On a Rainy Day…
The rains came late, but now, after the first showers, the earth was damp and dark-brown, and the world smelt of freshness. The last raindrops were dripping gently off the tips of the leaves, and fell to the ground like a tinkling; one by one. The clouds that had brought the rain were moving slowly over to the east, and the skies were clearing partially. It was late afternoon, and the light was still strong.
He walked up to some bushes that over-looked her house, and half hid himself behind their cover. He looked over to where her window was, situated in the middle of the house. He saw her through the half-open curtain of the window, as he always did. He watched her while she dressed herself next to her bed, in front of her dressing-table and mirror.
She got undressed slowly, taking her black panty-hose off first from underneath her skirt. His eyes followed the full, womanly contours of her body, and his lions burned with fire. He ached with lust and desire for her beautiful body, which she was exposing to him unawares. She took off her skirt and top, and he watched while she stood in her bra and panties. She had the body of a goddess, he thought to himself as he ached with the want of her.
Her breasts were full and round, and stood out proudly. Her hips and buttocks were sensually curved, and the dark V-shape of her panties lured the desire of his eyes and mind. He stood a while in trance-like wonder, with all his manly senses a-flame and burning. He struggled to keep his desires and emotions under control, but did so, and remained standing behind the bushes out in the back; looking.
The girl got dressed quickly into more casual clothes, a short pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Then she left the room and went somewhere into the living-area of the house. He was not quite sure where she had gone, as she had closed her bedroom door behind her as she left. There was no more sight of her. After a while he retreated back down the old dirt track behind the houses, and went back the way that he had come.
The drops still fell glistening off the leaves; one by one. His shoes left a solitary pair of tracks behind in the dark, wet soil…
