the awakening

It was an unexpected meet. the rains had begun to fall and the radio warned of hailstorms. he wasn't going to brave the bad weather and thus decided to pull into the mall and wait the storm out. Anyway...it was unlikely the empty house would miss him. the family down at the coast, the fridge empty, he might as well treat himself to a dinner.

She too, was hiding from the rains . Sitting at different tables but, seated in such a way that they happened to be facing each other, it didn't take long for her to smile at him and raise a glass of wine in salute.

He would never know why he responded. Could it have been the feeling of loneliness, despondency at another year that had flown by so quickly, a feeling of not belonging?

It hadn't been an easy year placing strain on relationships at home. A cold aloofness reigned. A sad nostalgia gripped him. 

Was it an escape from the reality of the present? 

Dinner didn't take place, she had joined him and drink after drink, a tipsiness began to possess them as did their need to share much more that chatter.

She leaned into him and whispered, "kiss me...". her lips looked so soft, inviting. His eyes locked on her parted mouth , running his index finger along her bottom lip..."not here." he said..."let's go."

No discussion as to where, the bill paid, and taking her by the hand, he took the lead toward the fire escape.

He felt alive, he felt young again, full of adventure, and as they stepped through the door into the corridors of the fire escape, he swung her round and pressed her against the wall with the length and weight of his body...one hand riding up her inner thing, the other on her breast persuading her hard responsive nipple from under her bra.

A moan escaped them both as his hand found her warm wetness. A madness gripped them and as they sunk into each other, no care of who may be, or, not around. He pleasured her over and over. 

Her sweet womanly scent was intoxicating...and after the umpteenth time of her, letting go, she  turned him round and pressed him against the wall ...unzipping his pant to free his throb and with magical hands caress him till he wanted to shout from the intensity that ripped through him as he released his cum.

She took her scarf and cleaned him up, looked deep into his eyes and he could have sworn at that moment, he knew her from somewhere. That gaze was so familiar...

"You are alive...don't forget that. ' she said.

When she had managed to pull herself together, he had no idea...all he knew was that she was walking down the flight of stairs, opening the door on the landing...the brightest of suns rays after a wonderful shower enveloping her as she walked out....and...she was gone.

Years later he would wonder if it had all been in his imagination...a dream concocted to get him through a trying time.

He would never forget. It had been quite an awakening.

RB.