Secrets - a different perspective
Below is a short story (1200 words) that I had intended as a contest entry, but I missed the deadline. Plus, I wanted it to be available for free, and not deal with all the fuss of everything that happens after "the end".
If you've read Secrets - Part 2, there's a scene that takes place at a bistro...told from Lauren's POV. This short is based on that scene.
I thought about how stories are normally told from a set perspective. You have the MC or two, and a few other characters. That's what you get because that's what the story calls for.
But that's not how real life works. Other "characters" interact with our story whether we know it or not. The person waiting in line behind us at the gas station, the person getting gas at the next pump, someone waiting for us to leave, the people that stop at the light at the intersection waiting for the ambulance to pass. Why are they there and what do they see while we are "cast" in their story?
This is the idea behind "Lunch Break". A guy is eating lunch when Lauren enters his "story". Enjoy!
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Secrets - Lunch Break
What do I want for lunch today?
Food establishments were scattered across downtown and, six of them were within a ten-minute walk, but today—like most days—the destination didn't matter, the direction was already predetermined.
When she first appeared on my radar, I incorrectly thought she was a customer at the art gallery. The black dress accentuated her curves and was short enough to show off her toned legs. For a fleeting moment, I thought her smile on the other side of the window was directed toward me. Then reality set in. Why would a woman who could have starred in one of those television big-city housewives shows smile at someone like me? A guy who looked like he could be cast as an extra in any biker movie. Instead, it was just the portrait on her side of the glass that caught her fancy.
Back then she had shoulder-length brown hair, but recently she cut it to a choppy bob. Both styles looked great on her.
I knew she wouldn't be working today—it was Saturday after all—but I walked by the storefront anyway. Imagine my surprise when I saw her, dressed in a khaki blouse and black pants, talking to a customer. Damn, she looked sexy. I pretended to window shop while watching them interact. The guy oozed money. Expensive-looking suit, GQ look, hell, that was probably his Tesla parked on the street.
Then I saw him lift her hand and kiss her fingers. Who does that anymore? She looked like she was about to swoon. My show ended soon after when they walked to another room.
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My lunch destination ended up being Pirella's Bistro, a couple of blocks away. Taking advantage of the good weather, I asked for a seat on the upper-level patio. While I waited for my Chicken Parm Stromboli, I pulled out my phone to surf the internet. It kept me occupied until my food arrived. When the waitress stopped by a few minutes later to check on me, I nodded and said everything tasted good. As soon as she left, I sawthem.
I was only two tables over, and nobody occupied the spot between us. He pulled out her chair and waited for her to sit, directly across from me. Either he was very much the gentleman, or they were still in the newlywed phase. There wasn't a ring on his left hand, but that might not have meant anything. I sighed when he took the seat across from her, thus blocking my view. I wanted to move to the chair adjacent to me so I could watch her, but that would have been too obvious. I didn't want to appear like a creeper, so I returned my attention to the plate in front of me.
I finished my meal and asked for my check a few minutes later. I still had plenty of time left on my lunch break, but I couldn't just sit here hoping for an opportunity that was most likely not going to happen.
The man shifted in his seat, stood, and for a quick moment, turned to look at me and grinned smugly. It happened so fast that I almost missed it. He positioned his chair next to her and sat, giving me a clear view again. Moments later, the waitress returned, but there was no way I was leaving now. I ordered dessert and asked for a refill for my drink.
The woman across from me flinched, slightly, when he rested his hand just above her knee. Then her body stiffened as he moved up toward her thigh. Her mouth opened as if she were about to say something, but no words were formed. Taking a drink seemed to calm her, and she made no effort to stop his roaming fingers.
When he started rubbing between her legs, she looked toward me, but our eyes never fully made contact. It was like she was in a daze as he played with her. Her lips parted, and even from here, her breathing appeared labored.
The waitress stopped at their table, but that did not deter him as he took care of...his wife or lover? Would a husband be that brazen to make his wife come in a public setting?
Again, he glanced my way to make sure I was watching. When he suddenly stopped and removed his hand, a wave of disappointment washed over her. The way she frowned was cute, her nose slightly upturned, looking like she was about to pout. He must have stopped just before she was about to orgasm.
