The Dream

Dreams are like an artists paint tray where colours swirl together in an array of brilliant morphologies and colour on a painters tray are like the details of a dream, The details of a dream unify until.. well, until you wake up and the details fade away, much like when mixed colours unifying to the dull brown of reality. Dreams are your minds art, the minds escape and the minds desires.

The wet road outside glistened silver under the streetlights and shimmered from the headlights of passing cars. Small droplets of rain created tiny dents in the otherwise smooth puddles on the sidewalk. The sound of water being displaced by tyres as cars drove past filtered through the window of the restaurant.

Lost in thought, James stared blankly through the window, his eyes focused on nothing in particular. His mind, preoccupied with memories, plans, desires and uncertainty made him oblivious to Dianne walking through the door right by the window he was sat next to.

Dianne broke his distant contemplations with a bemused “hey..”.

“Oh Hey!!” James quickly coming back to planet earth replied without having fully identified who had spoken to him.

“Oh heyyy!” He repeated as he made eye contact with Dianne. He stood up and shifted around the table to greet her with a hug before gesturing her to the seat opposite where he had been seated.

“How have you been?” He asked as he returned to his seat, attempting to be calm and casual while detesting the need for small talk.

Dianne had arrived in a beautiful dress, fit for an evening out with James. It showed elegance and grace with enough skin showing to warrant a second look from both men a woman who appreciate amazing form. Her mind too had been occupied with thoughts as she approached the restaurant to meet James. She wasn’t sure if she was nervous or even if the little bit of anxiety was because she subconsciously did want to see James or because she didn’t want to see him. It wasn’t that she didn’t like James, quite the opposite, and that’s where her conundrum dwelled.

James had felt something trigger deep within himself when his eyes met with Dianne’s. Slowly, like a small spark being encouraged by a light breeze against dry grass, the feeling gently grew. Her voice, her beautiful dark hair, her lips and her figure, as though pulled directly from his memories. He tried hard, but even as he sat down, he could not take his eyes away from her.

Through the course of dinner and drinks, anyone happening a glance toward the two would have seen nothing more than two friends dining together, occasionally laughing at the mishaps of life or with slight concern while discussing the most recent challenges life had thrown their way. To the more meticulous observer however, one may see the elongated eye contact, the smiles when nothing was being said, the vail that shrouded what they were really feeling, even from each other.

As the last sip of SAKE flowed over James’s lower lip, he looked at Dianne; “Do you have a ride home?” He asked, returning the cup to the table.

“I’ll book an UBER” she replied, albeit not fully ready for the evening with James to end.

“Ok, let’s wait for your UBER then I’ll make a move” James replied, equally hiding his desire to have the night keep going.

THE RAIN

James and Dianne stood outside, waiting under the restaurants street awning for Dianne’s UBER to arrive.
“They just cancelled on me!” She exclaimed, clearly frustrated and disappointed.

“I can give you a lift if you like? Perhaps I should have offered sooner!” James responded.

“I’d like that! If it’s not too much trouble?” Dianne said. Her mind now processing the possibilities that lay ahead. ‘Would he try something, Do want him to? If he did, how will I react?’
She looked at him as he smiled kindly and extended his umbrella to open it. She wanted to kiss him, she wanted to feel his embrace. She was scared, scared of how she was feeling, afraid of something happening but equally terrified of nothing happening.

James pointed towards the alley beside the restaurant “my car is through there and down the street a bit. It’s raining so you better get under the umbrella with me” he said while gently putting his arm over her shoulders and pulling her toward him under the umbrella.
His heart raced, his body urged to be even closer, but he dared not overstep.
They stepped out of the cover of the awning into the rain, laughing at the inadequacy of the umbrella as rain made its way to their clothes. As they paced into the dimly lit alley with nothing more than a few dust bins filling the sides and a stray cat or two watching them, both holding the umbrella and staying close to each other, their hands suddenly overlapped on the handle. They stopped, a state of mutual immediate concern rushing over them. They looked at each other as if to get reassurance that it was ok that their hands were overlapping. As their eyes met the others, there was a slight pause.

Around him, the world vanished away as if in a dark auditorium with a single spot light shining on Dianne. Her beautiful face filled his view with nothing but the sweet sound of raindrops as a soundtrack to the moment. He wanted her so deeply. His chest pounded, ‘I can’t fight this anymore’ he thought to himself. Her lips inviting.
Dianne’s eyes fixed to James’s. She could feel her legs getting weak, still unsure of how she might react if he tried to kiss her. She had fought the desire for so long but in this moment was no longer confident that she could continue to repress her urge.
In the rain, in the alley and in that moment James and Dianne held back no more! The pair tossed the umbrella to the side no longer concerned with the rain. Thrusting themselves into each others arms, their lips met as rain water flowed over their faces, drenching their hair and clothes. They’re kiss, deep and passionate, filled with years of repressed desire.
James pushed forward while they kissed, inching Dianne closer to the alley wall.
Her back met the concrete wall, cool and wet with rain. Their passion increasing as their bodies reacted to the excitement.
James hurriedly undid his pants and lifted Dianne’s legs off the ground, forcing her hard against the wall. His manhood entered her, thrusting deep inside causing her to let out a small cry. James was lost in Dianne, the world outside their bubble no longer mattered. His desire for her blocked out reality as his body embarrassed hers. His lust was overpowering, primal and raw. He had to have her!
She gripped James hair pulling it hard as he fucked her. Through the pain she could feel pleasure building. The shock of how quickly things had happened was making way to erotic bliss. His hands tightly gripped her bum as he moaned with each powerful thrust.
With one last powerful thrust, James cried out as he filled Dianne with his love.
They paused for a moment. James slowly let Dianne’s legs back to the ground. Both were drenched, water dripping from the tips of their hair. It was over almost as quick as it had begun. Almost as though it was nothing more than a dream…