It looked like a beautiful day when you left, true. However, you didn't see the day go by as you walked through that museum. Your slow steps were attentive to every detail around you.
The afternoon passed faster than you expected, and as you slowly noticed that the museum was getting less crowded, you finally got to see the beautiful gift store there. And inside, a gentle man with dark eyes watched you as he attended to a person or two throughout the day, he never let you out of his sight. It might be strange, if he didn't have such a sweet look in his eyes. You would look away once or twice just to make sure he was looking at you. Before long this became a little game, a very fun one at that. You would hide among the moving people in a discreet way, and reveal your "hiding place" when they left. Things seemed to get good, as he laughed a little, was embarrassed, or looked away, you plucked up the courage to greet him, introduce yourself, and say something, since he seemed so charming. You felt a strange attraction to him, but you held back after a while, refusing to fall for it without even trying to talk to him. While you were thinking of ways to reach him in a natural and conventional way, you saw the security guard dispersing some of the few remaining visitors, including yourself.
"Miss, it's about time, we have to get ready to close. You can come back another day.” He said in a nicely way.
"No but I have to come back, I... I... forgot something there!" You say pointing to the gift store without him seeing it.
"Oh, the... the... wow, it doesn't happen all the time, but I really don't remember this guy's name. But anyway, he's a nice guy, he'll remember you when you come back, another day. Now miss, please move on."
Disappointed, you can't even look back and see what you left behind. "Remember me? Would he remember me? No chance." You thought as you walked down the dark sidewalk. There was little movement on the street, it seemed that the few people who were on the street were trying to get home as quickly as possible. Not understanding anything, your doubts were answered when you looked up. Clouds covered the stars of the night and so did the moon. The wind suddenly became stronger, that's when you understood that rain was coming for you.
"No fucking way, you've got to be kidding me!"
As you mumbled down the street, the raindrops began to fall in the form of drizzle, with fine, cold drops. In your backpack there was only your coat, lucky that it was bigger than your body and gave you the possibility to use it as a raincoat. You pressed your step, and with each step you took you felt the thicker drops now on your back, wetting your beautiful light colored flowered dress. The tennis shoes collaborated a lot, preventing the water from getting into the puddles and running through your socks. You start to run against that little storm. You could barely see the people on the street, and you started to feel a little afraid when you noticed that you were one of the only people on that rainy night. "Oh, bizarre." You said as you looked around at the empty street.
You decide to take a break, to take a breath, stopping under a lamppost. You decide to take off the coat under your head, realizing that it was useless, since you were already soaked through. As your body recharged its energy, you see the water moving in the white light of the pole, running north, at least at the angle you were standing. After a few minutes, you feel ready to move on, resigned to your defeat, when you feel a plastic covering your head. It wasn't a bag or anything like that, but a lovely transparent umbrella. Startled by the sudden movement, you look away.
"Hey!" he says, realizing your surprise.
"Holy shit, hey.... I’m- I'm sorry, What are you doing here?"
"Ergh, I work at the museum, but not 24 hours. I have to go home sometime, don't you think?"
"Oh, I agree, sorry for that stupid question." You said, disguising your embarrassment and the fact that you looked so clumsy next to him.
"No, it's okay. It's too cold, you've got goosebumps all over you, aren't you cold?"
"Not too cold, but I'll be fine."
It was a lie, as you shivered from head to toe, your teeth chattering in between the words that came out of your mouth. The dress, whose fabric was not that thick, did not support your body temperature, so your only wish was not to freeze in the middle of the sidewalk.
"What are we doing here? You have to go home, don't you?" He quests.
"Yes, but what about you?"
"I live nearby, I'll be fine. Tomorrow is another day and I can come back and see you if you want. I'll be 100%."
"Okay, you're funny, but I'm not leaving you out here in the rain, hold my arm."
"No need, really."
He raises one of his eyebrows in an almost threatening way, pointing out that his request was actually an order. His insistence caused you to join him for a short walk.
"I'll wet your coat."
"But it will dry later, anyway."
As you walked, he made a point of doing his best to keep you warm, either by taking off his own coat, or wrapping his arms around you, always with your consent of course. And even though you were cold, his eyes shone with every gesture he made. A little later, a question:
"We are here, with you leaving me at home, but I still don't know your name."
Discreetly and quietly, he places a small ID badge in his pocket so that it can match his name:
"You can call me Marc.” He said, giving you the opportunity to say your name, and to tell him the route you would take to get home.