After he said something to her, she stood and moved to the rail next to their table. She looked around, but if she noticed me, she didn't show it. Her mind was obviously somewhere else.
She placed her hands in front of her, not holding the rail, but fiddling with something instead. Then her pants slackened. They stayed on, but it was apparent to me that she must have unzipped her zipper because the waistband didn't hold her beautiful figure as tightly as before.
He pressed up against her. She had to be able to feel him. She made me hard too, and I was only watching. When his hand replaced hers, she closed her eyes and leaned back against him. He briefly looked at me, and nodded to the chair next to me that was also close to the railing. I took the hint and switched chairs, angling it so that I could now see his hand inside her pants.
Her black panties matched her pants. They looked satin-soft as the man's fingers glided on top of them. Then he pushed against her pussy, some of the fabric wedging between her lips. He rubbed faster, his fingers unrelenting. She seemed lost to the world as she started to moan.
She wasn't the only one not aware of her surroundings. I almost jumped out of my skin when a hand touched my shoulder. I turned around as the waitress set the updated check on my table. She bit her bottom lip as she watched the same display as me. Her body pressed against me, and as I leaned slightly backward, her breasts acted as a soft pillow.
The man briefly smiled in our direction and then started whispering in the woman's ear. Was he telling her that they had an audience? Whatever it was, he hit the right buttons. She started shaking and her moans grew a little louder. She bit her bottom lip...she had to be close.
The waitress squeezed my shoulder, and I tried to be discreet as I rubbed my shaft through my jeans. Did we have an audience too?
There was no question when it happened. Her eyes flew open along with her mouth. I thought she was going to scream across the rooftop. Surprisingly, she muffled it, but the signs were apparent. She arched her back and lifted off her heels, then fell back against his body. Her muscles tensed and then relaxed as he held her shaking form.
I looked behind me when the waitress removed her tight grip. Her smile was almost as sexy as what we had just witnessed. She walked toward the couple, talked for a little bit, and then took a few pictures for them. If he had asked me to take some earlier, or even a video...well, I doubt their level of exhibitionism went that far. But...who knew what secrets people kept hidden. I'd sure love to know hers.
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Secrets Part 2 now available:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09FM3W8DF
If you've read Secrets - Part 2, there's a scene that takes place at a bistro...told from Lauren's POV. This short is based on that scene.
I thought about how stories are normally told from a set perspective. You have the MC or two, and a few other characters. That's what you get because that's what the story calls for.
But that's not how real life works. Other "characters" interact with our story whether we know it or not. The person waiting in line behind us at the gas station, the person getting gas at the next pump, someone waiting for us to leave, the people that stop at the light at the intersection waiting for the ambulance to pass. Why are they there and what do they see while we are "cast" in their story?
This is the idea behind "Lunch Break". A guy is eating lunch when Lauren enters his "story". Enjoy!
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Secrets - Lunch Break
What do I want for lunch today?
Food establishments were scattered across downtown and, six of them were within a ten-minute walk, but today—like most days—the destination didn't matter, the direction was already predetermined.
When she first appeared on my radar, I incorrectly thought she was a customer at the art gallery. The black dress accentuated her curves and was short enough to show off her toned legs. For a fleeting moment, I thought her smile on the other side of the window was directed toward me. Then reality set in. Why would a woman who could have starred in one of those television big-city housewives shows smile at someone like me? A guy who looked like he could be cast as an extra in any biker movie. Instead, it was just the portrait on her side of the glass that caught her fancy.
Back then she had shoulder-length brown hair, but recently she cut it to a choppy bob. Both styles looked great on her.
I knew she wouldn't be working today—it was Saturday after all—but I walked by the storefront anyway. Imagine my surprise when I saw her, dressed in a khaki blouse and black pants, talking to a customer. Damn, she looked sexy. I pretended to window shop while watching them interact. The guy oozed money. Expensive-looking suit, GQ look, hell, that was probably his Tesla parked on the street.
Then I saw him lift her hand and kiss her fingers. Who does that anymore? She looked like she was about to swoon. My show ended soon after when they walked to another room.
