One day, while walking through the usual path in front of the station, I noticed a woman staring intently at the sky for a long time. She had a blank expression, as if lost in thought, yet seemed to be waiting for something just by gazing upwards. When I approached and spoke to her, she looked startled and slowly scanned my entire body from head to toe, as if checking me out. Sensing her caution, I greeted her gently and politely, then asked why she was standing there like that. She explained it was her first day off in a while, originally planned to hang out with a friend—but at the very last minute, they canceled, leaving her with nothing to do and completely at a loss. I lied and said I was in a similar situation, which seemed to ease her tension and lighten her mood a little. "If you'd like, maybe I could keep you company for a bit?" I casually suggested a date, and without hesitation, she agreed.
Her name is Risa. A 29-year-old massage therapist, she speaks calmly, with a gentle yet slightly spacey charm. As she opened up, I learned the friend she was supposed to meet was actually her ex-boyfriend, and they occasionally met up to have sex—basically, a friends-with-benefits arrangement. At this very moment, she should have been immersed in pleasure, but his current girlfriend suddenly took the day off, so Risa was left behind, suffering from pent-up sexual frustration. The man who was meant to fill her body was now probably pumping his cum into another woman. From Risa’s words, I sensed not so much sorrow over losing her companion, but a stronger desire to have her body satisfied again. When I subtly brought up my line of work, she showed surprise—but also growing interest.