Mini Mind’s Eye (Dream Fant.)

I spotted her walking towards me, first intermittently
amongst pedestrians moving in both directions on the busy
sidewalk. I was sipping a cappuccino in my favorite sidewalk
cafe, which with its raised deck afforded me a commanding
view of the bustling crowd. Like always, when a goddess
graces our earthly domain, there’s a charismatic glow around
them, reducing mere mortals to a haze. Most men and a few
women give them a wide berth to facilitate a lasting
neck-craning view

Walking confidently like most very beautiful women, her
blonde head carried high on a swan like neck, looking at no
one, while surrounding admirers basked in her stunning
beauty, she radiated that classy poise, usually exhibited by
prima ballerinas. Only a slight smile and the flick of a long
eyelash revealed her acknowledgement of an occasional muffled
‘wow’ or low whistle.

As she neared, I focused on her knitted mini dress, watching
the hem hugging and caressing a shapely upper thigh on each
forward step. A creased V framed her pubic area, as her
strides emphasized one side and then the other under her
well-defined abdomen, while other creases fondled her
curvaceous hips and wasp waist. Her supple breasts moved
freely, under the soft knitwear, which her nipples teasingly
attempted to penetrate.

Nearing my vantagepoint, two admirers travelling in opposite
directions, collided briefly in the wake behind her. The
resulting apologies lit a smile of feigned surprise on her
face, dismissing all blame for the mishap. As she turned her
head slightly, and with her full sensuous lips slightly
parted, she caught my eye.

I lifted my cup saluting her; not as a come-on but – as a
celebration of the beauty that was she. Her smile brightened
briefly in a coquettish return, a flirtatious gaze lingering
for a titillating moment in the corner of her eye. It surged
like a drug-induced rush, though every inch of my being.
Then, cocking her head slightly and raising her chin, she
continued her forward progress; never missing a mesmerizing
step.

I watched those enviable creases caressing swaying hips,
accentuated by the rotation of perky buttocks over her
sculptured thighs and heel-defined calves. Then all too soon,
that beastly mortal crowd devoured her tantalizing beauty but
her image – etched deeply – in my mind’s eye, lingered on.

In an ongoing vision, I saw her enter an up-scale building. A
smartly uniformed doorman smiling courteously, saluted her
after opening the door. She entered the elevator nodding back
at him with a friendly but noncommittal smile, while pressing
the button with a delicate graceful motion.

I saw her exiting the elevator searching her purse for keys
before entering an elegant apartment.

She set the purse on a table in the hall and entered the
bedroom, kicking off her heels with a sigh of relief.
Standing in front of a full-length mirror, she reached behind
her, unzipping the mini. Pulling the straps down over one
shoulder and then the other, she tugged and wriggled it to
the floor. She rose again and folded the dress loosely over
the back of a chair.

Returning to the mirror, she faced it, taking in her own
image critically. Her bulbous breasts were slightly reddened
by the constant rubbing against the knit material. She
massaged them tenderly with her fingertips for a while and
then turning sideways, pulled in her stomach stroking it with
one hand opposite the mirror. She fingered a red spot on her
thigh with her other hand, displaying a slight frown on her
brow. Probably an accidental brush, with a desk or table
during the day.

Her thumbs hooked the panties and slowly pulled them down.
Letting the elastic snap against the back of her thighs, as
it flipped past her generous spheres. She bent over and
lifted one foot, then the other, sending the flimsy item
sailing gracefully through the air into a hamper as she rose.
Massaging the panty marks encircling her body, returned that
slightly annoyed expression. One hand then found her derriere
stroking it while admiring its perfection in the mirror. She
smiled with satisfaction and then moved both hands to her
breasts, palming and squeezing them creating two pointed
peaks. There was a momentary frown on her high forehead and a
hint of disappointment in her eyes, probably a flash back to
her teens, before time and good genes filled them and her
curvaceous figure to perfection.

Facing the mirror again she scrutinize her entire body.
Rising on her toes, she turned one way and then the other.
Then facing the mirror squarely again on her heals, she ran
four fingers through the curls of her pubic mound, probably
wondering if she should shave it again. She shook her head
as if she’d read my mind and back on her toes turned around
looking over her shoulder, stroking her hips and cheeks.

She took a deep contented breath, lowing her heals and began
piling her long hair on top of her head with bobby pins, some
of them temporarily stored between her lips. Then walking
into the bathroom, she turned on the shower. Fitting her
shower cap, she entered and closed the glass door. My mind’s
eye could now see a steamy silhouette, as she leisurely
soaped and rinsed her body. Coming out she methodically
toweled herself before removing the shower cap.

Walking back into the bedroom she sat, still naked at her
makeup table and removed the bobby pins. She ran her fingers
through her hair shaking her head letting it fall evenly over
her shoulders. She looked around at a digital clock near the
bed, biting her lower lip thoughtfully. I was wondering now
if she had a date and was pressed for time. She sighed,
shrugged her shoulders and began brushing her hair. After a
minute or so she slowed the brushing with a faraway look in
her eyes and then sat it down, gazing dreamily into the
mirror. She looked around at the clock again and then stood
up, breathing deeply her eyes closing momentarily. She walked
to the bed, stretched out on her back closing her eyes.

Using her fingertips, she slowly massaged her breasts and
stomach while breathing deeply. After a minute or so, her
fingertips of one hand reached the curls of her mound
ruffling them gently. Slowly her thighs spread, while her
knees lifted and then one finger entered….

“Another cappuccino Sir?” The waiter’s question startled me
out of my reverie.

“You just ruined the best part, man!” I snapped angrily.

“Excuse me, sir?”

“Oh I mean … I … I must have dozed off. Yes. Bring me
another cappuccino, please.” I closed my eyes again and
focused inward but a reality virus had infected and wiped my
mind’s eye.