Diary of a Siren | IN PROGRESS

Mystery Man

Oh, God just take me in this elevator already.

I see you over there, biting at your lip, squinting your eyes at me. I turn mine away from him only to get lost in my thoughts if it were just the two of us in here.

He would stride over and press my body up against the cold metal wall. The weight of his against mine is so extreme that we might go through the wall and into the shaft. His hands would be on my hips, and his fingertips would dance around the top of my skirt. He would trace my body with the same tender touch down my pencil skirt. Then he would hook his fingers into the hem of it just above my knee. A complete shudder would take over my entire body at the simplest touch from him. Still hooked into the hem he would drag my skirt up my skin allowing my legs to part. To part so he could straddle himself between them. He would take his other hand behind my head gripping my ponytail to pull himself closer to me. Into me.

DING

I shake myself out of the daydream noticing a tingle and dampness in my lace panties. I moan lightly under my breath. Who are you mystery man... with the wedding band? I notice it as I scan his body after his advances on me in my mind.

You've got to be a newlywed. You don't seem like the typical married man who found themselves alone in New York. But then why are you making faces like you want to take me right here, right now.

The ding was the bell for the 86th floor of the Empire State Building. We both linger as the last two to leave the elevator. He brushes past my arm ever so slightly and then shifts his gaze to the barriers ahead of us. I couldn't move at first as his touch was somewhat paralyzing.

I move slowly after him towards the barrier to catch a glimpse of the city again. I say again because this is where I go.... a lot. It's a good place to think, to meet people, to stalk people.

Stalk—I hate that word actually. Pursue, or research is much better suited.

The people were right though, the people that said to me that this was the best way to view the city when I first moved here. Moved from my shitty little home town full of unwanted memories and--

A sudden warmth appeared behind me. Whilst in thought I had moved to where the view-finders were and were face-down in it not noticing the blackness in front of my eyes. But now with warmth on my backside and the sound of a coin clinking, the blackness blurred into light then cleared as I could see down to the streets.

"You need to put money in those to be able to see anything," a smooth boyish voice whispered into my ear. My panties dampen again. Who the hell?

The warmth disappeared, and as I pulled back I see the mystery man from the elevator standing behind me.

I inhale hard, "My knight in shining armor."

He chuckled, in a manly way unlike I have heard other men chuckle like little boys. I bit my lip slightly and returned my face to the view-finder. He can't impress me. I'm not going to give in so easy.

"Traveling alone?" his voice piped up again.

"What's it to you?" I don't move my face this time.

"Well... I'm also traveling alone... kind of," he added.

Great the 'I'm away on business and the wife is in the hotel with the kid, possibly kids.'

I see your wedding band sir, and I raise you a strong stubborn woman who's better at playing this game... What do you want? A quickie at the top of the Empire State Building?

How far will you go here, mystery man?

"What's your name, anyway?"

I pull my gaze out to meet his face and reply, "what's your name?"