I couldn't think of anything else on my way to the hamburger restaurant.
Women with that sort of nose are almost holy women to me, but I've never
been closer to such a female nose than day dreaming about them and their owners -
day dreaming even about touching such a nose, but I'd always been doubting
that it would get any further than just a dream.
If she was an addict of some sort, I thought to myself, it's possible
that she will stand there for a while to beg people for some crowns
to "coffee", to "somewhere to sleep over the night" or some other excuse
that probably wasn't true. I just felt I had to find out, so after
finishing my hamburger, I went back to the same subway station (I should
actually have been on my way in the other direction instead) to see
if she was there and if I could have a closer glance at her face.
It was over too quickly this time too - she was right behind the doors
to the hall and as soon as I had reached the doors and stepped in she
was there, 2 meters from me, asking me for some coins as I just described.
I was so unprepared so I just muttered something and passed her.
On my way downstairs to the platform, my heart was beating and I had a bad conscience. I had had some money in my pocket. Why didn't I give it to her? I had "only" been looking her right in her dark, beautiful eyes this time, so I had only seen her nose from that angle which means I had missed the sides but her nose had been pointing right at me like if it had wanted me to reach out and touch it, but I knew that she had one of the best female noses I'd ever seen. But, her weak, begging voice, the fact that she was a tall, slim, actually beautiful women, the fact that she obviously was a drug addict just paralyzed me. I felt sorry for her, I felt some sort of - almost love, because of her body, face, eyes and nose and she was worth much more than those coins in my pocket to me. My feelings were overwhelming me in a wild, shaking mix when I got on the train to the station close to the meeting I was going to. But - from that storm, a concrete thought was rising, and an idea started to get its shape from that first thought.
She was a drug addict, OK? A close, female friend, even a girlfriend
could think I was just mad if I asked if I could touch her nose. Some
woman that I knew less well was out of question to ask, and
the female job mates too. But someone probably needing more than just
a coins, this was another thing I realized. Even if she never finansed
her drugs by selling herself, just touching her... gorgeous nose
was very innocent, I thought. And if she did sell her body, this must
be one of the least nasty things someone would have done to her.
The situation here needs to be briefly mentioned, by the way. It's
illegal to buy sex, since between six and twelve months. But, I thought
paying someone to just touch her nose for maybe less than a minute, and
I hadn't even thought about masturbating at the same time, would probably
not be regarded as something having to do with sex, if a policeman in the
worst case would happen to pass.
I started to dream about how to proceed. After the meeting, I would go back to that subway station, approach her and whisper as I gave her those coins, or speak in a low voice. - "If you want to earn 200 crowns, just follow me outside", I thought to myself as a rehearsal. "It's not the usual think, it's much faster and easier", I would continue if she hesitated. She would then follow me outdoors to the dark and I would explain. "You see, I get so excited by what I regard as sexy noses, and your nose is one of best I've seen. It's not a joke, I promise - I'm serious! If I could just touch your nose for 60 seconds, 200 crowns are yours!" We would then find a safe, dark place, like in a neighbour park or something, and I would for the first time feel the skin of a sexy nose between my finger tips. Those finger tips of mine would investigate her nose bridge, the sides, the tip and her long nostril wings in detail. Maybe, but just maybe, even her nostrils. She would sit or stand there without moving and would maybe look her right into her eyes and telling her that, despite her life situation, I found her beautiful. Maybe, but just maybe I would after a short while tell her that she would get 500 crowns if she would massage me between my legs while I caressed that lovely nose.
During my meeting, I had to concentrate on other things of course I
calmed down a little, and maybe started to hesitate a little. Nevertheless,
I decided to get back to that subway station. I had never approached
a drug addict before, not any hooker of any sort. I actually felt some
kind of respect for her as a woman and again felt some hesitation.
"Come on, she need the money. It's better that you do this with her
than that some drunk pervert beat her up or just screw her without
seeing her beauty", I thought to myself.
To my disappointment, she wasn't there anymore. She might be
anywhere now, trying to get some money at another station, anywhere.
I had to give up, but I started to think more about if I would
see her again.
