Romancing  an Angel   Part 1 of 3

Romancing an Angel   Part 1 of 3

I had watched her for a long time. She had a style about her that drew me like a moth to a flame. Now my tastes transcend the normal and I find my attractions to women more based on attitude than physical form. Now don't get me wrong, I love a great rack and a sweet ass, but the mind is the playground I enjoy the most.

But I digress; this woman was a mystery to me. I only saw her for brief periods often in the elevator. We never spoke, but her scent seemed to fill me with a primal need that stayed with me throughout the day. I could have easily approached her and asked her out, but I was tired of the same old routine. I wanted something risky and with a hint of danger.

This time I wanted to hunt her like a lion hunts a gazelle. Her routine was fairly predictable as the modern workplace often creates. She dressed modestly most of the time, but occasionally her wardrobe would reveal hints about her wilder side, a blouse that was left unbuttoned a bit lower, or a sweater that flattered her exquisitely feminine form. Sometimes I wondered if she was hunting me.

I had to make my move. I went to a favorite florist and put my plan into action. I would have flowers and cards sent to her every other day for a week. Teasing her and hinting of my plans.

The first flowers were delivered with a simple card that read, to my sweetest temptation, you make my heart jump at the very sight of your heavenly form. I long to talk with you, but fear keeps me at bay. May these flowers brighten your day as you brighten mine? That night as usual she was on the elevator. This time humming and smiling from ear to ear. Her flowers held close like a precious treasure.

She looked at me and spoke for the first time. "Good evening."

Good evening, those are some really lovely flowers.

Thanks, I just wish I knew who sent them.

Ahhh, a secret admirer, romance is not dead.

Nope, I guess not. Well this is my floor, see ya around.

With that the elevator door slowly closed as she walked away. Her movements seemed more alive and I grew hungry just watching her walk as her hips seductively swayed. I had not planned on the verbal, but still the plan seemed to be working. I would time it so that the next time we met, I was getting out of the elevator as she was coming in.

Two days later I stepped out of the elevator and there she was. This bouquet was larger and more elaborate; a small bear was nestled inside the foliage. She seemed to glow and her smile was blinding.

Well looks like romance is not only alive, but thriving, He must be really smitten by your charms.

"Yes, but I still don't know who the mystery man is."

"Well they say all good things come to those who wait."

We again parted, but I worried that she might suspect that I was responsible. That would not do, I had to throw her off. I smiled with the deviousness of what my mind came up with. The next morning I met her in the elevator.

"Good morning."

"Good morning to you, hey could you tell me who the florist is, that the flowers are from, I would love to send some to my gal. Your mystery man is making me feel like I am lacking in the romance area."

There was disappointment in her eyes, but she rattled off the name and we parted ways. T-sun would have been proud; I have been made to look inactive when in fact I am attacking. The florist was a close friend and would never divulge my identity. He seemed to enjoy my antics. The next flowers would be sent on Friday. This time the game would be for all or nothing. Would she play or would she retreat and end the game?

Friday arrived and the delivery man brought a spread of roses that exceeded four dozen. The card inside said, I long to hold you and feel you against me. I will see you soon. Her body trembled with anticipation and yet there was a sense of fear too. It was a sick world and this may be some nut job, serial killer.

We met again on the elevator and this time she was smiling, but a bit uneasy. She barely managed to carry the bouquet as its size and weight made it cumbersome. I moved forward and put the final piece of my plan into motion.

May I give you a hand? Those look like they are nearly toppling you over.

Thanks, I would appreciate the help, you don't mind do you? I don't want to get you in trouble with your lady.

Not at all, I think she would be happy I helped a damsel in distress or even that dress, as we both laughed. She led me to her apartment and opened the door, leaving her keys in the door. I place the vase on her dining room table and surveyed the room. I went to the door palming her door key and making an impression of it into a bar of soap.

Here, don't want someone getting your keys and preventing you from finding out, who your mystery man is, that is unless you have found him out?

Nope no idea and the one who I thought it was, wasn't. Thanks for your help.

No worries, well I better run along, I have a date tonight and that florist was wonderful. Hope you enjoy your evening, perhaps your secret admirer will show up. I winked at her and departed.

Why couldn't it have been him, he is so cute and the way he sometimes looks at me makes me feel warm all over. He winked at me, what did that mean? Hell I am so horny and this whole mystery man thing is driving me wild. Hope my battery supply is good because unless this mystery man shows up, I will need them. She laughed at the thought.

I made the key easily and made the final plans for tonight. I shaved all over and washed everything twice. Light cologne was applied, subtle, but not strong. I wanted all to be perfect. Tonight I would unleash the hunger in her, or I would be arrested. Either way the fantasy would come to pass.

I watched from across the street as she finally called it a night. Her lights went out and then a dim glow from her bedroom appeared. I went to the roof and was graced with a clear view of her bedroom. The blinds were down, but I could see enough to tell she was reading and listening to music.

I returned to our building and made my final move. Grabbing small black duffel I went to her door. Ever so slowly I unlocked it and waited then went inside. The room was dark, but not so that I couldn't move about quietly once my eyes adjusted. I eased to her bedroom. The music covered my footsteps

Looking up she is startled to see a man dressed all in black with a mask similar to the Phantom of the Opera standing before her holding a single red rose. Her heart pounds like a snare drum in her ears. Her voice is gone and she cannot scream.

Please do not be afraid, I am not here to harm you. You are magnificent and I would love to worship your body, but if you say the word I will go and never return. I await your command my dear.

Silence screams through the room, but she pulls aside the covers and beckons her mystery lover closer. She can't place the voice, but her body's need overrides her minds primal urge to run.


By nutbuster