Quickly, it was possible to hear the silence of the night, which was only interrupted by the sound of the rain itself, which became so intense that it formed larger and larger puddles on the street, showing that Marc was not fully protected from the rain as it seemed.
"So, you're Marc from the gift store?"
"A small part of the time, maybe."
"Well, you don't look like a guy who works in a gift store right now, at least according to what I saw earlier. And I'm sorry if that was weird, I don't know, at the time I just wanted to tease you because… anyway. We're close-"
"Oh, you live near my house." He interrupts.
"Really? That's your house?" You said as he stopped in front of one of several houses on that street. You could barely see the colors of it, much less what was through the windows, everything was dark, even scary.
"Yeah, come on, let's go inside, you can dry off and get something to eat, and we'll be on our way. It's getting really late and the rain won't let up."
That was exactly what you had heard. Marc Spector was inviting you to his house, without even knowing you. With much insistence, you again accept one more of the proposals he made that same day. His charm and kindness gave you a little push in your decision.
In parallel, you didn't even know that when that man entered the museum, his name was Steven Grant, a lovely man, but a man snobbed by most of the people around him. And so, this is how it worked; you interacted with Steven Grant in that museum and until then, you were being watched by Marc Spector, a man who had felt a strange attraction for you as no reason and who didn't know how to solve this issue. To you, it still meant nothing, and it will continue to do so for a short time. The lights didn't make that much difference when he turned them on, but his vision got used to them over time.
"Don't mind getting the floor wet, I'll dry everything later. I'll go find something for you to wear, you can go right to the bathroom if you want."
"Oh okay." You said, still stepping with a certain fear, not so firmly on your feet that were soaked, wetting the whole floor, along with the strands of your hair that flowed uninterruptedly. But the heat of that house, which had been closed for most of the afternoon, invades your skin. Even though you felt a shiver running through your body, the air there seemed pure when it passed through your nostrils, even silently, you felt the heat of that environment invading your body, giving you the certainty that you would still have the strength to warm yourself. Slowly, you walk to the bathroom, closing and locking the door. Realizing that you were the only one in the room, you look in the mirror, realizing that you were not as wet as you thought, but that you would still need a towel to dry yourself off.
"Oh my god, I'm a mess!" You said to your reflection, as you watched your hair tangled, your dress so wet that the fabric became even thinner, allowing you to see a bit of your black bra and panties. And your skin so shiny, as if it had just come out of a sauna, but not in such a good way. You are startled when Marc knocks on the door:
"Is everything okay in there?"
In a leap, you answer:
"No, everything's fine, I'll be out in a moment I just..."
"Can I open the door? I won't see anything."
"Wh- Okay."
"Here. I don't know if it should fit but... There are a few more things for you. Make yourself at home."
He leaves a bunch of clothes, a hairbrush, and towels. Not much is heard as he closes the door without even looking behind the door, just the sound of some random TV channel he had turned on, which was not at such a high volume, a sound that signals that there is someone in the kitchen. With your legs not too muddy, you decide to take a shower, but not too long so as not to abuse his hospitality. Groping through your clothes, you see a pair of gray sweatpants and a navy blue long-sleeved blouse, which, though a bit baggy, fit you perfectly. You comb your hair, wring out your wet dress, and finding a clean pair of socks wrapped in the things he had left for you, you put them on and leave the bathroom, looking for a place to lay out your clothes. Before you could say anything, you turn back around having a great view of the kitchen, which provided you with a beautiful view that was watching Marc cook. His hands were nimble as he stirred one or two pots, where everything indicated that everything would be ready soon. While you were in the bathroom, he quickly cooked spaghetti noodles, so what you could see was him preparing a delicious white sauce. With his back to you most of the time, you watched him silently, paying attention to every movement that came in tune with an environment all his own. Maybe he forgot you were there, because he didn't even suspect that you were admiring every detail from afar, while your fingertips tried to keep pace with all those movements, running their hands through the wet fabric of your clothes. Without wanting to, you even smile at the exact moment when he turns around, giving you a little fright.
"Oh shit, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, I just wanted to know where I can hang this up?"
"Don't worry, let me hang it. Come sit here at the table, I made us a little something to eat."
"Sure, what is it?"
"Macaroni with white sauce."
