Even now I had escaped the confines of the cold bleak office my thoughts still wandered. As I walked along the rain spattered down on me. The wet drops felt invigorating, awakening my senses. All around me people were dashing for cover, or trotting briskly along. I had always loved the rain, so I stood still, closed my eyes and faced the sky, feeling each drop land on my skin with a gentle kiss. A huge smile crossed my face, I felt more alive in that moment than I had for months.
I began strolling quietly along; feeling each rain drop trickle down and form glistening labyrinths on my skin. My drenched clothes hugged my body. As I walked along I took in my surroundings with fresh eyes, really seeing the city for the first time. The sounds and smells stirred all around me. It was exotic and alluring. The city was a mysterious Siren enticing me with her vibrant streets that hinted at new adventures and secret delights.
I spotted the old movie theatre across the street; a movie on a rainy weekday afternoon. It felt so indulgent. Why not? Smiling, I crossed the street, stepping into every puddle I could, like a child. I bought a ticket to the next movie about to show, not caring about its plot, acting, or reviews. This afternoon was going to be all about relaxation and taking pleasure in the simple things. I took a seat in near the front and looked around. I was the only soul here. Now I felt like I could indulge in my secret pleasure completely uninterrupted.
I squished my bum down into the seat and relaxed as the movie started to roll. About five minutes into it, my blissful solitude was disrupted when I heard the heavy tread of a man moving down the aisle. His steps paused behind me and I felt his presence sit down. Really, I thought, sitting down right behind me in a completely empty theatre? I felt irritated that my secret little world had been so closely intruded upon.
The movie chugged along, typical brainless Hollywood fodder. But it was absolutely perfect. I was so relaxed I barely noticed the gentle tap on my shoulder. I went to turn around, and felt the tickling sensation of warm breath grazing my neck.
A voice said “Don’t turn, just keep looking at the screen.” The voice was earthy and warm; it carried no menace, just a simple direct tone. “I want to play a game with you if I may. Without ever touching you, I am going to make you more aroused than you have ever been.”
I was stunned at being propositioned like this, but already these few simple words had me intrigued.
“There are a few rules though. I want you to close your eyes and relax. You must not speak; you can only listen. Never turn around. I will remain only a voice, whispering in your ear. At times I may request something from you, but there will be no pain, or humiliation. You are safe with me. I only want to bring you pleasure. Nod if you understand.”
I nodded, feeling a thrilling sensation ripple through my body.
“I noticed you walking in the street. I was sheltering from the rain when I saw you standing looking to the sky. You held your arms open, embracing the gentle caress of the rain as it dropped. The city rushed around you, yet you were still; oblivious to it all. You were lost in a moment of pure bliss. You mesmerised me. When you started walking I found myself following. I noticed how you stepped into every puddle, your red heels sending little splatters of water up your ankles. The drops glistened on your black stockings, making them look like dew on a spider’s web. Your skirt clung to your body, caressing your every curve. I watched your ass jiggle playfully as you walked. Each small bouncy movement was beguiling me; seducing me. Even in the wet weather you were turning the heads of men. Perhaps it was a combination of your beauty and poise; you walked in a cloud of euphoria; as if you were delirious. It was intoxicating.
"I saw you enter the theatre, and was compelled to follow you; all plans for the day forgotten. As you purchased your ticket and turned around, you looked at me briefly. Seeing your face for the first time stopped my breath. You were stunning. The smile on your face hinted at a secret that you kept for you own private pleasure. I looked at your body as you began to turn away. Your breasts were exquisite, full and inviting. The material from your blouse caressed them like gentle hands. The cloth had become translucent and I could see your pink nipple through your lacy bra. It was hard and erect. How I wanted to kiss that nipple. To suck it, to lick it; to run my tongue over it slowly and gently bite it."
As I listened to him speak I could feel a sweet tingle rise and start to dance on my pussy. I had never been spoken to like this before. Each of his words caressed my body as he conducted me through his fantasy. I was so aroused; I could feel blood flushing my skin.
"I purchased a ticket and watched you take your seat. I desired you like I had no other woman; to know you, to feel you, to smell you; to taste you. My cock was hardening as my ache grew. I sat behind you and could smell the sweet scent of rain mingle with your perfume.