This story can only be found bundled with the Erotic Novella “Impulse”
Have you ever wished that you could approach someone you liked the look of and simply stated that you wanted them? Well, that’s just how I felt while standing in one of those large supermarket checkout queues. She was in the queue next to mine, her legs were a perfect ten, her ass begged to be touched and her midsection was a delight to behold. She also had breasts you would kill just to get a glimpse of. I found myself staring at this vision of loveliness, which in itself spoke volumes, as I never stare. I was brought up to believe it was rude. But there I was almost ogling this beauty, taking in every inch of this stranger and wishing I had the guts to say, “You’re beautiful!” but of course I didn’t. In fact, when she caught me staring in her direction, I pretended not to notice her.
The games we play, I thought, as I paid my bill and walked towards the exit.
That would’ve been the end to my daydreaming, had it not been for the events that were about to unfold. I was out of the store and was in the process of hailing a cab, when I saw the woman of my dreams appear on the street next to me; she was also trying to hail a cab. I was about to open up a conversation when somebody flew by, snatching her purse and legging it down the road. This made me angry, so without thinking, I gave chase leaving my groceries on the ground. He was fast but not fast enough, I had trained to be a runner with Olympic aspirations but had not quite made the grade. However, I was more than capable of catching up to someone who clearly did not work out. He had spotted me almost immediately and was attempting to shake me off by ducking down alleyways and back roads, until that is, he chose the wrong alleyway—for it was a dead end.
Only now, did I stop to think, what if I catch this thief, what then? He grabbed a brick that was lying to one side of the alley, and hurled it at me, running towards me at the same time. In hindsight, I figure he was attempting to distract me long enough to escape, but what he hadn’t considered was my resolve to get the purse back. I blocked the said brick—ok, with my head—but no one’s perfect. I did however manage to grab the purse as he bolted by, before collapsing into a heap on the ground. Dazed and unable to regain my feet, I lie there wondering what I was doing, and feeling the purse in my hand made me remember. I soon regained my composure, and brushing my jacket down, I started to walk back to the store. Once there, I found she had gone and taken my groceries with her.
Noticing I had blood running down my face, I looked inside the purse and found an address, which happily, was local. It didn’t take long to reach it, and I was about to knock on the door when the same vision of loveliness opened it and stood before me.
“Ah, you caught him!” she said, looking concerned about the bruise that was appearing on my head. She reached up to gently part my hair, and seeing that I had a slight cut just inside my hairline, she ushered me into her home.
“Please sit down,” she said, “I’ll fetch some antiseptic medicine.”
I sat down feeling groggy; I just needed to rest a little. I must have passed out for a few seconds, for when I came around she was tenderly administering the antiseptic.
“Ouch,” I said, flinching.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you further,” she said, proceeding to do so.
I knew she was only trying to clean up the wound I had sustained on her behalf, so I bore the stinging sensation and sat back to admire her body once again.
“So this is the savior of the day,” said a voice from the doorway.
I looked up in shock to find an identical twin sister stepping into the room.
“Hello, my name is Catherine,” she said, offering me her hand.
I shook it and introduced myself.
“Hi, mine is Mark, and yours is…” I said, looking at the other sister.
“Mary… would you like a drink while you recover?” she asked, walking over to the drinks cabinet that was situated by the door.
“Scotch, if you have one,” I replied. “Neat, please.”
She nodded and started to pour three drinks.
I couldn’t believe my luck; here I was in the presence of two angels, each as beautiful as the other. Catherine sat down beside me and took a peak at the wound, which had stopped bleeding. She gently parted my hair scanning and scrutinizing the wound, and being close, I could smell the perfume she was wearing.