Vi Spotted!

Erik’s eyes narrow. Staring at the fairy floss machine, the staff stare back at him with concern.

“I swear I’ve already been here…” Erik grumbles to himself. Glancing around.

THIS ALL LOOKS THE SAME

He roars internally, his neck reacting to his frustration pushing itchy signals to his brain.

“She’s gonna think I’m ditching her, man,” he grumbles again, standing on his toes to get a better look across the crowd.

He should’ve done this sooner. Somehow, through the crowd, he sees the top of her head, her hair shimmering under the sun.

“Finally.” He groans, gently making his way through the crowd, he does take the only way around of course. It’s his boyfriend duty to give her a lil jumpscare.

As Erik gets closer, he peeks over a rack a few rows away, his grin slowly falters.

Is what he had dreamt and fantasied about…

Happening?

She’s talking to an Adonis-looking motherfucker. Long brown curly hair, easily clearing 6 feet, strong, intense green eyes that seem to peer into one’s soul.

Vi would never cheat. Erik knows that, even though they've not been together for even a year yet, he knows her well enough to know that she wouldn’t cheat, especially not so… brazenly.

Insecurity? Probably not, but Erik shrinks, morbid curiosity getting the better of him, electing to watch her.

“Is she?…” He whispers. He’s not sure, she’s big-chested, and she gave up a long time ago —allegedly — from trying to shrink her chest, but is she… arching her back? Her chest is looking bigger than usual. Her elbow is bent, twirling a strand of her hair in her fingertips. Her other hand on her hip, holding a jacket against her leg.

And what is she wearing? Vi is not a modest dresser by any means, but that is a risque top. Red leather corset top, matching the cropped jacket she wears, and that cleavage. No wonder her breasts look larger and fuller than usual, the top is doing its fair share of lifting with its deep cleavage.

But the aspect that hits Erik the hardest.

Her eyes.

The same eyes that he saw in his dream. The same eyes he sees when he slips inside her. The same hunger and lust that Erik thought was reserved for him.

He has to be imagining it….

He looks again, and his heart thumps in his chest. She’s taken a step closer, her eyes running up from the man's forearms, settling on his chest before snapping up to his eyes.

Her hand slowly drops from her hair down to her breast, just resting there. But the movement is an invitation, graciously accepted by the Adonis in front of her. Intentional, following her movement to settle on her hand, millimetres away from her chest.

She could stand up straight, look at him normally. But she doesn’t, she leans back, just enough to have to look at him through hooded eyes, giving him the invitation to see her as submissive, letting him feel big when compared to her.

Erik’s heart thunders against his ribcage, he can’t look away. Rationalising what he’s seeing, it’s his brain catastrophising, assuming the worst, fuelling and reinforcing the stupid dream he had. His breathing quickens with a mixture of lust and confusion.

He watches as the Adonis smirks, reaching out and touching her shoulder.

Erik doesn’t know how to feel.

Vi continues her flirting, obviously, but she moves politely, moving her shoulder out from under his fingers, playing it off as a badly mistimed adjustment of her footing.

Erik bites his lip. He’s glad… Of course… But also disappointed — he thinks. But why? Did he really enjoy seeing that? Or was it just a general lust, — ashes from the flame his brain had assaulted him with.

“She’s mine…” Erik whispers, still staring, even her breathing looking sensual and arousing, each subtle shift of her arms bringing more attention to her chest. Erik hadn’t ever really thought about it. He never felt like he needed to. Vi is one of the hottest women he’s ever laid eyes on. And she was all his, he never even considered being interested in other women after meeting her.

So why did the scene in front of him send his brain into an arousing, degenerate spiral? Why is there a part of him — albeit small — lusting over the idea of seeing Vi touch Adonis here, watching as he pulls her away, touching her, claiming her…. bending her over and —

“Man, having big tits makes flirting with cashiers so easy.”

Erik jumps, mimicking a startled cat as he jerks to the side, catching himself before bringing the clothes rack down with him.