Quite a long time has passed since I posted my first attempt at erotic literature. Well here's the next part, hopefully it won't take as much time to write the next part as it took me to write this.
A big thank you to everyone who commented and sent me feedback. I didn't respond and I'm sorry for that, I was still getting used to the whole system. I also realize that I left a lot of mistakes in the first part and for that I apologize. I tried to pay more attention this time. An editor would obviously be really helpful, but I'm just starting out and that would just seem like jumping ahead of things.
You might want to read the first chapter
here
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Thank you.
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Needless to say, I awoke with a huge grin on my face. A grin of joy. Satisfaction. Success. I laid there on the bed, thinking about what happened yesterday, trying to remember all the small details, all the sensations that my body went through. I'll be honest if not for the green panties I would've just thought that I had an amazing dream. Surely such things can't happen in reality. There was no explanation, no logic behind her actions. It didn't matter how hard I tried to figure out an answer to the question "why?", I just couldn't reach any conclusions. My mind must be running wild, it can't be real. But it was and the panties were proof, a reminder of what happened and a source of hope for what might come next. During the whole morning I was in an euphoric state. I couldn't concentrate on anything. While I was working out, I kept thinking about her. When I was eating I couldn't help but wonder what kind of food she likes. I tried watching a movie yet failed. I tried playing video games, throwing darts. Again -- nothing.
I sometimes feel like I fall in love with any and every woman who shows me at least a bit of attention.
But still... Yesterday was something else. Yesterday a woman, an absolutely drop dead gorgeous woman masturbated in front of me. She was looking at me. All of those movements; those little twitches were directed at me. She had an orgasm for me.
I told myself to not look into it too much. Think of it as a one night stand (not that I had any of those). We had fun, but that's about it.
Yet when I saw her walking down the stairs, all of my hopes came back so suddenly that had to hold on to something if I didn't want to fall. She said hi, I said hi. I walked after her, looking at her womanly figure swinging from left to right. She was the type of woman that you are blessed to see no more than once over the period of your life. Those models in advertisements had nothing on her. She was curvy and so very feminine. Most women starve themselves to look the way ads tell them to look. Yet she, she didn't listen. She was independent. She was herself. I guess that's what was so attractive about her.
Soon we parted our ways. She didn't say a word. I tried to spark a conversation; even small talk would've done the job. But I couldn't make my lips move. I can stand in front of a huge crowd and talk garbage for hours, yet my mouth dries up when I want to say "good luck" to her.
I spent the whole day trying to figure out how to approach her. I had to talk to her. I could never forgive myself if I didn't. I replayed dozens of scenarios in my head with different endings, going from the best possible conclusion (she for some unbelievable reason actually likes me) to the worst (I end up beaten up by a chipmunk before the world ends). But as always, when I met her again that day, none of those scenarios came true.
I met her while walking home. She looked very formal with a grey jacket covering her shoulders and a matching skirt going down to her knees. Her breasts were trying to break free out of the jacket and out of her white shirt. Her hair was loose, she had her glasses on. I don't know what her job was, but I'd kill to have a boss like that. She smiled when she saw me and waved. I froze and mumbled something silently like the idiot that I am. She walked up and hugged me. Her arms wrapped around my neck, I could feel her breasts squeezing at my chest. I even felt her nipples, squeezed tightly between my body and hers. Thank god that I responded by placing my hands on her sides and smiling back at her. This hug lasted for a few seconds, yet it seemed like an eternity and an eternity was not enough.
"So what have you been up to?" she asked after we let go of each other.
"Oh nothing interesting. What about you? You always look so formal?"
"Is it a bit too much? I over did it, didn't I? I was going to meet this important client and I figured I should look presentable..."
"No! No, you look great. Really."
"Thank you" she smiled. Her tone of voice didn't match the formal look she was going for. "But I think this jacket is a bit small. I just couldn't find anything better so I went with this one. Is it really okay?"
"It really is. I'm sure your client was very pleased with the way you look."
"Hah! Cheeky." She smirked. I didn't really understand what she meant by that.
By this point I had already forgotten everything I wanted to tell her. I just went with the flow. For the first time in my life I some how gathered the courage to be frank and just say what I want. I can beat myself over it later.
"Listen... Are you... If you are I'll understand... Are you busy now?"
"Now?" she asked and without any delay replied with a "no". "I was just planning on doing nothing today. Why? Have any suggestions?" She was smiling again with that confidence I couldn't get used to. She knew what I meant, that I wanted to ask her out for a drink.
"Would you mind joining me for a drink or something?"
"Or something, ey? Be careful with those words there!" She teased me. "I'd gladly join you."
We went to a coffee shop nearby. We talked and talked, and laughed like little kids. I was having a great time. We discussed music, movies, her job, my hobbies. It was rather strange. A silent guy like me having a normal conversation with a woman like her. Usually I panic, try to think of something clever to say. Yet with her, it just goes so naturally. I say whatever I want and she actually responds!
"I always knew you were an intelligent kid. You just have that look, you know?"
"What, the nerdy, antisocial, low self-esteem, bookworm look?"
She laughed.
