Category : Adult

Sub Category : Erotic

“When I first met you, I didn’t like her, actually I kind of hated you”.  Marcel took a long drag of his cigarette, lifted his head and blew the smoke straight up into the air.  The windows were closed where we were.  As it happened we were in a hotel room, with a raging thunderstorm outside.  It was very humid and tight altogether.  The air felt close and I was being choked by his cigarette smoke that had nowhere to go but straight up my nostrils.  I had no problem with a smoker, but this was just too much.  I coughed quite loudly so he recognized I was displeased with him lighting up in a room this stuffy.  “Oh shit, yeah sorry”, he said, as he stubbed out the cigarette in an ashtray beside him.  He laid his head back down on the pillow and stretched.  I sat up and wrapped a blanket around myself. Even though it was humid, I got a chill run all over my body.  The tiny almost-invisible hairs on my arm stood up straight.  He ran his fingers down the length of my spine, which was exposed.  I liked it, it felt comforting.  “Why did you hate me”, I said.
 

 
Marcel & Hazel met at a festival during the summer just gone.  He was there with his friends and she was there with her boyfriend, at the time.  Their two paths collided during a wait for the bathroom. He was normal height, relatively slim and eyes that were brown.  He was of Spanish origin, so his skin tone was tanned and clear.  He was wearing a leather jacket with a faded white t-shirt underneath and skinny coal-coloured jeans.  He was in a queue alone.  He looked very natural, like he didn’t feel like he would be out of place anywhere.  He exuded some weird confidence which Hazel took note of. Hazel couldn’t be more opposite to him. She was the typical all-Irish looking girl. She had fair skin, with long red hair that flowed effortlessly down to her lower back.  She had freckles that dotted her cheeks and nose.  With big green eyes, she was sure that she would stand out like a sore thumb in Spain.  Her air was light, delicate and bursting with feminance.
They stood almost parallel from each other.  He looked straight ahead but occasionally looked around and took all the sights and sounds in.  She guessed he was about 28 years of age in her head. She liked him as soon as she saw him. This was more than looks and beyond words. 
She tried to get this attention as soon as he was looking around.  She would stand up extra straight and made herself seem taller than she was.  She flicked her hair back and puffed out her chest to accentuate her cleavage.  Nothing seemed to work.  He wouldn’t give her the time of day.  HE almost seemed to be looking past her.  ‘What the fuck does he keep looking at behind me?’ she thought. Hazel became visibly mad at him for not paying any attention to her.  As the boy’s line moved up further and quicker than her line, he became out of sight.  She sulked for a few minutes and felt slightly ashamed for some reason.  Even though she was mad, she was smitten.
 

 
Hazel was not the type of girl to just fall for someone quickly but this time she did. Maybe, it was just the right time for her. The festival grounds were huge, and she was sure she would never run into him again.  She told all her friends about this boy she met.  She described him in detail and told her friends to keep an eye out for him, just in case they saw him.  ‘You’re such a stalker’, one of her friends exclaimed.  Underneath it all, Hazel was terrified of social situations and she was all too aware of coming across as weird or desperate and she certainly did not want to be viewed as a stalker by her friends. She was hurt by the comment but decided to shut her mouth about him and not bring it up again.  She had one full day left to see if he was within her campsite.