Short Romantic Story – The Missing Woman

I began walking through the park, slightly anxious yet somewhat at ease. I try not to think too much. It’s just my average walk. Then in my corner-view, I see her. A beautiful piece of work. One that makes your heart drop. I feel anxiety and excitement as I mentally prepare approaching her. I can’t take my eyes off her sweet buttocks, bursting out of her black tights. I want it. I want to feel myself inside it.

I can already feel the excuses piling up in my head – “She looks bitchy”, “She probably won’t like me”. I feel myself backing off, losing my focus of her, a momentary gratification. “No!” I decide, “Damn it, I’m approaching”. My feet start moving towards her, in my mind I already see the entire script. Even before the initial “Hi” I know I’m taking a chance, It feels good Antarvasna .

I felt ambient anxiety as we approached my home, as if I had a task and I knew what to do. My home is a small apartment where I live alone. I smiled as we passed by a closed nightclub where I would usually pull girls to my home for a night of love, I could swear she caught me smile and smiled right back, as-if she read my mind entirely. I’m not used to reacting emotionally to women I find myself attracted to, something about her is off, but in a way I like. It’s as-if every single aspect about her, from her smell, to the very way she walks is special.

“I’m kind of a loner” I told her, uncaring of her reaction.

“Me too. I believe a person can only be at peace once he is comfortable with his own company”. I was impressed.

I did not know whether she’ll actually agree to enter a stranger’s house. The arousal eclipsed my anxiety. holding her hand, her lingering smell – a sharp perfume mixed with the gentle aroma of her body. It felt good. We stop at stairs of the humble building. There some tension in the air as we wait for the elevator to reach my floor. A feeling of inevitability that encompasses all of my interactions with the opposite sex. I hold myself from my urges, I wanted to ravage her in the elevator. Here and now. But I trust my instincts to wait, for some reason I want to make this one special.

“This is it, home sweet home”. “Home sweet home” she smiled as I opened the door for her, then she stepped right in. “It’s game time”.

We took our sit on the living room couch, she was unimpressed by my apartment which slightly disappointed me, I opened our bottle of wine, we looked deep into each others eyes as I poured the rosé colored liquid onto our cups. I was having a great time, I knew she was too. I tried getting to know her a bit better, but the tension was just too strong to resist. I looked deep into her eyes again, I felt drawn again, this time more so than before, “close your eyes” I whispered.

My hand gently rubbed the back of her head, I clasped her hair deeply onto my closed fist, and pulled her face towards mine. Her lips felt amazing. She’s very tender and receptive, yet at certain points assertive and aggressive. I could not resist such a unique cocktail of animal instincts and feminine caress. I take off her shirt and bra, her breasts were much bigger than I thought, we went to my bedroom and laid next to each other. I started rubbing my crotch against her thin, silky smooth pants. “I want to sleep with you” I whispered in her ear. “Take your pants off” my voice commanded.

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