A Year
Anja awoke in her room, sunlight spilling over her naked skin as she lay atop her bed. The sheets were slightly rumpled and spoke of a peaceful sleep. There were no wisps of dreams clouding her mind, she woke ready to start her day.
In her heart Anja felt today was going to be special. After a long period of being alone something told her today she was going to meet someone special. She showered, and the warm spray felt more invigorating that she could ever remember. The smell of the soap strong and pleasing, her body smooth and eager for her hands to caress it. Everything felt more distinct and real than it ever had as long as she could recall in her 26 years.
Anja lived alone and she prepared her breakfast of coffee and fruit from a well stocked fridge, without any clothes on, enjoying her nudity.
Sitting to eat in her robe ensconced in her favorite window seat looking out over her neighborhood, she watched as unfamiliar faces drifted by.
This was certain to be a wonderful day.
Paul also woke from a dreamless sleep. He also felt very positive about his day to come. All Paul wanted was to find that special someone that he could lavish his abundant love on and spend his life with.
Doing yoga and stretching his lean limbs Paul allowed his mind to drift as he went through the maneuvers, his body supple and holding no tension.
Breakfast for him consisted of cereal and juice, and he hummed a romantic ballad as he ate, his mind on love and romance as it usually was.
Tai found herself tangled in her sheets when she woke, the loose bindings immediately making her think of sex. Allowing herself to feel constrained by the ineffective bindings she imagined a man finding her there and taking advantage of her helplessness.
Her insides became squishy imagining a squat hairy man holding her down and using her body for his pleasure. Not allowing herself to move her hands Tai wanted to touch her tingling clit, but instead she imagined her body growing more and more aroused as this man used her.
At last the sexual tension grew too profound and she took one hand out of the harmless coil of blanket and rubbed her burning button until she cried out with a powerful climax.
What a way to start her day. In the shower she went over the waking dream and found herself picturing the man clearly. So clearly she wondered if she had ever met him.
Tai knew if she ever did she would probably throw herself at his feet and beg him to take her as his slave, the fantasies she had about him night and day were so profound that she hoped more than anything to someday find him and be his slave.
A walk in the park seemed the only remedy to Paul's restlessness . The sun and the fresh air drew him, and he knew of a romantic place to go down by the pond in the biggest park in the city. That would be the perfect location for his current mood.
Setting off, his teeth brushed, his hair combed and his clothes pressed and presentable he gloried in the sunny day. The rush and bustle of the street traffic, both vehicular and pedestrian tried to invade his happy reverie, but his mood was just too light to be brought down by such mundane impediments.
By the time he got to the pond, having wandered through trees and beds of pretty flowers his mood was light and romantic again.
Sitting on a bench by the side of the pond he smiled at the antics of the ducks, feeling like this was the perfect place to be.
Dressing in her most provocative day wear, and she had a closet full of dresses too provocative for day time, Tai went out for breakfast. The dark haired beauty had a powerful craving for a bagel and knew there was a good bakery with tables to sit at, overlooking the street, just down from her apartment.
The walk there elicited a lot of stares and Tai felt a thrumming sexual potency from the ogling gaze of the many men she saw. It was her fondest desire to find a man who could tame her, and make her the woman she desired to be, but none of these men were the right man. If they were they would have the boldness to approach and demand her attention.
None of them did.
At the bakery she ordered and sat with a tea, eating at a table in the window overlooking the busy street. The sun fell on the far side leaving her in comforting shadow, her heart hopeful, but her mood dark and isolated.
Anja was at a loss for what to do with herself. She was restless, but had no place to be. Wandering around her apartment she noticed everything was sparking clean, so that didn't need doing. All her laundry was done, her fridge and cupboards stocked with all her favorites , and her few plants freshly watered.
As the tall, pale blond Nordic woman considered going out, even though that didn't feel like the thing to do, a knock at her door saved her from having to find something to do. Practically running for the door she peered through the eye-hole to see who was there.
Standing in front of the door was her landlord Mr. Handy, and beyond him some other figure. Anja happily opened the door and said hello.
"Hey there Anja. I was passing by and thought I'd introduce you to a new tenant. Anja this is Bill Dysart. Bill this is Anja. "
Anja's heart missed a beat as she looked past her landlord at the man standing there. He was short, and slight, but his eyes were the prettiest blue she had ever seen. He had a charming shyness to him that immediately pleased her. Looking at him as he stared back at her, with what she could only perceive as astonishment, she felt herself blush.
