Title: Drenched Numb
Keira Agnor
Walking out of her cubicle, she read the message again. This was the 4
th
time and she'd keep reading till she had to drop the phone in her purse, then her purse on the pavement. With a quick glance around she tried to stay calm. Leaving before everyone else was one thing Stella had never done. She read every word carefully again in the elevator.
Walk to the lamp post at 5:00 p.m. Stand right below the light. Feet one foot apart. Hands at back down-straight, fingers interlaced. Eyes down. No umbrella. No scarf.
Why would he contact her on a Tuesday? It was so out of his character and routine. Stepping out of her office building, the first few moments felt like stepping in a cold shower. She walked to the lamp post, the same one he had been picking her from every Friday, from last 2 years. Dax had always been specific to keeping their time together strictly from Friday 8:00 p.m. to Sunday 10:00 a.m. He always made sure to pick and drop her back, always opening the door for her which she liked.
Dressed in a Tuscany yellow skater dress with flares falling to her knees and thin straps that bared her skin on her shoulders and legs to direct attack of the rain. The rain drops are now sharp as a leather whip. Multiple hits at a time. She takes the stance. Her breasts all tight and active with the streams flowing down her cleavage, eager to be set free.
The drops were falling sideways, with a flow of cold air making it flood every couple of minutes. Drenched, shivers ran her body, different parts sending sensations individually. Why can't her whole body behave as one? She was getting cold, too cold. Her fingers were getting numb. Should she press them against her back just for a moment of warmth. No. She was too aware and conscious of him to do that.
He was watching her, from inside his car by the curb, like a predator.
God! She is gorgeous
. Her curves perfect at all the right places and her long legs stood steady on those red pumps. She'd have paired it with a red scarf. She got a glimpse of him with a side glance when she took the position. She could feel his fierce dark blue eyes staring at her. She was there for at-least 20 mins now, or it could be more. It seemed like a lifetime to her. Did she do something wrong? It was not their usual night. Was it about her wearing yellow? He never said she couldn't wear it on the job. He wouldn't have known anyhow. Or did he know somehow?
She was wet. Not just from water soaking her panties but her pussy was flushed, throbbing. She should be numb down there. Was he going to haul her out of there soon? What was he going to do to her? Was he angry? Did he enjoy watching her stand there as passersby looked at her like she was crazy or dumb. Why was he talking this long? Thoughts thumped her little brain.