Was it really dark enough outside? Regardless of the darkness, there were of course lots of lights in a central part of the town. Where would I bring her? There could be people passing even in a backstreet, and even if just touching someone's nose isn't very obscene, it would be too embarrassing I thought and it would of course make it impossible to really enjoy it. I took a quick walk in the neighbourhood before going home. No park that was dark enough within the area I had time to investigate before going home. Well, maybe she knew some place, but would that place be... decent enough? And what would happen if I found it difficult even just to whisper those quick words among all the other people passing around us? Anyone could see she wasn't a good girl, so to speak. What if I prepared a small text card a carefully gave her together with the coins? I don't know, if there would be a policeman, maybe in plain clothes, or if the cameras in the subway hall would notice it? The card would be a perfect proof. As the law is written, I have to prove I did NOT try to buy sex from her, and the text on the card would be quite revealing. Not that I would get into prison for this, maybe fined, but still... No; no cards I thought.
Despite the fact that I normally never was in that part of town,
I went there by the subway on my way home at least once per week,
I always checked that station where I had seen her and the next one,
and I varied the time when I went there. No sign of her. Was she
in some other part of town? Was she lying somewhere, full of heroin,
was she selling herself somewhere or what? I longer for her, thought
much about her, dreamt about her, and after about five weeks she
was there at that station where I had first seen her. My heart started
to beat too much I thought, and I know my face and ears were getting
red from shyness. I had left my briefcase at my work, I had left my
credit card at home just to be sure, and I was wearing a discrete
jacket of a common sort, not the one with my company logotype on its
back. I had 500 crowns in a pocket.
I started to walk in her direction and as soon as she got the
sight of me and I had got close enough, she spoke to me with her
weak, maybe a little raspy voice but with those dark brown,
beautiful eyes locked in mine and with that nose pointing at me.
- "Excuse me, I have nowhere to live, do you have just one crown, I need somewhere to
rest tonight".
I picked up some coins I had deliberately put in my pocket, wheezing
at the same time;
- "Sure. And if you want to get 200 crowns within five minutes,
just follow me outside."
She took my coins and looked at me, surprised, she didn't really
understand what I was talking about.
- "It's NOT the usual stuff, it's much simpler,come on", I whispered a
bit more eagerly.
My heart was still beating and probably looked like a shy school boy.
I started to walk after giving her a "come on" glance and - she followed
me a meter or two after. I went around the corner where there was a
silent, smaller back street and stopped.
- "I'll explain", I said to her, looking into those warm eyes. The
nose WAS great, I noticed. "You see, I'm... I get so excited by
women with sexy noses, and... your nose is SO great", I said in a low voice.
- "If I could just touch your nose - carefully and nicely - for about
a minute, 200 crowns are yours - OK?"
She obviously didn't understand my special interest for her, but she
said OK in an indifferent way.
- "But where", I asked her
- "There's a dark place where we can be if we're quiet, she said in
her low, weak, slightly raspy voice and we started to walk. At one time,
I had first checked that we were alone, I couldn't resist putting in arm
around her quickly to show her I really liked her, but she didn't
react at all. I gave her nose a quick look and couldn't help moaning
quietly.
-"In here", she said after checking that there were noone else around.
It wasn't even a park, it was a number of large, thick bushes a few
meters from the street. There were no windows close to them, so it looked
safe.
As soon as we had got in there, my left finger tips started to touch a female, sexy nose for the first time. My pants were too small immediately, it was so great. I left my finger tips slide up and down slowly and carefully over her right nose side, then over the bridge. Then, I used both hands to try both sides, down over the nostril wings, the bridge, the tip, everything. - "400 crowns if you... give me just a little massage", I wheezed and started immediately. Her hand felt so soft and warm, and her nose was so irresistible. Her eyes looked totally indifferent all the time, though. I got closer and closer to my climax, and when it was on its way, I had to fight with myself not to touch her nose tip with my tongue. During my exploding orgasm, I wheezed like crazy and embraced her with one arm, my left fingers over her nose. I felt her warm breath flowing from her nostrils over a finger.
- You're worth more than 400, I whispered and caressed her soft cheek
gently and handed over to 500 crowns. She first looked at them indifferently,
but them somewhere inside her jacket. Before we were getting out from
there, I again touched her cheek and put an arm around her. That was
the first time since we had been standing there around that corner while
I was explaining what I wanted that she looked me into my eyes. Her
eyes were so beautiful and I embraced her again and we stood there for a
while. After we had released each other, I saw that she was close to
start to cry, but soon she remembered the money, probably because her
crave for her drugs woke her up. She started to leave, but I took her
arm for a while.
- "Can I find you here somewhere, some other night I mean? Tomorrow" I asked.
- "OK, tomorrow", she said and her voice was thick. She turned around
and left quickly.