AN EMPTY BED?

BY YOSH

Once more I looked at the bed in the guestroom. Here she would be sleeping, Shariva, the angel. I imagined her laying there, naked, bound by hand and feet to the bedposts. Just like those girls and boys I had seen so many years ago, when I worked at Ropeville Adventure Hotel.

Suppose I had her there - that beautiful face, surrounded by long, dark hairs that I had watched so often. So often that her parents, my sister and brother-in-law MUST have noticed. Her 9 years old body, that I had seen enough of to be able to picture it now. Her hairless slit, of which I had seen little more than glances. Suppose that I had her there, what would I do? I watched the bed, greedily, as if she was really there. Yes, I would watch her like this, and closer. A blindfold over her eyes so she would not know where I was looking - or even if I was looking. There her little nipples would be, available to my hungry looks. Her slender arms. Her cute legs.

Bending over, I turned my head and held my breath. I imagined I could hear Shariva's heavy breathing and the beating of her heart. Would she sense me? Or would she start to wonder whether I was still there? I moved my hands where her form would be, but rather high. Watching her ghost with my hands, but without touching. Would she know? Would she care?

My hands went down. This is where her armpits would be. What if I tickled there? Many children (including Shariva, I had noticed) will start giggling from that even without actually being touched. As if there is some invisible extension of your hand that tickles them. But nothing of that would happen now. No reaction from her. No reaction until... One hand went down to my crotch to soothe the hardness that had formed.

I smiled, but she would not notice it. What she would notice would be my hands, leaving her armpits and going down. Like this. I bend over further to watch her supposed pussy closer. I blew at it. Would she like it? Or would she want to move away? Even if she'd wanted to, she could not. And I continue my blows. My hands come closer to the bare pussy.

A sudden sound makes me stand up. Was that their car? No. It passed by. But the magic had been broken. I stood up and sighed. I gave the imaginary girl on the bed a kiss on the cheek, then stood up and went on preparing for the real girl to come.

Note: This was intended as the first chapter of a longer story, but it does not seem to come up to speed further on. So I think I will just give you this one.