He left you in that room while he hung your clothes to dry. You look around and walk into the kitchen to see how far he has gone to prepare that dish. You could see that it didn't take much effort; from the name, it looked like a dish that would require a certain amount of work, but he had pulled it off.
"Let's go?" He said coming up behind you ready to serve you.
Both sat at the table, next to each other, with their plates duly served. You seemed slightly excited to try that food. From the first bite, you weren't surprised, because you already knew it would taste amazing. The smoothness of the sauce and the perfect pasta made your stomach feel good, and left you extremely satisfied.
"Hm, if it's not too talkative, it must be good."
You put in the last bite you had taken, just to answer him:
"I guess you're right, I've never eaten anything this good and, I've never been this hungry. Really, thank you for that."
"All to help the little girl at hide-and-seek." He says, looking directly at you as he starts to remove the plates. Although it was an embarrassing situation, trying to provoke him at the museum would not be such a bad subject to touch. After all, she needs to keep talking so that it doesn't turn into something awkward. Outside, the rain would not pass, unlike the hour, where the night was getting darker and darker, and the clock signaled that it was getting later and later. Without his insisting too much, you agree to spend the night, because you admit that:
- it would rain all night long;
- It was too late for both of you to be out, no matter how far away you were;
- His house was so warm and comfortable, and you did not want to give that up.
Without showing it, he seemed very pleased to receive you that night. He made your bed, and was willing to sleep on the sofa, although that was more of a condition. As you help him with some blankets and pillows, you hear thunder followed by a flash of lightning. And suddenly all the lights in the house went out, and you knew right away that it was a blackout.
"Okay, don't move. I'll get some candles." He said, but of course, you couldn't stand still for long, so you blindly decided to go after him. Not that his house was huge, but in the dark, everything was harder. You called his name, unsuccessfully, but you saw candles burning in the rooms of the house, so you moved through the rooms more quickly. He even answered your call, but the next thing you knew he was almost run over, by the shock of your body against his. Luckily, your heads didn't hit each other. With both of you on the floor, you fall awkwardly on top of him.
"You really came with everything didn't you?"
"Sorry" You reply, still dealing with the impact of the fall. "I'm a hard faller."
Now sitting on the ground you both laugh, and soon all was well. Their laughter is abruptly interrupted by the coming of another thunderclap. Clearly rain was not their strong point.
“Too bad there isn't a cool movie on. I guess that means we'll have to go inside and maybe sleep.” He gets up and holds your hand out, helping you up and leading you to his bed, where you would spend the night. As you sit up, you see another flash of light come through the windows, which even though they were covered with curtains still made visible the gale that was going on outside. The light was always accompanied by a loud bang, forming a sequence of lightning and thunder, which always scared you; showing a small fragility of yours, in which you don't like and almost fear the forces of nature, which sent this call of light and sound. Between little scares and shivers, Marc watched you from afar, before drawing his conclusion, when not long after, he came back to the room to offer you a glass of water.
"I saw you awake, do you want a drink of water?"
You accept, holding out your slightly trembling hands, an effect of the storm.
"I don't want to intrude, but are you afraid of the rain? Like, the lightning and thunder?"
"A little. Is it noticeable?"
"Not much, but you don't have to hide that from me. If you want I can stay close by, if that helps."
You open a little smile before saying "yes," and then with a chair he stands about three or four feet away. Gently, he does what he can to keep you distracted from what was going on behind those walls.
Sitting on the same bed, you talked openly about various subjects. Little trivia, your musical tastes and favorite things were the topic. One subject always led to another, keeping the conversation active and relaxed (and even fun), everything was fine, when in a way that neither of you noticed, you went to a subject that you wanted to divert: today.
"It must have never been easier to get a woman into your bed than today, right?"
"Maybe, in a way. It's comical that you spent the afternoon getting my attention but in the end you didn't even come to talk to me. If I hadn't seen you in that rain, I would have come home upset." He says in irony, but not letting go of the curiosity he had to meet the woman who mysteriously caught his attention. To talk to her, to touch her, to look directly into her eyes, he wanted that in you. But in that little confusion, you disappeared. At least that's what you explained to him.
"But then that means I got his attention?"
"Yeah, it's hard to admit but yes."
"Even though it was strangely disastrous, gaudy and even humiliating?"
"Look I found it quite amusing even, did you feel that way afterwards?"
"A little bit, it hit you when you found out that you were teasing the guy in the museum gift store. In public."
