The touch

I was almost comfortable as I waited on my knees, unnoticed, until a middle aged man passed. He was much older than my boyfriend and, while he was not unattractive, he was far from someone I would pursue. That's not why he caught my attention.

My eyes followed him as he walked toward the store, just as I'd watched everyone else pass by. However, as my eyes moved to his face, to my surprise, out of the corner of his eye, we made direct eye contact.

I froze in place like prey. Goosebumps lined my arms.

He paused and changed course, now walking directly toward me. His wool jacket flapped in the gentle breeze.

On my knees, I could hardly breathe as he approached. My eyes were locked with his. I couldn't look away. I didn't know if it was fear or anticipation, if I'd internalized my **** kneeling, or even if my boyfriend was further manipulating me with the app. All I knew was that I couldn't gather the fortitude to move a muscle. On some level, I knew I didn't want to.

I looked up at him from my subservient position as he extended an arm to stroke my hair. He said nothing and nor did I. The touch was loving and sincere. I felt the tingles of affection emanate across my body. I let my head lean gently into his hand as he petted me, asking for more affection without a word.

His hand traced down my cheek until I could rest my chin on his palm. My wide, uncertain eyes still looked up at him, waiting for him to decide what he was going to do with me.

I was barely breathing while I waited for his next move, but my chest tightened to breathlessness when I felt his hand slide down my neck. I had never before felt as **** as I did in this moment. I could even see uncertainty in his own eyes as the stranger held my neck. His hand continued its path to my chest. Anticipation spread from his touch like fire. My heart raced in trepidation. My nipples strained against the thin material of my dress.

I had a brief moment of lucidity as his hand got ever closer to a boundary I had never crossed with a stranger. His fingers were already brushing my cleavage. I had a mere moment to pull the ripcord before I let my subconscious take over again, sucking me back into the submissive mentality rendering me his prey.