“Damn that shit was good,” they both had to agree.
Chapter Six
It had been exactly one week since Travis saw the woman at the grocery store, and he still couldn’t get her out of his mind. Whenever he closed his eyes he would see her standing there just as she had been that day. Travis could still hear her voice echoing in his ears. Oh, I am so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.
In his dreams, however, his subconscious mind added more to their encounters. He dreamed about her almost every night since the first time he saw her. The dreams were always different, but the theme was always the same. Travis would try to get to her and something would prevent that from happening, then her image would fade just out of his reach.
One night, Travis dreamed that he was in a park and saw her walking alone down a path. It was a windy day and she was draped in white silk scarves that flowed freely in the wind. As he approached, a crowd of men began to form around her. They were thankful to be in her presence. They told her how beautiful she was and how much they would love to love her. Travis worked his way through the crowd with the hope of getting close to her, but the crowd was too thick and he couldn’t reach her. He struggled against the crowd, but she got farther and farther away.
All at once, the crowd separated, leaving him with a clear path to her as she continued her walk. Travis started to walk faster then broke into a trot in an attempt to catch up with her. Suddenly, the seafood counter attendant, dressed like he was in a Men In Black movie, appeared from out of thin air. He held out his hand and Travis ran into it, falling to the ground.
“Oh, I am so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going,” the counter attendant said.
The woman stopped and laughed. “Well, maybe you should look where you’re going,” she said then continued her walk until her image faded.
Travis yelled out to her, “That’s all right! I shouldn’t have been in his way.”
Another night, Travis dreamed that he was in Los Angeles at the Bonaventure Hotel. He had been there many times before; in fact, it was one of his favorite places. In his dream, he was sitting alone having a drink at the revolving Bona Vista Lounge, enjoying the view of the Los Angeles skyline, looking out at the Hollywood sign.
He saw the woman coming toward him serving drinks. Travis got up to greet her. He walked up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder. She was startled by his sudden appearance and spilled the drinks on her tray all over him. Security guards appeared next to Travis and held him. That time it was Travis who uttered the line, “Oh, I am so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
“No, I am so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going,” she said and tried to wipe him off, but before she could touch him, the security guards grabbed Travis and dragged him away as her image faded.
It was the dream that he’d had the night before that brought him to the edge. In this dream, he found himself on the beach outside his timeshare in Freeport, breathing ocean air, watching the palm trees bending in the wind. Travis was standing waist deep in clear blue water looking back at the beach when he saw her walking by.
Once again, she was draped in white silk scarves that flowed freely in the wind. Travis called to her and she stopped and waved him on. While Travis made his way through the water, he watched her call for the cabana boy, who responded quickly to her motion. She raised two fingers and the cabana boy rushed off and returned with two beach chairs. Travis made it to shore just as she sat down in one of the chairs and crossed her legs. “Join me?” she asked, motioning for Travis to sit in the chair next to her.
It was at that moment that Travis realized that she was now naked except for a pair of dark sunglasses. Travis sat in the chair and started to talk to her, but it was as if she could not hear him. He became very excited and started to yell. She turned to him slowly and said, “Shhh. I can hear you, Travis.” With that, Travis became very calm, content to watch her glistening skin as beads of sweat formed all over her body.
“Tell me, what’s your name?” Travis asked, but received no answer. He started to ask again when she turned to him slowly.
“Shhh,” she said with a smile. “Just relax and enjoy me.”
This seemed to satisfy him, but not for long. “Tell me, what’s your name?” he asked again.
Once again she turned to him slowly. This time she leaned toward him. “Pleasure me, Travis,” she whispered in his ear and spread her legs.
Travis stood up and stepped around to the front of her chair, then knelt down in the sand. He reached both hands forward and began to massage her thighs.
“Pleasure me, Travis. Please don’t make me wait any longer. I’m here waiting for you. Pleasure me now.”
Travis allowed his hands to move freely over her body. He very deliberately spread her lips with the thumb and forefinger of his left hand while making small circles around her clit with the tip of his right forefinger. All the time, he stared at her face. “You are so beautiful,” Travis said again and again.
She reached out with both hands and grabbed his head. “Pleasure me, Travis,” she said to him again while slowly lowering his head, raising her legs at the same time. Travis held onto her hips, slid his tongue inside her and sucked her moist lips gently. He felt her body quiver as he licked her clit with the tip of his tongue. Her clit grew harder, her thighs pressed together as her body convulsed uncontrollably.
When Travis opened his eyes from the dream, Mystique was lying next to him, gliding her hand up and down his ever-hardening erection. Mystique had become a regular feature at Travis’s house over the last week. He could expect a call from her at least once a day, either before she went to work or after she got off. Their conversations were always very brief and to the point. Travis would answer, “Hello.”
“It’s me. Are you busy?” Mystique would ask.
“No,” Travis would reply.
“I’m coming over,” Mystique would then assert.
“Come on.” And that was that.
Once he was fully erect, Mystique straddled and began to ride Travis. He stared into her eyes the entire time, but his mind was on the woman from the store. He believed his latest dream meant that he would be able to find her and get with her.
He looked up at Mystique and watched as she worked herself into a stuttering orgasm. You know, the type you have when your eyes roll back in your head. Travis had to laugh to himself thinking, Here you are gettin’ sucked and fucked daily by a beautiful women, but you’re fiendin’ for some woman you’ve only seen once and never actually met. There is something seriously wrong with this picture. You could consider gettin’ some help for yourself.
Once Mystique left his house and was on her way to work, Travis set in motion his plan to find the woman who had so captivated his mind and taken over his dreams. Once he was dressed, Travis got his surveillance equipment and left the house. He got in his black ’93 Thunderbird and drove back to the grocery store. His thinking was that if she lived or worked in the area, this would be the place where she shopped. And if that was indeed the case, he would simply have to wait; eventually she would show up.
The thought had occurred to him that maybe, just maybe, she was just passing through and stopped in to do some shopping. However, he figured that possibility to be slim. In the brief seconds that he spent with her, if you could actually call it that, he did take note that the cart she rammed into him appeared to be pretty full. The contents looked more like that of a person who was doing her regular shopping, as opposed to someone who was just passing through the area and picking up a few things.