Conceptfan's Short #4
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I think what caught my attention first was what she was wearing. I mean, everyone's running around in these dark-coloured, heavy garments - you know the kind of thing: layers of shapeless clothes to keep out the cold and the rain and that evil, icy wind we get in early March. But this girl was only wearing a T-shirt (and a brightly-coloured one at that) and a pair of well-above-the-knee shorts. And let me tell you, once you looked at that T-shirt, it was hard, really hard, to look at anything else.
Everyone was staring at her. Even the women. Even the guys who were clearly with their girlfriends. And you could see what most of the guys were thinking. All around the tube carriage, those blokes who were sitting down began crossing their legs. The ones standing suddenly decided they wanted to carry their briefcases or polythene bags - whatever they had - directly in front of their waists. She was that good-looking. And she moved like a dancer. So light on her feet, so graceful as she worked her way down the carriage. I could feel my heart in my throat as she turned in my general direction.
You have to believe me when I say she was stunning. I mean, I could have spent a week just looking at her, not eating or sleeping. If I had to guess her age, I'd say early twenties. Her complexion was utterly flawless. Nowhere on her exposed skin - her face, her long arms, her legs - was there a single blemish or wrinkle or mark of any kind. She just looked perfect. And I mean perfect.
She was quite tall - nearly six feet I'd guess - and slim. Not skinny like a kid or one of those sick-looking nineteen-eighties models. No, no, no. She was shapely. Actually, a mere word like "shapely" doesn't begin to do justice to this girl's figure. She was exquisitely proportioned. Her curves - oh, her curves - they were... No, there isn't a word for it in the English language. I'm just going to have to describe her bit by bit.
Her hair was dark brown, and straight. As straight as an arrow fired on a windless day. It hung just below her shoulders at the back and spilt onto them at the front. Her face was the equal - I would say the better - of any film star of any country and of any era. Her eyes, a deep shade of green, framed by long, thick lashes, sparkled as though backlit. Above each of them a simple, thin and immaculate eyebrow arched in perfect symmetry. Her nose was the ideal size for her face, straight, strong (but not overly so) neither too wide nor too narrow, with the barest hint of an upturn at the tip. Her cheekbones were high, and visible without being too evident, and her cheeks themselves looked as smooth as silk, their colour not exactly what you would call rosy, but warm and healthy. In fact, "healthy" applied to her whole face. She seemed to glow with well-being, radiate it even. She wore no make-up. No cosmetic could create an effect like that. If it could, they'd sell it for millions.
The girl's mouth was the stuff of fantasy. She had rich, generous lips, invitingly red, slightly pouting when relaxed. They looked like they would be heaven to kiss. And beneath them was a beautifully sculptured chin. Yes, even her jaw-line looked good. As did her neck - you know, the perfect length, smooth skinned, immaculate. You could see glimpses of her collar bone above the neck of her T-shirt and it was as flawless as the rest of her. Same goes for her bare arms. Really slender, long-looking and not a glimpse of a blemish or even a tiny hair anywhere on her. She had lovely hands too, delicate, feminine, dainty fingers, unpainted not-too-long nails that seemed to have just been given a master manicure.
The rest of the flesh she was displaying was awesome. Her long legs emerged from her shorts like two pink ivory sculptures. So shapely, not an ounce of surplus skin on them. And you could tell that everyone on that train was wondering what they would be like to touch, to stroke... to lick. She was wearing a pain of cute trainers that came up to her ankles. Not too chunky, they seemed to finish off her wonderful legs perfectly. You had to see the way those legs moved as she walked down the carriage. It was enough to get a dead man erect.
I found myself ogling her. My eyes just worked their way slowly up her legs. When I got to those shorts, I had to imagine what her hips looked like, and her knickers. I did my best. I didn't get to see her from behind, but the shorts were tight and the people who she passed all stared hard at her backside, so I just assumed it was as magnificent as the rest of her. I didn't mind. I had more than enough beauty to occupy me. More than enough alright...
