Our bodies in the moonlight are so natural. I am lying on your chest, you slightly hug my shoulders. I know you will be leaving soon. I am sad that our meetings are so short. Gradually, I fall asleep, and in the morning you are no longer there. At such moments it always seems to me that it was a dream, but I can smell you on my skin, and the nightly events come to life again in my head. What a pity that we meet only at night. I would like so much to wake up together and continue our night talk in the morning. On the clock, 10:03, I did not want to get up, instead I decided to surrender to memories and recall our first meeting.

****

It was a rainy autumn day. Throughout the day, I had the feeling that something was about to happen. In view of my anxiety, such a feeling is not uncommon for me, and, of course, it is not always justified. But on that day the inner excitement was so strong that, when I was going for a walk, I decided to dress in a special way. I wanted to look especially sexy. I stood naked in front of a large mirror, assessing myself from all sides. Drawing attention to the chest, I lightly touched the tips of the fingers of my nipples, and made several sliding movements around them. In response to such caresses, they instantly became firm, and I felt a little excited. I felt sad and sad that no one had touched my chest for so long. I wanted to lie down on the bed, that would finally bring myself to orgasm. I began to caress my body. Recently, it has become an indispensable need for me, when for some time I was freed from the constant desire for someone to seize me or even rape. So, I began to engage in self-satisfaction almost every day. Usually this happened in the morning.

The phone call interrupted my occupation and brought me back to reality. A friend called, having offered to go shopping in the center in a couple of hours, we agreed to meet in a cafe. I didn’t really want to go to that meeting, I just didn’t have the mood to be where there are many people.

I have places I love to walk slowly in solitude. I like the quiet narrow streets, with small old two-story buildings. Passing through them, I look at the remains of the decor of the former facade, pay attention to the steps, and other details. I am happy to find some unique trifle in the decoration of the old house and to know that someone else has done it for a very long time and it is unlikely that we can now repeat something like that with accuracy. Different pictures from previous eras begin to appear in my head. Walking along the embankment, I try to imagine what kind of panorama was opened here before the inhabitants of 100-150 years ago and how much it could differ from what is now. Sometimes I draw more ancient paintings when the city was a fortress. Of course, they are all fictional, but no one really knows how it really was. As a rule, in such places there are few shops, cars and people that I especially like.

Having quickly taken a shower, I began to gather for a walk. I decided to wear black nylon stockings, which I wear only in rare and special cases. Wearing them, I got the impression that I was going on a date, and this thought made my heart beat faster. I stopped at black, wearing a translucent panties with lace edges and a bra with a lifting effect. What a pity that no one will appreciate all this, I thought, standing in front of a mirror in stockings and underwear. I wanted to look special, and I put on a short white dress made of thick fabric. The combination of a short white dress and black stockings, looked somewhat defiant.From above, I threw a raincoat just above my knees, and my view became more or less decent and less noticeable. In view of the rainy weather, the shoes on me were black ballet flats. I also captured a blue umbrella and a beige clutch.

****

Before meeting with her friend there was some time. We agreed to meet in a cafe on one of the main streets, but not very lively and consisting of old buildings with an entertaining history. The institution in question was located in the basement of one of these houses, and in order to enter it, one had to go down the stairs. The muffled light and twilight, even in the daytime, create an intimate atmosphere here, suitable for dating couples in love. The far hall of the cafe is just for them, whereas in the near room there are more small companies.

I came out a little earlier, that would walk to the venue. Twilight gradually descended on the city, it was almost 7 pm. I chose a path along one of the quiet streets. It started to rain. And then I realized that I forgot an umbrella! The rain was cold and apparently for a long time. I hurriedly went on the porch of the nearest house.

I stood in some kind of expectation, collecting my thoughts that I would have to go the rest of the way and, most likely, completely soak in the rain. Reflecting on this score, I drew attention to a man standing on the same porch and, of course, also without an umbrella. It seemed to me that outwardly he was very detached and, apparently, he was not bothered much by the rain that had begun. For a few moments my gaze lingered on this man, and I, with my sexual fantasy, presented him nearby. These are such vulgar thoughts, suddenly representing a complete stranger nearby, but which arise by themselves.

What did he look like? Above me, a brunette, with a slightly angular figure. In general, it was not unusual. Dark jeans and a hooded windbreaker made a dark impression. Droplets of rain flowed down his face, and it seemed to me especially exciting. From my thoughts I smiled slightly and turned away.

