I'll clean up the mess, Emily. You don't have to worry." Veronika blows out the fire on the end of her cigarette and sends me away. "Go now, don't waste such time on his kind."
I stand motionless for a while, watching him watch me in the dark before I pull together my thoughts and walk into the street, brushing past him with a little shove of my shoulder on his.
He is as hard as steel. He doesn't budge.
I can still hear Veronika cursing in the distance, it's a good sign for me because it keeps me assured that the stranger is of no harm to her.
When I enter the confines of a taxi, I glance at the alley one last time.
The stranger is gone, no trace of him left behind. Veronika is safe and sound, slouched over the spot the cake has smeared the ground.
I’ll have to thank her later, but for now, I'll just go to Mike. My routine has been ruined after such a long time.
It's bothersome,perhaps satisfying?
When I get to the lake, I am a mess of emotions. My body feels heavy like I have run a long-distance race.
"Thank you," I whisper to the taxi driver and hand him a five-dollar bill. He winks at me and zooms into the city, searching for the next being to fill the void in the passenger seat.
I shuffle across the grass, careful not to get my dress with a caught on a branch. I am wearing a pleated flare skirt that stops just below my knee with a stocking that is halfway up my thigh. On theupper half of my body is a simple sweater vest that matches the crepe-colored skirt. On my feet is a pair of simple brown loafers.
I can't blame a stranger for watching me. I scream for attention in the bright colored dress. I doubt I look right for the weather either, but the addition of letting my ginger hair fall around my nape, shields me from the chill of the night.
As usual, Mike has his back to me as he takes in the stillness of the lake. The sound of toads and crickets surround him, but he never seems to mind. I hate it when it gets noisy. It makes it even harder to concentrate and just be in the moment. I place a hand on my chest; my heart beats rapidly.
This new feeling the stranger has unlocked within has me seeking more. To go beyond the world of normalcy.I need—I want—I wonder how it feels to teeter to the edge of a cliff with blindfolds on and fall down the crest with the wind chasing after me.
In truth, I want this exhilarating feeling to last.
I choose not to say his name as my legs lead me to him. I know he hears my footsteps, but he pretends not to be waiting for the usual faint sounds that emanate from my lips when I say his name.
I release a long breath and fall to my knees behind him, then I wrap my hands around his shoulders.
"Emily, I almost thought you wouldn't make it." He laughs and holds my hand, replacing all the fears and anxiety I felt whilst embraced by the strange man.
He shifts so I can move in front of him. I don't hesitate to climb in his lap. It's awkward at first because it's the first time I have initiated such a position. Mike doesn't say anything. He tries not to respond to the feeling of my ass on his erection.
He is self-conscious. He doesn't wish to scare me away. Mike must think I am asexual.
Hell, I have made him suffer so much.He deserves so much better.
Two years and he has never tried to push me.Never made me crave more. Never had me pushing away all morals and shyness and simply surrendering to a moment of pure, primal lust and need.I straddle him and search his eyes. It's a full moon above; I can see his face darken, then a warning, "Emily." He says only my name, but it's strained. He sounds like a man struggling with control.
I wriggle on his lap, desperate to uncover secrets of the flesh beneath.
I am tired of wearing a mask of saintliness. I wish to set free—a fraction of the wildness beneath. Just a little taste.
A little taste won't hurt.
"Emily," Mike is pushing into me now. My skirt is bunched up my thighs, revealing that part of me to him. I know he craves it too.He glances down and sees the plain stocking. A sound leaves his throat. Then, finally, I feel his erection probe my heat.
I have felt it times without number when we kiss but always as he lies above me. Tonightthere is a different energy in the air.
We haven't even talked about our day or how beautiful the lake looks… all those other safe topics he brings up.
Something about the way I am able to maneuver above his straining cock excites me.
"What are we doing?" he asks for confirmation.