He stood tall, rifle slung over his shoulder. The alley was empty, had been for days. A Soldier followed orders. His assignment was to keep it that way. Days were long and hot, repetitious, so he now knew every corner and crevice on his watch. Not his duty to question, only to guard and protect. The scratchy threads of his uniform stuck to his body, holding the heat in.
Behind the building across the way, close enough to follow his movements yet still remain hidden, I watched. His steady pacing, from end to end of the alley, all senses fully alert to danger. This was my seventh day here, and soon I would make my move. I could see it in my mind, follow the scene frame by frame. Excitement ran through my body!
The walk to the alley would be easy, and I knew the exact time to leave my hiding place. On his patrol of the back fence area, I slipped away from the tiny area that was my home for so many hours. My feet carried me closer, as his took him further away. Perfect!! My timing was impeccable....he turned just as I approached the entrance in front of the alley. A slight misstep was the only indication he saw me, but I felt his eyes on me. The way they followed the swaying of my hips, the length of my tanned legs, my long blonde hair.
Stopping just short of his assigned patrol area, I waited. It was obvious I had no weapons on me...my skirt, short and snug...the skimpy blouse showing more than it was hiding.
"Excuse me ma'am, this is a restricted area. I am afraid you will have to leave now." His voice was rich and deep, leaving chills on my arms. The sound left my nipples peaked and aching.
