Glory Hole Memories

I know what I want. To be left satisfied, to feel complete with a warm glow inside. If this is going to be achieved, I have no idea. This makes the waiting seem even longer. To help pass the time I have bought my iPad with me. Logging in I scan my favourite story sights to see if there is anything new worth reading. There are some great writers out there and I am in awe of some of their skills. Finding one that grabs my attention I settle down and start to read. The story helps me relax and, to be honest, starts to make me feel horny. The story is getting hot and the need to give myself some relief is building. The urge is hard to resist but resist I must. No point in taking the edge of what today may bring, especially after all the effort of preparing.

The story is building nicely and I’m engrossed, imagining myself as the main character. Then, quicker than you could say ‘boo!’ I am bought back to reality. From outside comes the sound of a car door closing. So engrossed in the story, I haven’t heard any vehicle pulling into the car park, if indeed one has done so. It could be someone returning to their car after maybe walking their dog, or just having a stroll through the park and woods. It is a pleasure to stroll around the area, especially on a warm day like today. To be honest, I was a little surprised there weren’t more cars parked up earlier. Listening, concentrating, waiting to hear of any movement nearby, I close my iPad. Waiting and expecting to maybe hear an engine start or even footsteps, but no sound can be heard, apart from the odd bird or two singing in the treetops in the woods.

Then movement, from within the building or just outside I am unsure. But there is someone nearby. Then the feint sounds of footsteps became clearer. Not heavy, but light, as if whoever it is has trainers on. Someone’s in the building for sure. This is confirmed when I see a shadow movement visible under the gap at the bottom of the door. Whoever it is seems to pause, then move again. I hear a door close then locked. Unsure if it is the one to either my left or right, I listen intently. The sound of a zip and trousers being lowered confirm it’s to my right. Sitting still, hardly daring to breath, I wait and listen. The sudden noise of a dog barking outside nearly makes me jump. ‘Someone walking their dog probably’, I say to myself with a silent chuckle.