Her T-shirt was tucked into her shorts, not something anyone but the flat-stomached can afford to do. She could. Her waist was tiny. No belly on this girl. Some folks would probably suggest that her shirt was too small for her. To my bulging eyes, though, it was just the right size. To say that she filled it doesn't even begin to paint the picture. It was stretched to the very limit of its fabric by the highest, biggest, roundest, firmest pair of breasts I have ever seen on any woman, let alone a slim young girl with an angel's face. To be frank, they were easily the best-shaped tits I have ever had the pleasure of drooling over.
As she came closer, you could see them bobbing ever so slightly with each step. Incredibly (seeing how high they sat on her chest), I don't think she was wearing a bra. I say that because I could clearly see her large nipples tenting her T-shirt. I almost felt sorry for that shirt. It was being put under an unbelievable strain. Then again, I was too jealous of its contact with those fabulous mounds to be too sympathetic. A man could loose everything he ever had just for the promise that he might get to touch them.
She got as far as I was sitting and seemed to stop for a while. As I was sitting facing the windows on the other side, I got the perfect view of her profile. And it was the most amazing sight anyone could ever wish to see. How could she be so slender, so beautifully long-limbed and yet be so big-chested? To my embarrassment, I almost soiled my boxers just looking at her sideways on. I mean, she was sex-on-legs. You'd sell your mother for twenty seconds with her. Crawl a mile over broken glass just to masturbate at her feet. You'd crash the Earth into the sun if you could and you thought that was what she wanted. She was that hot. Believe me.
She must have noticed the hungry look in my eyes because she threw me a smile as she turned to sit down next to me. She had one hell of a smile. Her teeth were as white as pure light, spirit-level-straight, and perfectly set in her lovely mouth. As she sat down, I finally got to see her arse. It was the most pert, beautifully rounded, ideally proportioned rear I have ever encountered. Like a peach, but infinitely better. Then she was sitting. I saw her fabulous bare legs alongside my scruffy jeans, her exquisite face in profile, her glorious chest ideally placed for me to glance at out of the corner of my eyes. I crossed my legs to hide the bulge in my trousers.
For twenty glorious minutes we sat side by side as the train crossed town. Then, she stood up, her long legs and incredible figure drawing any eyes that had managed to look away while she was seated. Purposefully, she strode along the carriage, gorgeous backside swaying sexily with every step, and got off the train. I found my legs acting of their own accord. I was on my feet, racing through the door, even though it wasn't my stop.
I followed her up the escalator at what I thought was a sensible distance. She got out the station and onto a main road. Then she turned down a little side street. When I got to the corner, there was no sign of her. Suddenly, I heard a voice behind me.
"About time, pervert. I see you're as slow as you are stupid." Shocked, I spun around to see the same, stunningly attractive girl standing there just a yard behind me in all her sexy glory. She must've noticed my erection, because she said "I suppose what little brains you've got are all in there," and she nodded in the direction of my loins.
"H..How did you get behind me?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Work it out for yourself." she answered. I tried to. Had she hired a helicopter? Found a hole in the space-time continuum on the northbound platform of a commuter station? Was one of the vending machines now offering teleportation as well as stale chocolate? Seeing my confused face, she nearly laughed.
"You really are stupid, aren't you."
"Actually, I'm not, OK?" I was beginning to get a bit pissed off at this point.
"No, it's not OK and yes, you are stupid. Don't argue with me. It's not in your interest. You're already in enough trouble." She might have been the most beautiful young woman ever in the history of the world, but she seemed to have taken lessons in social skills from Eric Cartman. Despite that, I was getting turned on by her mouth as she spoke, you know, the movement of her lips, the flashes of her sexy teeth, stuff like that.
I tried a new tactic. "Look," I said, "I'm sorry for following you. It's just that I wanted to ask you if you wanted to come for a drink some time.."
She burst into cruel laughter. "You really have no idea, do you? Why would someone like me - " and she waved her hands to indicate the work of art that served as her body - "want with someone like you?" I had no answer to that. I couldn't think of anything an angel like her would want of a penniless, unfit, overweight, ugly man like me. I found myself staring at her chest, calculating just how far out of my league she was. Once again, she noticed.
"I've got a face, too, pervert. You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."
"Oh, you will be." she said.
