Midnight(Mature)

Robert walked down the street right next to the Eiffel Tower. His wristwatch pointed to 12. The street was washed with a orange hue by the streetlights. Midnight walks like these never failed to give him a few pennies lying on the streets.

In the distance, he saw a couple making out by a fountain. About half a minute later, he found himself walking right next to them. They, both looking in their early 20s, didn’t seem to mind him. In those fleeting seconds, he saw the lady’s tongue strolling on the man’s lips, and a moment later, her lips. Both of them had their eyes closed, but periodically opened them to see their lover. The lady wore a loose white V-neck T-shirt with vertical thin strips of black. It was loose enough to hang from her breats like silk curtains giving in to a gentle gust of wind. Her erect nipples were visible through her dress, the man’s hands going down from her cheeks to her body. He didn’t observe the man. Women interested him much more.

He kept walking and sat on a bench not far from them, but hidden by a few thick trees. A cigarette went into his mouth, damaging his lungs but giving him a few moments of ecstacy. Always gotta give something to get in return.

While having the smoke engulf his soul, muffled moans caressed his ears. The moans continued for a few seconds. Bedrooms are great, but the open world is a lot more....free.

The moans suddenly stopped. They probably realized they should do it inside. The two then started walking towards a building about two minutes away. A hotel. They crossed Robert. The lady’s deep green eyes glanced over Robert, as the man’s hands playfully moved over her waist and the couple passed him. Robert was feeling a weird chill down his body. He was expecting her to push her partner away, and come running to him, breaking into a deep kiss.

“French Kiss”, he thought and chuckled mature-ly. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that really should happen, as if his life depends on it.

But it never did. They dissapeared into the 8-storey hotel....as he helplessy felt his body spasming, and yearning to be fully pressed against hers.

That never happened. But it would happen in the story Robert has been writing.