in now, also" I said.

"What entrance?" She asked. I saw her as she looked around.

"I can see you," I replied.

"Where?" She said as I see her spin around.

I sneak up behind her and place my arm around her back and pull her towards me into a hug.

She had an initial fright as she was taken by surprise but I felt this was calculated risk I should take. She began to giggle when she saw me and recognized me.

She felt good next to me and I was able to wrap my arm around her waist as her body pulled next to mine. She felt warm and she had just sprayed deodorant. She was wearing a summer dress due to the heat at this time of year.

"You are too much sometimes," she said when we pulled apart but she had a smile on her lips.

"You have a cute smile," I said.

"Stop with the cute. I keep telling you I am a grown woman," she says in a mocked annoyed tone.

"I know you are a grown woman," I reply as my eyes take in her body from head to toe. I let the throwback to our late night conversations sink in.

"You are naughty!" She replied.

"I didn't say anything. I just agreed with you," I replied. She began giggling and I think she liked my flirtatious tone. There were some insecurities within me about whether we could work or if she was really attracted to me. In truth, I was not in the best shape and I had better days as my hairline was thinning and I was not the best looking. But I was determined and I would push at my limits.

We order some burgers and sit down to eat. She offered to pay to say thank you for saving her with the gift. She has this relaxed down to earth vibe about her. We just made general talk. I told her about some land I was thinking of buying on this side of town. In reality, it was a run down area and I was only here to find an excuse to see her. She talked about her day at work. I was curious why she worked so much as she seemed to be working long hours and never had much free time.

"The divorce is something that I will never financially recover from," she said.

It was a strange comment as divorces were something that men often paid the price for. Well, I did and it took me some time to bounce back.

"Do you mind me asking what happened with the divorce?" I asked.

"It is too complicated to explain over a burger and fries. Do you think the shops are open?" she replied and the mystery of Lily persisted.

"They should be closing soon but we have 20 or 30 minutes," I replied.

"Good. I need to repay you for saving me on that day so I will buy you whatever you want. Sports merchandise, clothes etc," she said as she picked up two of her fries and took a sip of the soda.

We went past a few shops but I didn't really need or want anything. We were walking past a lingerie shop when all of a sudden I stopped.

"Why are we stopping here?" She asked confused.

"I think I know what I want," I said as I walked towards the store.

"Oh god! You are so naughty! Fine! I guess, I owe you!"

We didn't have much time but I went straight for the a sheer bra and a g-string thong.

"You better enjoy wearing this because I will never wear this. My nipples would be..." she stopped herself when she realized what she was about to say.

"...stiff and poking?" I offered as a way of completing her sentence. She began giggling and snatched the items off me as she went to pay.

There was a giddy energy inside of her as I walked her back to the car. She placed items in her car. We were stood by her car as we figured out a way to say goodbye.

"I liked seeing you," I said.

"Me too," she replied. Our bodies seemed to have magnetic force as we seemed drawn closer and closer together.

"I like spending time with you," I said as I looked into her eyes and took in her features.