An attractive youthful woman came to the attention of an alert man.
Every day as she would pass by the café in the seaside town where he would take his afternoon espresso and read the paper, he could not help but notice her athletic legs. Her light and colorful summer dresses would only accentuate her lithe body. He also noticed her high elegant cheekbones, with just a hint of a blush, and would discretely scrutinize her small breasts as they were backlit as she moved from sun to shade and back again. He decided he had to have her.
He discovered that she lived by herself in a quiet neighborhood, in an airy high-ceilinged apartment in an older building overlooking a shady tree-lined street.
Her apartment was up a flight of stairs and was the only one on the landing. She worked as a travel agent in the center of town, and would walk to and from work every day.
She began to notice this alert stranger who sat in the cafés. At first she thought he was a tourist, and as time passed she realized that he was not. She would surreptitiously study him behind her dark glasses, and sometimes from under her elegant straw hat. She remembered the first time she caught him looking at her.
She was startled, and felt a hot blush rise to her cheeks and then a tingling in her loins. She gave him a level gaze, with a hint of a smile, and turned away. She could feel his eyes on her as she walked, finally disappearing from his view. When she was out of his sight, she had to sit down and calm her racing heart. Her nipples were hard underneath her cotton blouse.
One day as she passed through town, she realized she was looking for him. She slowed slightly, but did not see him anywhere. She considered waiting for him, but realized she was meeting friends for dinner and had to get changed.
She hurried home, and her sandals were crisp across the flagstones as she hurried up the steps. She unlocked the door and went inside. Within minutes she was in the cool shower, rinsing away the heat and dust of the town. She dried herself off, put on a light kimono, wrapped her hair in a turban, and began to dab a very small amount of a subtle perfume behind her ears and at her throat. She became aware of a presence in the room, and turned slowly.
He stood in the bedroom, tall, sunburnt, silent and with a slight smile on his face. She turned to look at him. She had been expecting him for weeks, but had never spoken to any of her friends about this fantasy she had nurtured. This was incredibly dangerous, and she had never been this excited before.
She walked slowly over to him, the silence of the room amplifying the faraway sounds of the street. He leaned close to her, and she caught a slight whiff of salty sweat, a mild soap, the smell of a sun-dried shirt.
He kissed her very gently, his tongue gently probing her lips and small mouth. She felt herself go very weak, and she gently circled her arms around his neck. The kimono gently opened as his hands untied the sash. She could feel his strong hands gently on her belly, and then graze her ribs as they glancingly caressed her small perfect breasts. She could feel the heat rise up in her, and she felt herself starting to get wet.
He deliberately and slowly pushed her down on her bed. As she tried to protest, she could feel his tongue flicker over her toes, and then work its way up her thighs. She felt his warm breath just before his tongue delicately slipped inside her.
