Astonishment

I saw her at Rosie's, hugging a cup of tea in her hands and looking at it in a contemplative manner. Even though she selected a table in the middle of the room, her body language suggested that she wished to be alone as she huddled around the cup, inhaling the fragrant steam as it deliciously opened up her nostrils. It was warm in Rosie's and most of the snow outside had already melted but the weather had grown cold again, holding everyone in its icy grip.

The girl was very nice to look at with her pale, clear complexion, seductive green eyes, and lips full of desire. Her beautiful face and clear neck were surrounded by red hair of the most glorious hue that it absolutely shimmered.

But beyond her appearance there was something else hidden in her mysterious, enticing flesh, buried in the deep recesses of her body, an undefinable quality that held me fast and I couldn't tear my eyes away. She seemed totally self-possessed and thus completely unaware that I was watching her intently. As her body closed in upon itself, she lowered her head until the red hair tumbled forward, obscuring her face. All that was visible was the little dip at the base of her ringless throat, calm and petal-like, and as I gazed upon it, time itself seemed to slow down, allowing me to observe other things without looking at them directly, such as the little movements of her head and body and those tiny tremors that most of us fail to see at all.

As I continued watching, her hand suddenly appeared and crept beneath her hair, silently moving up the virgin spring of her throat. My heart pounded when I came to the realization of what she was apparently doing, squeezing that adorable neck of hers, pressing into the beautiful column of her throat and doing it in front of all the patrons. I was stunned but pleasantly so and quickly glanced around the room but most of them, engaged in other pursuits, seemed totally unaware of what was happening, except Rosie herself, who whispered something to the girl brewing the tea and they both looked in the redhead's direction. As for myself, I could hardly believe what I was privileged to be observing. Even though I couldn't see what she was doing precisely, it wasn't at all difficult to surmise.

My clitoris was burning a liquid fire that couldn't be extinguished and I was hoping that its fragrance wouldn't fill the room and betray my erotic reaction to this marvelous situation. The vision that confronted me had trapped my eyes and was holding them to the spot until they burned like the fire in my cunt. She continued to choke herself then suddenly raised her head, revealing the flushed countenance of her face and pink skin on what had been when I first noticed her, a white throat. Our eyes met briefly and I saw the hint of a smile. She swallowed once and touched her throat again, this time with gentle fingers and looked over in my direction one last time with an expression on her face that I couldn't read. Then she made a sudden grab for her purse and dashed out the door rather quickly, vanishing down the chilly and rapidly darkening street.

I come to Rosie's everyday now at about the same time, hoping the see the passionate strangler again but she hasn't returned. Perhaps she's at another cozy spot in some other part of the city, driving somebody else's eyes utterly insane.