The Invisible Man Ch1

The woman turned off the street and approached the house. She was wearing a long red cocktail dress, which clung to her body and swayed as she walked. As she walked down the path to her front door, her red high heels clinking against the flagstones, she looked over her shoulder. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise, as if she were being watched, but there was no-one there. Her body relaxed ever so slightly, dispelling a tension that she hadn’t realised was there. Even though the strange feeling lingered, she turned around and approached the door.

Eric felt nothing when she looked at him, nothing when she looked through him and nothing when she looked right past him. There was a time when such a manifestation of his insignificance would cause sadness and frustration to well up within him. He felt such emotions no longer, that empty space inside him had long turned cold and indifferent.

As she approached the front door, the woman reached inside her handbag for her keys and made to unlock the door. The breeze ruffled her long blond hair and carried a faint aroma of perfume to Eric’s nose. He walked up behind her silently, until he was standing no more than a foot away from her. He felt the urge to reach out and touch her hair, to run it between his fingers and smell the aroma that he could almost taste when he closed his eyes. Controlling his desire, he leaned closer to her right shoulder, where the breeze had blown her hair from her bare neck and gently inhaled. The aura of perfume was stronger now, but mixed with a more subtle smell, the unmistakable musk of the female. It was enough to send a shiver through his body.

She opened the door and entered the house, with Eric walking close behind her, being careful not to make any noise. Heading straight to the kitchen, she opened the fridge and poured herself a large glass of white wine. She drained half in one go and set the glass down on the counter, the crystal smudged with her red lipstick.

Eric followed as she left the kitchen and moved towards the bathroom. She put the wine down next to the sink and lit some candles. Then she reached over and turned on the shower. With the shower on and steaming, she began to undress. Eric watched as she raised her right leg onto a chair and lifted up her dress. He felt a twinge of desire as he saw that she was wearing tan coloured nylons held up by white suspenders. She unclipped them and began to roll the stocking down her shapely tanned leg. Her feet were small and perfect, the toes painted with red nail polish.

The stockings gone, she turned away from Eric and reached behind her to unzip the dress.