Stray to the Mind
It's been a week now, since the incident, and I'm finally feeling better.
It was a week ago, just after a wet spring snow a few days prior, once everything was melting, and then froze over here in Boulder, CO. The next morning it was snowing again, but not very hard at all. It was the small powdery flakes that usually coated the ground, hiding whatever was underneath.
I didn't think much of it, as I took my daily walk around the neighborhood. I lived in a beautiful part of the city, and loved to take daily walks to appreciate it. I was watching the ground, along a stretch of sidewalk that had been shoveled, and stepped on a patch of the dusting of snow, with what turned out to be black ice underneath, from the melt, and refreeze of the water.
Before I knew it, my leg kicked up in the air, and my body followed. It felt like I floated there for a second, as I was airborne. Head over heels as they say. My head hit first, followed by my body slamming itself on the icy path. I hit the side of my head just over my right ear pretty hard as I came down.
I must have been out of it for a while, because I woke up and there were a few people clustered around me, trying to wake me up, and sit up. My mind raced as it had no clue what happened at first, and the first thought I had was 'I'm fine. Get off me.' The next thing I know, those gathered around backed off and stood up, and slowly wandered away.
I had a headache for the next week, and I kept my eyes half closed most of the time because the bright light, and glow of the snow outside was glaringly bright to my eyes, creating an even more severe headache. The whole time, I kept thinking about the incident, and how those people followed an errant thought of mine, and left me alone when I didn't even say anything to them. They were gone before I could even say thanks.
4 days later, I'd gone grocery shopping for necessities, and had random thoughts which would turn into actions played out. I caught the view of a cute girl in an isle, in spandex tights, and half shirt, reaching for something on the top shelf. I just thought how nice it would be to catch a glimpse of her tit, which was half seen from below, covered by a bra.
As I watched her out of the corner of my eye, I caught her as she grabbed the Parmesan cheese she was reaching for, but before she brought it down to her cart, her other hand reached up, and pulled her bra up, and over her tit, allowing for a nipple to pop out, as her tit bounced in place, and she kept the pose for a few seconds. By this point, I was watching her full on, and without skipping a beat, she pulled the bra back down over her b cup breast, and went about her day as if nothing had happened.
I played again a bit more before I left the store, making a mother of 3 scratch her asshole through her jeans, and another girl strip off her sweater which allowed everyone to see her in a sports bra containing a nice pair of probably large c cup tits held firm, with her nipples poking out.
I had to stop doing these things, as my headache that had been dulled over the course of a few days, had come raging back. I decided it was enough, and tried not to think of other things I could get people to do. My head was pounding, and I just needed to get home, and get some ibuprofen into my system quickly.
The next day, I was outside, checking my mail, after I had called into work again, calling in sick as my head wasn't back to where it should be, pain free. I saw one of my neighbors coming out to check her mail as well, and we chatted a bit. She was dressed in a t-shirt, and cut off jean shorts, with ankle socks and running shoes. She was really one of the better looking women in the apartment complex, by a long shot. I think she was still a student at CU, the local big college in town.
As we chatted, I kept eyeing her up and down, knowing how horny she's made me in the past. Her outfit today had me growing in my pants in front of her. I think she knew how much an affect she had on me, and wasn't so opposed as her nipples began to peek out, tenting her shirt.
I immediately had a thought of her masturbating. I focused myself and thought how she should go inside and masturbate over me, but she's not allowed to cum until I help her. We'll see how far this goes. One of her hands reached up, brushing her tit, and nipple, as she hid the action by rubbing her cheek, and smiling at me. She then turned around, and headed inside her apartment a few doors down from me.
It was almost a week later when the headaches seemed to be gone for good, and I was back to my old self again. I felt that I should celebrate with a pizza. I had stayed pretty healthy through good eating, and rarely having a drink. Tonight, it would be pizza and a glass of wine. I know, I know. I should have a beer instead, but all I had was wine.
Anyway, that evening, after cleaning the apartment from almost 2 weeks of not wanting to lift my finger to do anything with those headaches never going away, or just hiding in the background for me to move much at all. I then got on the pizza delivery app, and ordered a 16" pie to consume. It said about 35 minutes before delivery, so I took a quick shower while I waited.
I took longer than I thought in the shower, shaving a good growth of hair on my face, and preparing the clothes I'd wear, as there was the doorbell ringing just as I stepped out of the shower. I grabbed a towel, and still dripping wet, I went out to answer the door.
Opening it up, while hiding behind the door to hide my state of dress, I saw the delivery driver was gorgeous. My mind went wild, and I was growing quickly under the towel. She was about my height, dark hair and a cute face, big enough tits, and a gorgeous smile.
"Won't you come in?" I offered her with a little push of my thoughts.
"Thanks." She said. "The total is $20.31. Cash, or charge?"
"Why don't you put the pizza down on the table, take your top off so you're more comfortable?" I asked, and pushed a bit.
She immediately put the pizza down, and started untucking her maroon shirt from her tight jean pants, and then crossing her arms, grabbed the bottom hem of the shirt, and pulled it over her head, leaving her in just a bra. As she dropped the shirt down on the couch, I had closed the door, and made my way over behind her. I brought my hands up to her bra strap, and unfastened it, thinking at her that it'll feel so good to be rid of her bra. Then I let my hands glide under the strap of her bra laid, and around to cup her very soft C cup tits.
I just sat there, and massaged her tits with my hands, using my thumb and forefinger to pinch and twist her nipples to excited points. Once she was worked up a little, I turned her around, and with a thought that her tits needed to be nursed on. After a quick kiss, she pressed my head down to her left breast, and I began to lick her aureole, avoiding her nipple for a few seconds, before flicking it with my tongue, and nibbling on it.