"What about Marc? Is he the same as the guy you saw from afar that afternoon?"
From what little you saw, he was much more than you expected. Maybe even too much for you, but at that moment, in the silence of your mind you felt that you should have him, at least for that night. Still, it would be crazy to confess all that desire that persisted suddenly and incessantly. It seemed impossible, unless he felt the same way.
With your secret life, sharing your body, Marc managed to be a busy and discreet man, you being a simple work of chance and for him, one of the most beautiful works that chance could provide. Even though he was an observant man, this didn't diminish the effects of seeing you for the first time. He gathered the details he noticed in you all the way home, already aware of your curves, of your simple touch and your naivety added to a natural gentleness. All this gave him a sense of your personality, which was charming and strangely attractive. So, yes, he had the same desire as you, but it was noticeable that you both had no idea how to express it.
"I honestly don't know, I'm too proud to say that you impressed me but too silly to say that you are what I expected you to be. I still want to find out which of the two answers I choose. What about me?"
"You? Well... You're charming."
"Okay, a little unusual but I kind of accept that."
Dawn was coming, the storm was worthy of one of those scary movies because it wouldn't stop. And before long, the blankets, sheets, and mattress accommodated the two of you next to each other, not as close as you both wanted to be. Suddenly, a silence, for everything you wanted to hear has already been said, when a strong lightning bolt came through the window, always making you jump with fright when you almost fell asleep. You let out an angry grunt, covering your face. A few seconds later, you open your eyes and see Marc watching you, as if waiting for something.
"It's okay, I'll turn to the other side of the bed and try to-"
"It's no use because it won't work."
"What?"
"Look, try something. You don't need this, look at me. Just try to keep up with me, okay?"
The two sit down. You watch him making small props with the pillows, fluffing the covers as if you were making the bed together again. Before long, you lie down again, in the same position, looking into each other's eyes.
"Can I?" He asks extending one of his hands.
You nod, and feel his hand gently pass over your shoulder sliding down to your back. A slight shiver runs through the entire length of your body, causing you to close your eyes and for a second take a deep breath. "Just like that, take a deep breath." He whispered.
You could feel his breath close to your body, as he drew closer your face burned so hot. You didn't know if it was shame or the desire for him to keep moving forward until he fully embraced you. Soon your breathing became more tense.
When this became noticeable, Marc takes a break to ask you if everything was okay:
"Yeah, it's just that you... it's just that, I can smell your perfume from here." You say with a lower and lower tone of voice.
"It's okay, I can go a little further if you want, just-"
"No." You interrupt. "I like it. It's just that it's not close enough."
"You want me closer?"
With your eyes open, you were mesmerized by that look, you saw a dark, vague universe before your eyes, he was a spectacular piece of work. Swallowing dryly, your body feels a tremor as another bolt of lightning invades the window.
"I- I want you." You say, almost stuttering.
With his fingertips, he touches your cheek seeking to wrap your face in his palm, eyes closed, you turn your face slightly just to feel his touch wrap your face more fully. First of all, his fingers wrap around your neck, with delicate touches caressing you and giving you goosebumps. He kisses the tip of your chin, your nose, your cheeks, until he reaches your actual lips. It all started with a little kiss, but you wouldn't want it to stop there, so before he pulls away you move in for one, two, three more short kisses, for a long, hot kiss to come. You felt his tongue traverse the entire region of your mouth making your body boil, making you almost wild, as if you had never experienced a kiss from a man before. The closeness made it all the more intense, and you wanted more.
Between kisses, it was possible to hear small moans coming from you, at that time a simple touch showed that your body was vulnerable and completely disposed to Marc's wills, so it was impossible to predict the power he would have over your body. Your hand held his forearm, as a sign asking him not to stop, and even though you didn't want to, little by little you stood up on the bed, willing your body to join his. In response, Marc's hands came down to your waist, pulling you closer. With Marc now sitting up, he wraps you almost in a hug so that you sit on his lap. With your knees resting on the bed, you could already feel the erection growing under the covers, but it didn't get in the way of the incessant kisses down your neck, his hands going up your waist, squeezing your back under the fabric that covered your body, he got rid of that in an instant, making you realize that he would soon have you all over.
Which leads him to move his hand over your shoulder, slowly up to your face, and his other hand to the back of your neck, you listen intently to every word he whispered to you:
"Is this what you really want?"