I had no choice but to continue my path. Moving quickly to the cafe, I managed to dream about our possible acquaintance. At the same time, I did not even turn around to look in his direction. Not to mention the fact that I never meet on the street, stops or other public places. However, deep down I have always been sympathetic to the possibility of such a fatal acquaintance.

In the cafe, despite the Saturday evening, there were few visitors. I settled down at a table in the middle hall. I had to remove a pretty wet raincoat. There was no friend yet, I asked for a menu. There was no limit to my amazement when I saw a wet stranger with whom I had crossed some time ago on the porch of a house. I managed to get a little upset by the thought that he could go to the far hall, but he went to the next table. At that moment it became interesting to me, I watched him, as he took off his jacket and sat down. Perhaps my interest was noticeable, however, I did not try to hide it. I noticed his hands. Usually I always pay attention to the hands and fingers of a man, it is difficult for me to say what I am guided by, but I like them. Meanwhile, they brought my order - a glass of red wine, perhaps I would not choose wine in a different setting, but ... everything was starting to look like an easy flirt on my part, which I, of course, did not want to take seriously.

I called a friend and said that she was lingering because of traffic jams, I assured her that I would wait for her.

Deciding to fix the hair, I passed by. Returning, she glanced again in his direction, and with a slight smile sat down at her table, taking a couple of sips from the glass. Outwardly, his behavior remained indifferent with his eyes fixed somewhere afar, although he perfectly saw me trying to attract his attention. It seemed that he, too, came to the meeting and was fully occupied with his thoughts. Drunk wine gradually began to act.Straightening the dress, with a slight smile on my face, I walked past the stranger and sat down at the bar stool, cross-legged. In this position, my dress slightly covered the ass, and the black gum stockings became very noticeable. I had no choice but to order another glass of wine. At that moment I was already a bit desperate that my actions did not bring the desired result, when I suddenly saw a stranger in front of me whom I had so hard tried to impress.

- May be enough?

- What is enough?

- All this ... And you pointedly looked at me.

- I'm waiting for a girlfriend, I'm bored.

- You make a different impression ... everyone looks at you.

- The main thing that you would watch ..., I frankly stated.

- Let's go sit down.

You took my glass and we went to your table. There was a conversation between us, the details of which I will not retell, since it differed little from the conversations that happened when meeting people in such places.

“You wanted to have sex when we stood in the rain?” - suddenly asked you. From such words in my head immediately flew a heap of thoughts, during which I tried to establish the cause-and-effect relationship of your question, though because of the wine I had drunk, nothing happened. It was a provocation on your part!

- What?! What kind of nonsense ...? I didn't want anything ...

- I do not go to such places and if I am here, it means for a reason.

It was a little like the truth. I could not believe that you came to me at this cafe just because I saw something similar in my view when we were standing on the porch in the rain! I felt uneasy that by my behavior and appearance I impressed you with some kind of prostitute.

- So, you have come for nothing, I am not free. “Let him think I'm married,” I decided.

- Do you have a husband? - You asked, looking me straight in the eyes.

And here I first saw your look. An open and direct look, in which there was nothing superfluous, and at the same time it was not as simple as I could have imagined. At that moment my playful mood quickly disappeared.

- Not... , Why did I say no? I wanted to say I'm married!

Do you have a girlfriend?

- It was, but now we are not together.

- Why?

- She died about a year ago.

There was a small pause. At this moment my friend came up. Actually, I didn’t even know how to introduce you, but Ilnara (that was her name) was a smart enough and tactful girl, and didn’t ask too many questions.

- I'll be right back. And we went with her to the side.

Ilnara drew attention to my slightly drunk state and said that she understood everything, asking about my plans. I said that it depends on my new friend. To which she replied that she was embarrassed only by the fact that it could be some pervert maniac, and asked to call her after our meeting ended (although she did not wait for my call, calling me herself the next day). I was very grateful that she gave us the opportunity to stay together. We said goodbye and I went back to the table.

- As I understand, you are free?

- Today, yes.

You are not satisfied with my answer.

- Do you want to go with me? - you asked directly.

Of course, it would be complete recklessness on my part, just to say “yes”, considering my attitude towards such acquaintances, and so rapid development of events. But I wanted to know you closer, and this desire was stronger, my principles. You noticed my doubts.

“You'll like it,” you added, taking my hand. And again he looked into my eyes. From your look on the skin, goosebumps ran, there was something magical and inexplicably attractive ... I felt that my doubts and fear were completely gone.

- Yes, I want.

You smiled and kissed my hand.