"Look, I'm sorry." I tried again. "It's just that I -" I was cut off mid-sentence as there was a blur between us and suddenly, her hand was around my throat. It hurt terribly and I couldn't breathe. The pain quickly increased as I felt my neck stretching. I panicked, bringing my hands up to hers, desperately trying to dislodge it. Shocked, I found that I couldn't. It was about then that I realised my feet were no longer touching the pavement. My legs were hanging in the air. With lightening speed, she'd lifted me off the ground by the neck with one slender hand. I felt the sweat pouring onto my forehead.
Struggling for air, I kicked at her. I got several good blows in but it made no difference to her hold. I looked at her, intending to plea for my life. She was smiling! I tried to say something, but her grip on my throat was robbing me of the power of speech. Instead, it was her who spoke. "You speak to me out of turn once more and you're dead. Understand?" I nodded. She opened her hand and I fell to the ground. My legs tangled beneath me and I found myself sprawled on the pavement, rubbing my bruised neck.
"Get up, idiot." she said. Gingerly, I did.
"Good." she mocked. "That wasn't hard, was it?"
"It hurts." I confessed, still rubbing.
"It's going to hurt an awful lot more."
I was completely stunned now. "I'm sorry." I said, anxious not to piss her off. There was that blur again, but this time she didn't strangle me or lift me off my feet. She just put her lovely hand loosely around my throat.
"I told you what would happen to you if you spoke out of turn again. You do understand, don't you?"
"Yes." I was getting pretty nervous. I didn't relax much when she removed her hand from my throat and placed it on her shapely hip, although it was one hell of a sight. She smiled.
"Let's kiss and make up." she said. Relieved, I looked at her. She'd puckered her gorgeous lips and was leaning a little towards me, making her breasts strain the material of her T-shirt even more. Her hand was still on her hip. She looked incredible. My heart raced as I began to move towards her. I'd barely gone a step when I was hit by what felt like a wall of air.
From nowhere, an incredibly powerful and deafeningly loud gust of wind - a mini hurricane - threw me off my feet, and I was flying back through the air. Even as I panicked, I noticed how warm the wind was. That didn't make sense on a cold, wet day. Neither did the delicious scent that permeated the rushing air. Still flying backwards, I caught a glimpse of the girl, her mouth still shaped like an "O". That's when I realised. The "hurricane" was her breath.
It stopped as suddenly as it had started, the roar of wind ceasing in an instant. She'd stopped exhaling. I fell back to ground, my momentum making me tumble backwards head over heels six or seven times. Despite the shock and the pain, the feeling of being tossed about like a piece of litter by her breath was unbelievable. I'd literally been blown away. It took me quite a while to recover my bearings. I was covered in bruises from my awkward landing.
I managed to pick myself up onto my hands and knees. I was just about to try and stand when I saw the girl's stunning legs just inches in front of my eyes. How had she moved so fast? She lifted one of her feet, lowering it towards my shoulder. Before I could react, I felt a blinding pain and I was tumbling head over heels again. My roll came to a halt as I hit a wall, my shoulder feeling as if it was on fire.
This time I didn't even have time to catch my breath. She was standing over me, her slender arm reaching down and grabbing hold of the back of my collar. Suddenly I was dangling like a puppy in its mother's mouth as she straightened out, holding me at arm's length in one delicate hand as if I was a soiled nappy. "Let me go! Please!" I pleaded, but she just laughed.
She swung her arm up and down a few times, my whole body moving through the air as if I was on a fairground ride, making me nauseous. To my horror, she opened her fingers, letting go of me just as she reached the highest point of her swing. I soared up into the air, screaming for my life. I passed the tops of the trees, only slowing when I was so high I could see dozens of streets beneath me. Then I began to come down. Terrified, I saw the upper branches of a big oak rushing towards me.
Compared with the prospect of falling a further forty feet to land on the concrete pavement, the tree was quite welcome, but it didn't feel like that at the time. The twigs scratched deep long cuts in my face as I fell into them, finally coming to rest on a thick, strong branch that struck my back. knocking the wind from my body so that I couldn't cry out in pain.
