It's About Time, Chapter 3
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Suffice it to say that I did in fact go to the park at he appointed time. I wore
white trousers and a black shirt made of silk, reversing Persephone's mode of
dress.I arrived early and sat on the bench, the girl had not yet arrived, would
she come? Somehow this was the least of my worries. Fortunately this part of the
park was deserted so at least there was no danger of a bystander causing a
scene.
She arrived early too wearing the same clothes as the day before. She made no
recognition of my presence, her face remaining impassive. Here I should describe
her face, those piercing blue eyes, the jet black hair reaching down to her
breasts. I began to regret the choice I had made, I was sure that had I asked I
would have been permited to strip the girl naked, lie down with her and make
love. However I was simultaneously aware of the banality of this fantasy. While
I have no prejudices against casual recreational sex I prefered the feeling that
I was involved in something outside the normall oevre.
The appointed time approached. The girl stood in the same manner as before,
motionless. An old woman pushing a shopping trolley came along the path out of
the woods. She was immensly fat and wheezed. She stopped to mop her brow with a
filthy handkerchief. I looked at my watch, a minute to go, would the crone move
on or not? I was not sure that I cared. I rose to my feet and as I did so the
old woman regained her labours, for an instant I saw the old woman and girl
transposed, the girl watching as I lifted the skirt of the crone.
As I stood behind the girl I was still aware of the crones retreating presence.
I encircled her waist with my arms, rasing the front of her skirt with my left
hand as I made intimate caresses with my right. I felt the texture of her pubic
hair gradualy working my way down her cleft. I could feel her buttocks press
against me and tighten, her breathing quickening into small short breaths. Her
legs were slightly parted allowng me to place a finger within her. At this she
clasped her thighs tightly around my hand preventing withdrawal. Slowly she began to move her body back and forth in a rocking motion. Working with my thumb and finger brought short gasps from her, Suddenly her back arched and stiffened, then she relaxed. I withdrew my hand, replaced the skirt and left.
I made the required call from a public call booth on leaving the park. My hand
was still wet from it use as I dialed.
"Who is calling"
"Zagreus"
"You will be contacted later. Thank you for your call."
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