--^--
My lunch destination ended up being Pirella's Bistro, a couple of blocks away. Taking advantage of the good weather, I asked for a seat on the upper-level patio. While I waited for my Chicken Parm Stromboli, I pulled out my phone to surf the internet. It kept me occupied until my food arrived. When the waitress stopped by a few minutes later to check on me, I nodded and said everything tasted good. As soon as she left, I sawthem.
I was only two tables over, and nobody occupied the spot between us. He pulled out her chair and waited for her to sit, directly across from me. Either he was very much the gentleman, or they were still in the newlywed phase. There wasn't a ring on his left hand, but that might not have meant anything. I sighed when he took the seat across from her, thus blocking my view. I wanted to move to the chair adjacent to me so I could watch her, but that would have been too obvious. I didn't want to appear like a creeper, so I returned my attention to the plate in front of me.
I finished my meal and asked for my check a few minutes later. I still had plenty of time left on my lunch break, but I couldn't just sit here hoping for an opportunity that was most likely not going to happen.
The man shifted in his seat, stood, and for a quick moment, turned to look at me and grinned smugly. It happened so fast that I almost missed it. He positioned his chair next to her and sat, giving me a clear view again. Moments later, the waitress returned, but there was no way I was leaving now. I ordered dessert and asked for a refill for my drink.
The woman across from me flinched, slightly, when he rested his hand just above her knee. Then her body stiffened as he moved up toward her thigh. Her mouth opened as if she were about to say something, but no words were formed. Taking a drink seemed to calm her, and she made no effort to stop his roaming fingers.
When he started rubbing between her legs, she looked toward me, but our eyes never fully made contact. It was like she was in a daze as he played with her. Her lips parted, and even from here, her breathing appeared labored.
The waitress stopped at their table, but that did not deter him as he took care of...his wife or lover? Would a husband be that brazen to make his wife come in a public setting?
Again, he glanced my way to make sure I was watching. When he suddenly stopped and removed his hand, a wave of disappointment washed over her. The way she frowned was cute, her nose slightly upturned, looking like she was about to pout. He must have stopped just before she was about to orgasm.
After he said something to her, she stood and moved to the rail next to their table. She looked around, but if she noticed me, she didn't show it. Her mind was obviously somewhere else.
She placed her hands in front of her, not holding the rail, but fiddling with something instead. Then her pants slackened. They stayed on, but it was apparent to me that she must have unzipped her zipper because the waistband didn't hold her beautiful figure as tightly as before.
He pressed up against her. She had to be able to feel him. She made me hard too, and I was only watching. When his hand replaced hers, she closed her eyes and leaned back against him. He briefly looked at me, and nodded to the chair next to me that was also close to the railing. I took the hint and switched chairs, angling it so that I could now see his hand inside her pants.
Her black panties matched her pants. They looked satin-soft as the man's fingers glided on top of them. Then he pushed against her pussy, some of the fabric wedging between her lips. He rubbed faster, his fingers unrelenting. She seemed lost to the world as she started to moan.
She wasn't the only one not aware of her surroundings. I almost jumped out of my skin when a hand touched my shoulder. I turned around as the waitress set the updated check on my table. She bit her bottom lip as she watched the same display as me. Her body pressed against me, and as I leaned slightly backward, her breasts acted as a soft pillow.
The man briefly smiled in our direction and then started whispering in the woman's ear. Was he telling her that they had an audience? Whatever it was, he hit the right buttons. She started shaking and her moans grew a little louder. She bit her bottom lip...she had to be close.
The waitress squeezed my shoulder, and I tried to be discreet as I rubbed my shaft through my jeans. Did we have an audience too?
There was no question when it happened. Her eyes flew open along with her mouth. I thought she was going to scream across the rooftop. Surprisingly, she muffled it, but the signs were apparent. She arched her back and lifted off her heels, then fell back against his body. Her muscles tensed and then relaxed as he held her shaking form.
I looked behind me when the waitress removed her tight grip. Her smile was almost as sexy as what we had just witnessed. She walked toward the couple, talked for a little bit, and then took a few pictures for them. If he had asked me to take some earlier, or even a video...well, I doubt their level of exhibitionism went that far. But...who knew what secrets people kept hidden. I'd sure love to know hers.
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Secrets Part 2 now available:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09FM3W8DF
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