Dating : Queen Without Clothes

She took her mug filled with milky coffee to her desk. She sat down and looked out of the window overlooking the neighbourhood. Her eye caught the movement of curtains at the opposite building. She knew someone lived in the attic there, she’d seen a young man — probably a student — watering his plant near the window. Recently he’d placed a small table there. It was likely, Carola thought, that he had to continue his studies from home now and had decided that sitting at the window would at least give him some sense of still being part of the world. He appeared after opening the curtains and placed a laptop on the table. The distance between them was about thirty meters and as he looked out for a moment, he noticed her. She smiled and wanted to wave but decided against it. She didn’t want to come across as socially desperate even though she did feel a bit like it. She couldn’t quite make out if he smiled too, and he didn’t wave either. He just sat down and opened his screen. Carola took this as her cue to get to work too.

The morning passed pretty quick and as her stomach growled, she realised it was already half-past one. Attic Boy was still there. She’d glanced at him once in a while to check. It was soothing to have someone else working in the vicinity. It made her feel less disconnected. Once, he had looked up at her at the same time and their glances had lingered but no real contact was made. She stretched in her chair and pushed herself off against the desk. She rolled along for a few metres. She now used her feet to push herself off again and the force of her leg muscles gave her some genuine speed. ‘Woooooo…’ she yelled into the deserted space. As she came to a standstill an idea formed in her mind. She stood up and dragged the swivel chair to a part of the attic where she couldn’t bump into anything. She grabbed the armchairs and started a run-up. After gaining some speed she jumped on her knees on the seat and rode it out whooping happily and childishly. She skated, again and again, going back and forth, yelling louder and louder. Only after a while did she notice that the young man in his attic had stood up to watch her passing from window to window. Being in an exuberant mood she now waved to him and he grinned broadly and waved back. As she continued, he gestured as if he was cheering her on. She stopped in front of the window near her desk and did a pirouette of some sorts on her chair. He applauded as she held her arms up in the air, the turns making her bright red hair wave. She stood and went towards the window leaning against it with her hands. Attic Boy mimicked her and so they stood staring at each other, their hands flat against the glass. Carola discerned a compulsion building inside her that had been dormant for some time now. She wouldn’t give in to it of course, but already she saw herself do it in her mind. Pulling up her jumper and pressing her boobs against the cold surface. Her nipples responding and sending signals to her brain to urge her hands to get rid of the simple cotton bra she was wearing. The student’s astonished but soon admiring look giving her the right kind of shiver running through her tummy and settling between her thighs. Why refrain? she suddenly thought. This was a crisis, it called for desperate measures. Her left hand lowered to find the edge of her jumper but just before she was about to pull it up, she got another, even better idea. She slipped her hand under the jumper and turned her arm behind her back. She flicked the clasp open and took her bra off. Like a magician pulling an endless kerchief out of his sleeve, she tugged her bra bit by bit into sight from underneath her jumper. All the while carefully observing Attic Boy. Judging his concentrated stare, she was sure she got his undivided attention. She seductively dangled her bra in front of her like a trophy before swinging it over her head into the space behind her. She took the edge of her jumper between her fingers and slowly rolled it up towards her breasts. She aimed to reveal her boobs by pushing the rolled-up fabric up against them until their weight would make them pop out.

She’d been called plump in middle school which nowadays was considered curvy. Although the qualification of her classmates wasn’t meant as a compliment, she knew the boys’ excitement was positively triggered by the mature size of her pubescent tits. She was proud of them. No other word fitted her sentiment. The first time a boy had licked and sucked on her nipples and large round pale areolas, she’d felt like a queen. The fact that her classmate Sebastian had been on his knees certainly added to the sensation. Later, she let him put his half-limp penis between her boobs and she’d relished the sensation of it growing into a pulsating cock. He’d come very quick, squirting his semen against her chin. The smell and taste of it had been salty and it had reminded her of the coast of Brittany where she’d spent her happiest holiday a couple of years before. Sebastian turned out to be clueless about and even indifferent to her satisfaction so they left it at that. She watched him cross the street from her teenage bedroom window while she massaged her clit. She fantasised about him turning around to watch her climax. No, her fantasy went further. She wanted all everyone on the street to look up and be captivated by her sexual act. When she noticed that there actually was someone watching her — her neighbour, Mrs Plath, across the street doing her ironing on the first floor near her window — Carola backed away and crashed on her bed blushing a shameful red. She got a strange look from the woman when she encountered her in the supermarket later that week. She wondered if it was a look of disapproval or suppressed arousal.