The hope of a new life

I finally arrived at my new home. It looked a lot better in the picture but I don’t need much nowadays anyway so I guess I’ll find it quite comfortable. The door is white, scratched with some of the old brown paint that still can be seen mostly in the lower part. I think it’s because of the door touching the ground, I need to fix it. The furniture is all covered in dusty sheets and the spiders have been busy in the corners building a very tight network of web. But this too seems deserted as the rest of the house. The window is broken, I can’t open it. But there aren’t any curtains so the lazy sun light can gently fly everywhere in the room as the windows are very big.

I quickly leave my bags and go out to buy a pack of cigarettes. As I walk through the green cloudy streets filled with a friendly dust I am welcomed in a more than worm way by the passing people. It’s a very small town and well not very industrialized. It seems a little bit forsaken but I don’t mind. After all it’s just what I need now, so I think I will like it here. I like the name, Avel, I don’t really know why but maybe I’ll find out later on.

I return to my room. I take off all the sheets and I decide to take a tour of the house. As I enter through the front door there’s a long pale grey hallway. It’s completely empty, all that I can find is a chandelier in the middle of it but nothing else, just grey walls and a grey ceiling. There aren’t any carpets, just a wooden floor that squeaks if stepped on.

The first door on the right leads to the living room. It’s a yellow and green painted room with a beautiful chandelier; all the rooms have chandeliers but this one is my favorite; and a glass table surrounded by a seat triangle. There’s an old disk player and a disk library. The disks are arranged by themes in 4 shelves, the themes are scratched probably with a knife in the bottom of the shelves. The first category is love, the second one adventure, the third one, erotic and the last one murder. The couch is very comfortable and it looks new unlike the rest.

Across the hallway, there’s the kitchen door but nothing interesting here. At the end of the hallway, there’s the bathroom and well you know what can be found in a bathroom.

Coming back to the living room I can go to the bedroom. Actually this is the only way I can get to the bedroom; the only access door is here. I like the big red bed and I like that it has a big closed, you could put three woman wardrobes in here.

Enough talking about the house. It’s time for dinner so I’ll be heading to the local restaurant.

It’s a very nice place, not too fancy, it’s more like an inn. Anyway, the people are very friendly and I’ve already had three people claiming to be my neighbors that sat down and had a drink with me. But what really draws my attention is the very sweet waitress that keeps staring at me. She’s a 20 year old girl with an angelic face and smile. Blonde, curly hair flowing down her soft cheeks and blue shinny eyes combined with a red lipped mouth. Her body is absolutely perfect. She has baby skin and hands, medium sized breasts and an apple bottom perfectly rounded and long defined legs. She is wearing a white pale shirt and no bra; her rocky nipples just seem to brake out of her clothes; and a black short skirt that cover a pair of black silk underwear, I spotted it when she bended over a table.

After finishing my meal I read a book on the Bermudas Triangle. I take a coffee break to spot that the diner was now empty and I was the only one left. I felt bad because I thought I was stopping them from closing so I got up and went in the back to look for the mysterious waitress.

I was stopped by the sound of a thin voice softly screaming of pleasure. The door was mid-open so I took a look. There she was, the beautiful waitress, naked on the table. Her amazing body was now completely revealed to me, her voluptuous breasts and bald clean vagina were mine to watch.

A well built man was kissing all of her naked body with a soft tongue touch and she was boiling in her pleasure. His tongue is now curling her vagina and his hands keep going up and down her breasts and mouth. She trembles in a scent of complete excitement. And then her eyes meet with mine. She winks at me and returns to her screams now giving a long tormenting scream of pleasure accompanied by a psychotic tremble that gave me the sight of a beautiful orgasm. I walk away and return to my table. She appears after two maybe three minutes bringing me the check but she says it’s on the house and quickly disappears in the back. I get up and leave and I read my check. The words on the back bring me a strange feeling of joy combined with frustration, she wrote “Tomorrow, 8 o’clock, your place, I’ll cook you dinner.” The night now had a scent of fantasy and the moonlight had a strange shine.

The bed is soft and it makes me feel sleepy. Music starts playing in the living room and I suddenly feel like the room is spinning. I fall asleep instantly.