I saw no point in denying it any longer: I was lost. Or, to be more exact, my travelling buddy, Boone, was lost; I had most of the maps, and we had been separated in this alien city for nearly three hours.
The easiest thing to do when you lose a person is to go back to where you last saw them and wait. So I had been waiting on the steps of the museum and, of course, had seen no sign of Boone. I was starting to get annoyed- thoughts racing through my mind, knowing that Boone was probably just caught up with some other cute tourist- when I saw a flash of lightening across the dark clouds overhead. Just as suddenly, it began to rain, heavily.
I grabbed my backpack and the maps and ran from the steps.
- -
The bell tinkled as the door opened. I didn't look up. As the door slowly swung shut again, I heard the sounds of the city spinning around the café, out in the storm. It was getting too noisy to read, but I didn't want to leave and head into the rain.
A heavy rucksack landed near me and I looked up to see its owner: a man, maybe 6ft tall, smiling stupidly through the dripping-wet lengths of brown hair that fell limply across his tanned face. I watched as a droplet of water trickled off a strand of his hair and onto the bridge of his nose. It travelled down, merging with the other water, and dripped off the end of his nose. He didn't seem to notice.
"Can I sit here?" he asked, motioning to the empty chair beside me.
"I guess," I said quietly, and then- half expecting him to shake the water off like a stray dog- added, "there's napkins on the counter. Dry yourself off."
He nodded and walked away, returning a moment later with a tall, steaming cup- some drink with cream on the top. He already looked a bit drier, but not much better. He smiled at me as he set the cup down on the table. I rolled my eyes disdainfully; why do I attract the creeps?
- -
"So what are you reading?" I asked, trying to be friendly. Pouting, the woman merely raised the book for me to read the title on the cover.
I looked straight over the book at her, but nodded knowingly. The long curls of hair from her twin pigtails fell down over her full breasts, some strands falling between her breasts and into her low-cut top. I could see springs of pink amongst the dark hair.
I tried to look up from her breasts, wondering if she had noticed. She looked back at me through her dark-framed glasses, fluttered her eyelashes, and again pouted her dark lips.
I smiled nervously. I could feel my cock twitch, already half-erect. I let my hand slip from my lap, closer to the bulge beneath the tabletop, and ran my thumb over my crotch.
- -
I sighed and folded the book around its marker, setting it to one side. I thought I may as well give up without a fight, and leave as soon as the rain stopped. "So you're travelling...?"
He nodded, sipping his drink. "All over."
"Alone?" I asked.
"No, no. I lost my friend. He's probably just got distracted. Simple things please simple minds, and all that. I figured I'd just sit by and wait for him here." I nodded and the stranger continued, "We've been on the road nearly two months now. It's pretty good, but I can't get used to the weather just here."
"It takes a while," I agreed.
"So you're local, or another traveller?"
"Fairly local. I just finished my shift," reluctantly raising the apron I had shrugged off from where I had stashed it on the next chair.
"Oh, you work here!" The revelation seemed to stun him then for a moment. I looked at him for a moment; maybe he wasn't too bad. A bit too harmless, perhaps, like this travelling of his was the most excitement he had ever seen. I could change that, educate him.
- -
She smiled to herself. Her whole face changed. She looked suddenly the way a predator looks over its next meal and I shuddered. "So..." And yet it was hot. "...I'm John."
"Molly," she said, holding out her slender hand. We shook and I could feel myself twitch again, just at the slight contact.
"Molly," I repeated. "Nice name. So what are you into?" She rolled the question around inside of her for a moment, wondering how to answer. Her lips went to form a pout, but then curled back again into the eerie smile.
"A lot."
"Right." I drank some more coffee. She was one of the sexiest people I had ever seen, but just sitting next to her scared me. There was something uncontrollable, I could feel it crouching inside her, just behind her pout, and the look across her face like every second she was considering what move she would be making ten minutes from now- knowing.
Molly leaned over a little. Her breasts leaned over to me. I looked back up. "I tie people up."
- -
And why not? If this wasn't going to get any more interesting, it would only turn more sour; I was somewhere teetering between boredom and enthusiasm, and if I pushed things I knew he would either leave me alone or make the whole situation worth my effort.
John licked his lips slowly and took another sip of his drink. A moment passed and I was starting to wonder which was more likely: he had not heard me, or he wished he had not heard me. Then he spoke, slowly, the words trickling out of him like hot wax.
"With ropes?"
"All sorts of things," I said."
He nodded and took another drink. Maybe he was interested. It was hard to tell.
I looked over him again. Now he had shrugged off his thick coat, I could see his shape was slender and strong, and his hair was drying out in small curls. He ran his fingers through his hair and it all bounced back to the same place. His grey eyes watched me, waiting for a signal or a sign, trying to denote if I was joking or not.
I wanted to yell "Boo!"
He began to smirk, and then laugh. "You're kidding. Good one, that was real good!"
- -
Molly was still smiling, watching me closely. "That's real funny," I said, draining the last of my drink. My dick wanted her to be honest. My dick wanted her to jump me. I knew better.
She watched as I stood up and put on my coat. Once I had lifted my backpack onto my shoulders, I looked at her. She was still smiling. "If you wanted me to go, you should just say so. You know, if you wanted to be on your own."
I walked away through the door and stood again in the rain, trying to catch a taxi. My hair again began to sink over my eyes and the warmth the drink had brought me was wearing off, but somehow my erection wasn't fading.
"I could show you," a voice said from behind me. I didn't turn. She raised an umbrella over me as a cab pulled up. I was glad to have finally got a taxi, an escape.
"Could you?" I asked. One part of me wanted to split and run, get away from Molly, and another part sent thoughts shivering through me of her trying me up. I tried to shake it off and climbed in the taxi.
- -
He didn't look at me as he got in. He swung the door shut. As he leaned over to tell the driver where to go, I swung open the door and climbed into the backseat beside him. I barked my address at the driver and John, who could not bring himself to argue or agree, sank back into his seat.
Looking over at me, his face again distorted as he tried to figure out whether or not I was joking with him. I barely turned to him. My hand slid up onto his leg and across to his crotch. He gasped and I could tell that he wanted to believe me, or wanted to find out.
Leaning in, I kissed his lips. Nervous at first, he kissed back gently. I pushed him, parting his lips with my tongue and sliding it into his warm mouth.
Coffee. He'd drunk coffee. I could taste it as I explored his mouth. He arched himself upward in the seat, pressing himself into my hand. His dick felt hard and stubborn, pressing the zip of his jeans into my palm.
As we kissed, he moved his hand over my side and along me. When he reached my breast, I silently took his hand off me. He pulled away from me, frowning. "What's wrong?" he asked.