For a few moments, I thought that I was finally out of the girl's reach. I looked down through the leaves and saw her standing by the thick trunk of the big tree. She looked like she was casually leaning against it, her arm outstretched and her palm flat against the bark. It was only when I heard the sound of wood splintering that I realised what was happening. She was trying to push the huge tree over! With one hand!
A battle was ongoing between the slim girl's single arm and the roots of the mighty oak. The strain on the trunk was audible even from as far up as I was. I felt the thick trunk bending slightly, unable to resist the power of this young girl. The creaking grew ever louder until with an almighty crack, the tree succumbed to the girl. The trunk itself split, and the enormous tree began to tumble as if felled by a lumberjack. I clung on for dear life.
I lost my grip when the top of the tree smashed down into the road, bouncing me up into the air a few feet until I crashed back down into the middle of the branches. Just when I was thanking my lucky stars that I hadn't been killed, I felt the fallen oak moving around me. Looking wearily upwards, I saw her standing some ten yards away, her long arms around the broken trunk, pulling the whole tree off of me. She didn't look like the weight was any problem for her. Casually, she tossed the massive trunk ten feet to the side, leaving me exposed, lying in the middle of the road.
By now I was too wounded, too battered to move. I saw her strolling towards me, but the only thing I could do was plead with her. "Please! It's enough! I'm sorry. Please!" She stood over me, her feet slightly apart, her hands on her hips. I looked straight up at the curve of the underside of her wonderful breasts and beyond them, at her beautiful face.
"I haven't even started with you yet." she said. I began to weep. She bent over me, grabbing hold of my right ankle. Her grip was painfully tight. When she straightened up again, I was dangling upside down from her iron grasp. The blood rushed to my wounded head. I felt sick. For about a minute she let me swing from her hand like a human pendulum, then she let go and I was rolling head over heels. My forehead smacked against the kerb of the road and I felt blood trickling down my cheek from a new wound. My vision had become blurred, but I could still see her walking towards me once more.
"You're going to kill me!" I croaked in desperation. She didn't respond. Her long shapely leg flashed out, catching me in the stomach. For a second everything became black and then I was airborne again although only for a moment. As I hit the pavement, I felt a new, terrible pain in my belly. The momentum of her kick carried me, rolling, across the width of the sidewalk until I hit a brick wall and gained another wound, this one on my backside. When I tried to catch my breath, I found I could only wheeze noisily. I was faint and dizzy. Lying face down at the foot of the wall, I was convinced that I was about to die.
This time, she picked me up by the back of my trousers. I hung from her tiny hand, too weary to even protest. I hoped the end would come soon. It didn't of course. She raised her arm and slammed my backside up against the wall. By this point I was in so much pain, I hardly even felt the impact. Her other hand flashed out, pressing into my chest pinning me to the wall with my feet well off the ground. The pressure her dainty fingers exerted was so great, I couldn't breathe. She must have seen my face turning blue because she removed her hand and I slid down, landing on my feet.
I would have collapsed in a heap - I no longer had enough strength to stand, but she stepped in so close to me that her body held me upright. Her fabulous breasts pressed lightly against me and her face loomed just inches from my own. I was surprised to find myself with an erection despite my weakened state. She smiled, her beautiful mouth so close to mine. Slowly, very carefully, she leant into me, squeezing the air from my lungs with her big round mounds.
I could feel my ribs bending under the impossible force she was exerting with her gorgeous chest. Even as I struggled vainly for air, even as the pain reached new, impossible levels, I couldn't help but find the situation incredibly erotic. Her hand came up, a single extended finger lifting my chin so that our eyes met. She breathed into my face, her sexy mouth so very close as she said "It's been fun. Thanks." And she stepped back, away from me. I slid to the ground and everything went black.
By my watch I reckon I was unconscious for about thirty minutes. When I came to, I staggered in agony to the main road and hailed a cab. All the way home, I thought about her. As soon as I got there, I swallowed four aspirins and a couple of large glasses of scotch. Every inch of me ached. I lay on the bed, smoking a joint and thinking about the incredible girl. A little while later, I shut my eyes and drifted into a deep sleep. The pain she'd given me lasted for two weeks. The erection she'd inspired stayed almost as long. Although I never saw her anywhere again, she's still haunting my dreams to this day.
Conceptfan, March 2002
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