I felt hungry. For food of course. I was going to get a snack and hoped there's some around. I looked down and rubbed my belly as it was growling loudly. Then when I looked up, I found myself holding a pair of tongs.
Why am I holding them and what for?
I asked myself. Upon moving the tongs out of the line of vision, there were two pieces of fine-looking thick steaks with a bit of pepper-looking seasoning on them, sitting neatly in two frying pans, right in front of me. That sight coupled with the sound of sizzling meat in hot oil became apparent to me that I was cooking...without the memory of ever having started that action.
Soon after there was a distinct feeling of lacking something. Distinct because it also implied a lack of feeling about something bodily. And in that moment, I realised that was the lack of other clothing apart from the dark greenish apron that had been bound to my body all along.
Oh my god! I might have zoned out to that
place
again.
As I looked around, I found I was in an unfamiliar place. It appeared to be an apartment.
Am I the Sam guy again or someone else?
I thought to myself. Then came the urge to check the mirror to answer that question myself. But before it could happen, another question sprung up in my mind: two pieces of steaks suggest two meals for two people, one for me then who the other one would be? Silly me. It might have been for two other people besides me.
As I turned away to search for a bathroom for a mirror, there were knocks at the door, prompting my immediate attention. I glanced at the door slowly and was worried by the thought that what if this is not that place where the concepts of "nude" and "clothes" are non-existent (check out my "Waking up in a strange World"). If this is not that place, then I may still have been in my normal world and opening to whoever was on the side of that door with only an apron on is definitely not a good idea. So, I thought I was better off finding something extra to put on before getting to that entrance.
The pounding came the second time. This time sounded obviously more forceful. Better think fast and act quick, the thought rushed through my head. Then I noticed there was a peep hole in the door, and an idea came to mind: maybe I can just try peeking through to see how the person is. If he or she is naked, then yes it would be quite safe to conclude that I've been "transported" in this realm, if not, then it's better luck for him or her to come around...next time. I'm just going to pretend no one is home.
Calmly and carefully, I took a peek through the peephole. There was a young woman on the other side of the door. She looked kind of familiar. The lighting outside was a bit poor, so I could not be sure. She was also looking kind of impatient and a bit worried.
Who is this lady? What is she here for?
I asked myself as I leaned forward and pressed my forearm against the door right above the peephole.
I kept looking for clues of no clothings but to no avail, the peep hole only showed the girl's from the top of her head to the middle of the chest. There was no sight of any clothes seen about her but she could have had some down there. I was not sure. But I wanted to be sure. Suddenly, I had another idea: how about I just open the door just a little bit and I'll just stick about half of my face out with the rest of my almost totally naked body hidden behind the door of course and look for, well, any sign of woman's clothes on her. If there is some, I'll just excuse her and slam the door with a note that I will be back.
Lock clicked followed by a long slow creak at the door, my eye was between the door's edge and the door frame. There she was, standing with a big but pleasant smile. Her arms fully stretched down and in front and then joined together at the hands where a bottle of wine that read "VinJard" was hanging. And the best of all, except for the sandals, she was completely naked. I let out a breath of sheer relief.
Yes, only then I was certain that I got spirited to that world again.
"Hey Sam, what took you so long? In the middle of something?" she gleefully greeted.
Yes, I was Sam again. And this woman was none other than his wife Cindy.
"Hey Cindy....Please come on in..." I greeted back pretty awkwardly, and swung the door wide open.
She then raised the bottle up, put it next to her left cheek with a big wide smile and said, "For our very first private date!"
But before I could think the next thought, she stepped toward me, put a hand under my apron searching for my penis and then gently touched it. Her other hand was placed on my waist. She picked her chin up and placed a small kiss on my lips. I didn't know how to react, so I put my hands on both sides of her small waist and then ran them down the outer thighs, hoping I was doing the right thing, culturally. Her skin felt smooth. There was also a faint scent of sweetness about her. She then looked down with a subtle disappointment on her face and removed herself from my body as though she was expecting me to do something else. In other words, I messed up.
First date? Wow! So, this is even before I actually first met her.
"Hey, are you hungry? I'm making food. Two steaks..." I told eagerly.
How massively lucky this guy Sam is to be able to get a date with this beautiful lady! I think Sam deserves my praise.
"What a nice place you got here!" Cindy complimented as she was taking off the scandals. Her nice big pair of boobs were hanging freely and majestically as she bent over. That made blood quickly rush to my cock.
"Do you want me to help you with anything? How about I prep the table for us?" she asked, to which I replied with a nod and a smile.
Cindy placed the bottle in the centre of the round dining table surrounded by four chairs, pulled one of the chairs and sat it next to another chair and then pushed the rest to the corner. I guess she preferred it that way instead of sitting face-to-face like how couples would sit. She then went to the kitchen, and rummaged through several drawers and cupboards looking for some cutlery and a couple of glasses. I saw it but did not help because I myself had no idea where they were, so I looked away focusing on transferring the meat onto the plates. There was a pan of some steaming hot sauce sitting on the kitchen counter. I guessed that was for the steaks so I grabbed it and poured onto them. As though I knew what I was doing.
A few minutes or so later, I looked at the table. Two plates of deliciousness. Two medium-sized glasses of half full of the purple-coloured wine which she had just brought. Having steaks with a knife and a fork, and a good glass of wine. I guess that is the universal way of doing it. Even here.
"I believe everything is set. Please have a seat, Cindy!" I invited.
"Cheers!" Cindy and I clinked our glass and took the first sip. It was a pleasant drink.
"So, tell me what are you doing for a living?" I fired the question as I was carving into the meat for the first piece.