"Hello Mr. Dysart." She said, her own voice sounding husky and excited to her ears.
"Hello." Dysart said back, his eyes darting around looking at her body and only just brushing her own gaze. His obvious approval of her body made her glow inside. This small unassuming man seemed to make her feel more beautiful and desirable by the moment.
"Did you want to come in? I have some coffee brewed."
"Well Mr. Dysart, do you want to?" Mr. handy asked. "The lady seems to want some company."
"Sure. Sounds fine." Dysart winced, and tried again. " I mean- Yes. That would be lovely."
"Perfect." Handy and Anja said at the same time. She laughed at the synchronicity, and Handy gestured for Dysart to enter ahead of him.
Anja led them to the couch and went and poured them coffee. She could feel the men watching her move around her small kitchen and she found herself appreciating the attention. She spent a little more time than necessary looking for cream and sugar in the fridge and cupboard giving them time to take in her statuesque body in jeans and button down shirt, and she wondered at her behavior. Dysart was just such an interesting little man, his scholarly air, and nervous energy pleased her.
Bringing the men coffee she sat opposite Dysart and asked where he had moved from.
"Oh. Ah. I moved from across town. I have- had a house provided by the science department at the University, but I- erm- well I found that it didn't serve my current needs. Yes."
"Mr. Dysart is a Professor of Microbiology at the University." Mr. Handy informed her.
"Oh! Wow! That sounds exciting." Anja said. She didn't know anything about microbiology, but it sounded difficult and she loved intellectuals.
Dysart seemed to be in his mid fifties, still young enough physically, in spite of a bit of a pot belly and stooped shoulders, which Anja found cute, but he was old enough not be a man who needed to impress a woman. Anja hated the games, and the macho behaviors men resorted to when flirting with a woman.
They chatted for a time, and Anja found herself more and more intrigued by this strange little man. As the men were leaving, the coffee finished, Anja impulsively asked which apartment was Dysart's.
"I would love to drop by sometime, and you can tell me more about your work."
"Oh. Yes. Of course. I am in 501."
"Oh, just above mine then." She gushed, feeling silly.
"Ah, yes. That is so."
"Well I look forward to seeing you soon Mr. Dysart."
"Please call me Bill."
"Okay, Bill. And feel free to stop by anytime. Good day Mr. Handy."
As she closed the door she peeked out the hole again and saw the men smile, and Handy give Dysart an "I told you so." Like nod.
Anja felt like this was the meeting she was meant to have today, and she smiled as the men walked from view. She couldn't wait to tell her neighbor Tia about the newest resident of their little world.
Paul had been sitting in the sun for fifteen minutes when a woman in her mid to late forties arrived and asked to sit beside him. Paul readily accepted. As long as he had been sexually aware Paul had felt attracted to older women, women of a certain bearing, of a certain class.
Young girls or women his own age, late twenties, seemed to be more crass, more exuberant, and generally less self-contained. Paul was an old fashioned guy in that he liked to be charming, and to be, admittedly, a little chauvinistic with manners. He wanted to hold doors open, pull out chairs, and generally behave well toward women.
Paul did not feel women were in any way inferior, just special. Men and woman were not equals. There were equivalent. A woman had the right to be whomever she wanted to be, but for Paul she was only attractive if she comported herself a certain way.
As the woman, who he thought looked to be in the forty seven to forty eight range, sat Paul nodded politely offering, "It's a beautiful morning isn't it?"
"That it is." Her voice had a depth of tone that thrilled him. It seemed so refined and sounded like the aural equivalent of an aged whiskey. Smokey, flavourful and evocative.
"I couldn't stay away this morning. I wanted so much to be sitting right here in the sun today." Paul enthused.
"Oh, how nice." She smiled. "Do you come here often? Oh of course not- I mean... "She seemed to be searching for the right thing to say. "Surely I would have seen you before if you did. I come here every day." She seemed puzzled, and then she smiled and looked closely at him. "I apologize."
"You have nothing to apologize for madam." He said formally, but with a big smile. "I don't come often, but I have been here before, on occasion.
