Ava Overhead

The city around me was filled with voices: screams, garbled prayers, and the kind of breathless cries of those too terrified to articulate even noise. These were the sounds that could be hear over the screech of engines and the horns as cars crashed and the streets were gridlocked. Even among the cacophony the loudest noise was perhaps the crackle of concrete and asphalt as great weight is applied to it; the sounds of infrastructure failing and being broken into a million pieces. These were the sounds of the city falling apart as she stood there, shifting her weight from foot to foot, looking at us all, and yet looking at none of us.

My gaze travelled up, and up, and up. Up the towers of her legs, and thighs, her neatly trimmed bush, the underside of her breasts that could (and would) crush city hall, to her beautiful face, so far away that it began to fade into the atmosphere of the spring morning. Her eyes seemed to scour the streets around us, searching for something. When she spotted it her eyes lit up and a soft “coo” left her lips that sounded like thunder. Dropping with terrifying speed she reached towards the freeway, some two blocks away from where her feet were, and plucked something up with long, manicured, coral painted nails. This she held up to her face and examined with an amused air. From here, the distance combined with the speed of her movements left the object a mystery, but it must have been some sort of large vehicle.

She ran her spare hand through her hair, gave her boob a squeeze and her nipple a tweak, and then allowed her fingers to drift towards her crotch. She gently stroked herself, while with the other hand she squeezed the thing she was holding, popping on it, and then sucked on it, before taking it out of her mouth and tossing it away. Now both hands were free, one squeezed a boob, while the other tickled her clit. As her moans began she seemed to take up even more of the sky. The asphalt crackled at her feet and there was a crash and a roar as her knee hit a skyscraper and it fell. She was growing again.