Lucy woke up. She opened her eyes slowly. She reached out and picked up her cell phone which was lying on the dresser next to her side of the bed. She could hear Ryan, her boyfriend, snoring softly next to her. She checked the phone, 6:55 a.m. Five minutes before her wake up alarm would go off. Lucy turned the alarm off and set the phone back down. She rolled out of bed and moved silently to the bathroom. She closed the door behind her with a soft click.
Lucy turned the light on and spent the next thirty seconds stretching and yawning and blinking. Shaking off the cobwebs of sleep. Once she gathered herself, she brushed her teeth. Then she turned on the shower and set the water to hot.
Lucy slipped off the oversized sleep shirt she woke up in, then the plain blue cotton panties. She appraised herself nude in the mirror. She was a tiny woman. An inch shorter than five feet tall, petite and slender. And she looked young. Bright green eyes highlighted a cute angular face framed by shoulder length light brown hair.
But any notion of Lucy appearing "child like" disappeared the moment anyone caught a glimpse of her chest. Her tits were huge on her tiny frame. Big round milky white orbs, resting proudly on her small body. When she was younger she had lamented the difficulty she had in finding tops that wouldn't result in every person around her becoming mesmerized by her boobs. And she'd experienced her fair share of back pain throughout her life. But as she'd grown up she'd come to recognize, if she was being honest with herself, she was grateful to have the type of body that so many men, and women, crave.
She stepped into the shower and shuddered. The water wasn't quite warm yet. For a moment the chill got to Lucy and her nipples hardened into sharp points. But soon the water warmed up and she relaxed under its heat and pressure, though she was perhaps still slightly overly aware of her nipples.
After a moment she began washing her hair with her citrus shampoo. She took her time to run her fingers over her scalp and closed her eyes as she did so. Her breath became low and slow. She washed the shampoo out of her hair. The water had fully warmed and steam was starting to build up in the bathroom, lightly fogging the mirror. The last of Lucy's shampoo washed out of her hair and as it did Lucy's hands began trailing down, grazing over her tight tummy and between her legs. Her eyes were still closed.
It was happening again. It was the third time it had happened this month. Each time was the same. She would be taking her morning shower and it would be as if a daydream would overtake her. The scene would play out so vividly in her mind. She was helpless to break free of the hold the images had over her. And each time the daydream took hold, she would pleasure herself.
Except it wasn't really a daydream, nor just images. It was a memory. It was something that had already happened to her. It happened to her exactly twenty-one months ago. When she was approached on the street by the Man.
The memory passes before her, exactly as it happened. She had been walking along the sidewalk, a few blocks from her old apartment. Then she turned her head to the right and the Man was walking next to her. He had appeared as if from nowhere. The first thing she noticed were his eyes. They were bright and blue and kind and something about the way they looked down at Lucy made her feel that they were the eyes of someone she could trust. The Man was handsome, with light brown hair, a little stubble on his face, strong broad shoulders. His body absolutely dwarfed hers. She met people who made her feel short all the time but she felt positively minuscule walking next to him.
"Hello. It's a lovely day isn't it?" The Man asked. His voice was deep and reassuring.
In reality it was cloudy and more than a little humid. But Lucy could only watch and relive her response.
"Yes, it's beautiful out." Lucy replied back with a smile.
Lucy experienced again the emotions and thoughts that had run through her at that moment. The confusion at her welcoming response to a stranger's approach. She was usually a guarded person. Talking to new people wasn't her favorite thing in the world; but she was genuinely happy the Man was walking next to her. Some rational part of her mind told her she should feel unsafe, yet instead the Man's presence, strange as it was, made her feel protected.
By this point, present day Lucy had started rubbing her pussy. She sighed and put her left hand against the shower wall while using her right hand to rub her pussy lips vertically. Her fingers moved between her legs and each stroke ended with her rubbing her ring, middle, and index finger over the hood of her clit. It wasn't the way she usually masturbated but she knew it was the way she was meant to touch herself in these moments. And she couldn't deny the shiver that ran through her every time her fingers rolled roughly over her clitoris.
Back within the confines of Lucy's mind, the Man was speaking again.
"Would you like to go on a walk with me?" The Man asked. His tone was polite and non-suggestive.
Despite the benign nature of his request, Lucy had still felt her panties moisten upon hearing the Man's words. She experienced again the pushing sensation coming from the back of her mind. Lucy was as helpless to say no back then as she was now to stop the memory from taking its course.
"Of course. Please lead the way." She had replied cheerfully.
Lucy watched herself stroll next to the Man. The Man spoke softly to her while they walked. At the time she had found it difficult to focus on what he was saying and her memory reflected the same. Eventually the man held out his arm closest to her and Lucy eagerly latched onto it. The arm was pleasingly solid and Lucy's fingers curled over his bicep. The sensation of holding onto the Man's arm and feeling the power held within was far more vivid in her imagination than the words the Man spoke.
Eventually she noticed that he had brought her to an apartment. She remembered the complex being nice and she remembered the apartment itself being well decorated. But the details remained fuzzy. What was far clearer in her mind was the part where the Man pulled her against him and kissed her deeply. The memory of melting against the Man, of being unable to resist his kiss at all, of the warmth which she felt emanate from her pussy while her mouth gave in. Those memories were crystal clear.
Present Lucy's hand was moving more aggressively now. She was rubbing her fingers in little circles on her clit and the sensation was amazing. Her free hand pressed hard against the shower wall and opened and closed in time with little spasms that rocked her body and made her knees shake. Every few moments a slight whimper escaped Lucy's lips.
"Please Sir." She said out loud, but the sound was drowned out by the running water.
The memory didn't relent. Now the Man was taking her sweater off. Her tits bounced, held up and presented by the too small black bra she had stuffed them into. The Man had leaned his head down and kissed the healthy tit flesh which spilled over the top of Lucy's bra. He kissed the top of the right boob, then the left, taking his time to lightly run the tip of his tongue over her flesh for an instant before withdrawing his mouth.
Lusy had lost whatever control she had been maintaining the moment she felt his lips on her tits. Each kiss had been accompanied by a firm mental push which broke through her subconscious. Present Lucy watched as past Lucy reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Her huge tits spilled out. Her hard nipples pointed out proudly, directly at the Man, as if yearning for his touch.
The Man looked over her curves and smiled. "Good girl." He said.