"From the beginning."
In a strong but at the same time delicate kiss, in a few movements he managed to get rid of the rest of the clothes that covered your body, just as you did with his clothes. Without losing position, your sex felt Marc's every pulse, which made you want him inside you as fast as possible. Your naked body showed off every shaft and curve of yours, places Marc wanted to wrap his hands around more and more, but for that he would need to dominate you. With a little strength and activity he would soon be on top of you. Slowly the position took shape, leaning on one of the pillows, Marc slid his hands over your thigh, but you signaled that you already knew what to do as you spread your legs a little wider than they were already open. Slowly, he kissed every corner of your body, from your neck to your belly. In a tortuous way, you feel him kissing your left thigh, getting closer and closer to you, you were already holding on to a piece of sheet, your body trembling as you felt him getting closer and closer until he was actually there.
He plunges into you with his thirsty tongue feeling every part of you, giving small shocks to your entire body structure, making you let out a moan a little louder than the one you had already let out which makes you take one of your hands to your mouth, where Marc protests:
"No, no, no." He said giving you kisses on your belly. "I want to hear it."
"Okay." You replied, panting.
He goes back to "work" as if he already knows you, knowing the location of your weak spot and about how to get you completely surrendered by him and his abilities. His hands go down over your entire body as a way to exude all the hard-on you felt, your fingertips just wanted to reach his slightly clumsy hair as a way to desire more. When you finally reach him, he stops and slowly rises until he's on top again, with you waiting for him in sudden silence as you both respond with a kiss, a kiss in which you could taste yourself, in which you didn't think it would be so good.
You could feel your own body burning, no one who had ever touched you could understand why, but it really happened, it wasn't fiction.
In a moment, in between kisses, he hesitates to observe you fully, to see that you wanted more all the time, which leads us to remember the moment when he slowly penetrated you, a condition that was only imposed to give him the satisfaction of awakening every sense of your body reacting to his movements, the fit between your bodies was perfect. You held onto the back of his neck, asking him to go faster and faster, and silently he obeyed. Your hands went down his back, a sign that you didn't want it to end. His hands cupped your face:
"Do you still think I'm charming now?" You say in a low voice, feeling his body pulsing still with Marc inside you.
His thumb slides across your lips that glisten in contrast to the light of the night, the rain and all the chaos it spread that now, has lost some of its strength.
"From the beginning."
"Wow, you've gotten sexier than me talking now."
With a smile, his hands transitioned down her body. He didn't even begin to manipulate her sex as her body felt chills where he slid his hands. Slowly moving down her waist, reaching her thighs. When he reaches you, he begins to massage you, trying to feel every inch of you and touch you completely.
Suddenly, you could already feel one, no, two fingers of his inside you. Feeling full, the movements became faster and faster, causing your body to convulse lightly, you knew you would get there soon. Your hands were trying to keep Marc close to you, as if this would draw him closer into you. His lips made a short path from your neck to your breast, as you moved your waist more frequently. Before you were on the verge of orgasm, you tried to be a little more active, lifting yourself up only to return to his lap.
Just as you were about to feel him inside you again, you stop and start making kisses that go from his neck up to his mouth, always in the form of little kisses, making him want you more than that. All this so that you would end it the way you wanted to end it. He slid inside you again, all you had to do was start riding him slowly, and just like in the beginning he had his hands on your waist again, now pushing you not to stop what you were doing. It didn't take long for those movements to become more and more intense, it was inevitable that all that friction would make you raise your posture, heaving your chest and now increasing the speed giving more freedom to your moans produced thanks to your will to feel pleasure, which gave an exclusive satisfaction to Marc's ears that ventured with a woman whose touch, body and all her attributes were unprecedented and impressive, with an unequaled and inexplicable power of seduction, this being all that you saw in him too, but there was no time to think about it now.
"Marc, I guess..." You said without completing the sentence, seeking air for what was to come.
There was nothing more to be said, for you both knew what the other was feeling, reaching a climax together almost at the same time. You felt your whole body pulsating and getting a little wilder as you felt him reaching his peak still inside you. All of this leaves you ready to repeat the dose all night long if you could. Your bodies were in a trance, so you both lay down, now with you able to rest on his chest, looking up at the windows without fear, for the rain had subsided and the lightning ceased, except for the thunder that still resisted in the cold of the night, even though your bodies still exuded the heat that only the sex you had could provide.