I was returning home from shopping, when I stopped in the small park next to the building where I live. I sat on a bench, across from an Asian woman, in her early thirties I would guess, sitting on a bench diagonal to mine, in front of a willow. She was reading on her phone.
Her legs were crossed. Her foot, in a beige cloth and plastic, black, medium-heeled shoe, swung back and forth, as though in time to music, though there were no headphones at her ears.
Her sky-blue and white polka-dotted skirt was hiked high up her legs, and I could almost see her crotch, where the bottom of her thigh rested atop her other leg. She wasn’t wearing stockings, and it was the smooth skin of her legs that had attracted me, and prompted me to sit. I felt prepared to look for a long time.
She reminded me of Mhinn, although a little older than Mhinn had been when she’d left. She had the same air of composure. She excited me, in ways Mhinn had, by simply sitting, looking self-contained. I just wanted to sit on my bench, and look, and be included in this woman’s thoughts. I wanted her to look at me as well.
She scratched the top of her thigh with her index finger, raising her skirt higher as she did. She uncrossed her legs, then crossed them once again, her left thigh high atop the right. She wasn’t wearing panties. I had glimpsed a strip of pink between a thatch of thick, black hair.
She turned a little on her bench, facing me directly, though her gaze was still directed at her phone. She smiled. I felt my penis harden, and swell in my pants. My breath quickened and my pulse raced, although I felt detached, as if I was observing from above.
A woman with a small dog on a leash walked past. The hula-hoop girl in her shorts and basketball top, danced and twirled around the dog fountain, as several dog-walkers looked on, but I only noticed them peripherally. I was focused on the girl.
She scrolled through something on her phone, and smiled again. I felt need wash throughout me, in a wave. I wanted to turn those eyes on me, and to have that smile beam at me, and because of me.
She leaned back on the bench, and held the phone in front of her, pushing her hips forward as she did. Her skirt hiked even higher on her legs, which she uncrossed once more. If her thighs weren’t pressed together, her crotch would have been bared to me, and directed toward me, as well.
Mhinn had sat that way, on the red corduroy living room couch, her bags in the hall, the day she left. I had wanted to get on my knees, and lick her, give her orgasm upon orgasm, if she’d only stay. I had just stood, and looked, instead.
I knew another man’s head had replaced mine, worshipping her sex, another’s penis filled her, another man’s concerns had filled her head. She’d said goodbye, then stood, picked up her bags, and left. The image of her long legs, sliding through a cab door, her skirt hiked high on her thighs, seen from our bedroom window, high above the street, was the last I had ever seen of Mhinn.
The woman on the bench had spread her legs. Her phone was lowered, her head bent toward it, the fingers of her right hand on the screen. I saw the camera flash go off. She spread her legs still farther, and I saw the flash go off again. Her fingers moved over the screen. Then she looked up at me.
I found it hard to breathe. With shaking fingers, I unzipped my fly, and pried my penis through my shorts, then pulled it through my pants. I felt cool air caress it as it throbbed, and bounced in time with my now pounding heart. I let my hands fall to my sides, and pushed my hips toward the woman on the bench.
She was looking at me. Her legs were spread wider, her bush dark, the pink between it darker than it had been, it had seemed, and swelled. She lifted her phone higher, and I saw the flash go off, as if she'd winked.
As I ejaculated, I watched a smile spread across her face.
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