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You could say I haven't really thought this through. Rain was pouring down like it hasn't in a long time and I started to feel a little cold standing out there on the porch like a Christmas present. Silently waiting to be taken into the house and to be unwrapped. Actually I did not only feel like a present, I would also describe myself as a present. Just one you can't see and are very unlikely to unwrap. This certainly must sound way too abstract for you right now. Let me start from the beginning.
It all started with my obsession. You see I am obsessed with beautiful creatures. By creatures I mean human beings of a certain kind. The certain kind is beautiful, but not a beauty to only look at but as a complexity of different things combined together. Those combinations do tend to turn eyes, don't get me wrong on this -- only do they also turn eyes of those who are looking for the deeper beauty. There are no two beauties that equal one another. Each has a shining individuality, which you can easily detect by looking through your heart.
Looking through your heart, yes. Indeed this must be odd to read. But I can assure you looking through your heart is nothing you need to learn. It is a part of you, just in the need of being uncovered from all the dust and dirt that lead you to forget about it. You might start by realising the beauty around yourself. If there is none just take a closer look -- where there is shadow, light must be somewhere. But I am getting off topic.
It might be easier to just describe what led me to wait for more than an hour at that time. Being patient is not one of my strengths to be honest. Remembering though how I first saw her did give me enough reason to keep waiting. Her looks did not impress me that much to be honest. She is beautiful, with long toned legs, auburn hair and an all in all very slim sportive figure. You could definitely not describe her as a blond bombshell Barbie and as I see it - this would not do her justice.
Her bright face seemed to always keep this little smirk on it underlining the obvious for everyone -- her extreme sex appeal. She seemed to move like a cat whenever she put one leg in front of the other. She made it look like she would have her body under her full control. The body language she used signalled tigress in the sheets without being too obnoxious about it. There was no unorthodox move, no hesitation in the way she interacted with those around her who seemed to be strangers to her anyways.
The attention of the rumbling in the street was all hers. You could see she noticed this but it seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary for her. More like a natural state where she felt comfortable. But as I said, not her looks kept me from following my path. When I heard her voice my heart stopped for a brief moment. Her voice had awakened something in me, some deep down lost sign of a former soul that called for me. I don't know how or why, all I know is I felt emotions getting loose inside of me - I did not even know existed.
I knew I was fallen. Realising my mental state right there I actually thought about just heading to her and telling her. Knowing full well that this would freak her out completely I blew it the moment I thought about it. I can't blame her to be honest. Being told to be the lost soulmate someone was looking for the last decades might be difficult to process. Having a person telling you this without you being able to see the body attached to the voice might be the tick too much.
Sorry folks, I sometimes forget to tell, I am invisible. Wow, how dramatic - people don't see me guys it is nothing too special. Well might be special but certainly it is not that bad anyhow. I still can see everyone and feel and behave just like every other person. It does seem though that I am sometimes more sensitive to the core of a person rather than to their shell. In other words, I tend to not give importance on the outer appearance of someone. Differences might also be that I can wank in the underground without getting arrested. Plus being naked all the time wherever you go is in a way pretty entertaining. However, you feel my presence if you concentrate on it like you would feel someone when you are blindfolded. So yeah, people tend to get quite uncomfy when I wank next to their face what however does not keep me from doing so.
As you can imagine I put my first idea of just telling her my feelings into the basket. Another idea came up in my mind leading us right back to the beginning.
It must have been an hour or something until I finally could see her. She just returned from a jog in the rain wearing completely drenched workout clothes. The rain yet has not washed away the smell of her worked up body. I already could feel myself getting ready for the show just being near her. After she opened the door I quickly followed her into the house. This was the tricky part. Entering after another person without being noticed even if you are invisible is not that easy. Sure you can just enter and be all not caring about it, but this would loose the thrill of being unnoticed.
People act differently when they have the feeling of being observed. You can feel their actions being more careful and their overall behaviour is tense. So I wanted to avoid this scenario to make this special for the both of us.
Her apartment was in contrary to herself quite ordinary. There was a lava lamp, if this is something you are interested in, but besides nothing special. In fact I did not care too much because I was not interested in her furniture and interior design at all. I quickly checked if she had any weapons that could harm me in case of an accident, but nothing, not even a baseball bat. Don't those young girls know it's dangerous out there?
I stopped with the observation of her household when I suddenly heard music coming out of one of her rooms. I quickly hurried towards the music to see what was going on. Being in someone's home always is an excitement. Walking there from door to door and intrude in the personal area without being seen leaves you no choice of being on the edge. But being greeted by a stripping beauty in her bathroom just put me over the point of return. Until this point I was not sure what was about to happen or what I was about to do. Maybe scare her a bit and wank on her when she fell asleep or just wait for the right occasion to talk to her.
Seeing her though, in all her glory, swaying her ass seductively to the music while peeling her clothes off changed my plans rapidly. She was caressing her body without loosing a single beat. With every piece of clothing falling off her body she revealed more and more of her magnificent beauty. Her boobs seemed to be a good c-cup with nipples pointing out like little pistols shining through her sportsbra. When the bra came off I could see how she nearly failed on her performance of moving to the beat. Her two love buds pointed out like little rocks and made it seemingly impossible for her to not touch them.
But she remained in control, moving her hands down south to her sweatpants. With her back turned into my direction, I nearly came when she wiggled her ass out of those pants. She did not wear any undies what gave me a crystal clear view onto a hairless vagina right in front of me. I was about to make a move but still could hold myself back. My penis was already hard like a steel rod pointing right to the entrance of her pussy but I knew it was not the time yet.
