Thursday, May 28
Normally, when I have to get up at three in the morning, it's a bit of a drag getting out of a bed (another understatement!). This time, though, the anticipation of a weekend with Elle in beautiful Tampa, Florida, had me wide awake in seconds when the alarm went off. Other than in my coma-dream, I'd only been there the one time, with Dani when she auditioned for the movie, and this time I was looking forward to it again - for more than one reason.
When Elle opened her door at three-fifty-six, the kiss she gave me was most assuredly not an old-married-couple kiss. If we hadn't been on a time schedule, there would have been a major delay in getting away from her house. The skirt and blouse she was wearing weren't particularly sexy, but the vision I had of taking them off her that night most definitely was.
I loaded her suitcase and small bag in my Accord (no way was I going to leave Dani's Mustang in a parking garage over a weekend) and we were on our way toward Seattle, nearly a four-hour trip. It wasn't long before Elle was fast asleep. Yes, the thought of the mile-high club was assuredly flitting through my mind, watching her.
We arrived at Seattle International Airport right on schedule, seven-thirty-three. I guess we were actually three minutes late, I'd planned for seven-thirty. We checked our luggage, found a donut shop for a nice, healthy breakfast, and were on our plane when it left at nine-forty-five.
We were barely in the air when I thought again of the 'Mile High Club'. We were in first class, someplace I'd never expected to be, ever; Thank you, Janet! The bathroom was big enough, much more so than the other bathroom Dani and I had used on that other flight to Tampa. And yet... I hadn't had sex since last Saturday night with Jenny, oral, and Elle hadn't since a week before that.
I thought about tonight, the anticipation of what I had planned. I knew how keyed up I was and knew Elle was too, from the way she'd kissed me, how her skirt had slid up and she didn't fix it, her hand not so discretely on my leg, working its way higher, bit by bit...
The Mile High Club could wait for our membership, the trip home...
There was a brief stop-over in Salt Lake City, picking up a few more passengers, but first class still wasn't nearly full, only a couple dozen out of what looked like room for fifty or so. Once back to thirty-thousand feet, it was hard not dragging Elle back to that bathroom, letting every passenger know exactly what we were going to do. I closed my eyes and smiled, daydreaming about later, that night, my hand on the soft skin of Elle's bare thigh.
We arrived at Tampa International at six-fifty-eight. Janet had made my hotel reservation in the Meridian, the same hotel as we'd stayed in that very first time in my dream, then again when Dani auditioned for the movie. She'd also arranged a rental car for us. "You want to go out for dinner or eat in the hotel?" I asked Elle after we'd checked into our room.
We weren't planning on meeting Janet until nine-thirty the next morning. I presumed that she'd reveal the purpose of the trip then. I still had no idea.
"It'd be a shame to sit here when we're in such a beautiful place like this," she answered. Besides, we'd both gotten quite a bit of sleep on the flight.
I knew exactly where I wanted to take her, the Ulele, on the Tampa River Walk. We changed from our traveling clothes, Elle putting on a sexy, summery dress, me a pair of shorts and a light-weight shirt. My dick was already hard, seeing Elle in that short dress (eighty-seven degrees in Tampa vs fifty-two when we left Kennewick), wondering what she had on underneath, wanting to skip dinner and go straight to dessert, helping that dress hit the floor. I didn't think Elle would've minded so much, either.
We didn't though, my willpower was at least a little better than that. It was funny how I knew the way, I'd been there a grand total of one time, not counting my dream. On the drive, I told Elle of Princess Ulele, the waterfront, the Pirate Water Taxi, and the Riverwalk, the same as I had Dani, explaining to her that I knew of it all from my dream.
We arrived at the parking lot, boarded the water taxi, and when everything was exactly as I'd described to her from my dream, Elle was astonished all over again how I could have known.
"It's a mystery that will never be solved," I told her, "there's so much more that I've never told you, and it's all still so fresh in my mind." Hell, the fact that Elle was here with me was a direct consequence of one of my dreams, that night with the 'mystery girl', who Dani and I had finally deduced was Leslie, our banker, Elle.
I showed her the Princess Ulele statue, and we sat outside at the edge of the Hillsborough River adjacent to the Ulele, eating a wonderful dinner. I'd ordered the Gouda Grouper, and Elle the Mahi Mahi, both some type of weird fish. Normally, I'd have ordered a rib steak, but hey, when in Rome...
We shared our meals, eating off each other's plates, and then had the two scoops each of Gustavo's Ice Cream, me the Vairhona Chocolate, and Elle, Ugandan Vanilla (whatever happened to 'chocolate, strawberry, vanilla'?) As good as the dessert was, it wasn't in the same league as the 'dessert' I was anticipating back in our hotel room.
Before my coma, I'd always been what I would consider a 'shy nerd' when it came to sex. Talking to a woman about sex was about as far down on the list as one can get and still be on the paper, maybe not even on the paper. Even talking to Dani about it was nerve-wracking and took a lot of 'building-up' to it. It's a lot of the reason why I was so reluctant to tell her about my dreams, afraid what she'd think. Those conversations, when they did come out, had been a gradual process, one revelation at a time.
But with Elle, afraid as I'd been to talk to her in the beginning, God, had that only been a couple months ago? Now, I could talk to her, ask her, hell, before my coma I wouldn't have even been able to ask my wife! "What about fantasies, I'm curious, you've had fantasies, we all have. Tell me something you've fantasized about."
She looked at me, cocked her head a little, "I don't know if I can," she said, "what about you, you tell me first, your fantasy."
She'd turned it on me, my fantasy... I thought for a minute, wondering about being honest. "Dani, I guess," thinking about that night in my dream... this very restaurant, the reason I liked it so much, "it was in my dream," I told her. I'd told Elle about the dreams, more in general terms, but this was specific... and I was going to tell her, "Here... we'd come to visit Alan Ryder, hadn't had sex for a while, just because... we knew what this visit was all about... and Dani wanted to be horny, to want..."
"It was our first night here, Dani'd been so turned on thinking about it, all week. By that night, she was just... over the top. He'd blindfolded her, some weird thing he'd done, had eyes painted, then the makeup artist glued them to Dani's eyelids so she couldn't see a thing, but it looked so real, like her eyes were wide open. He had this dress, almost nothing. She couldn't see it, but after she'd put it on, she could feel it, knew how close to nothing it was, not like anything she'd worn before, no panties, either."
"He brought us here, one of these outside tables, kept teasing her about how sexy she looked, about all the people that were looking at her. By the time we'd finished dinner, just about to have dessert, Dani was crawling the wall horny. He took her inside, to the women's room... and fucked her... just enough to wind her up, to leave her quivering and moaning on the floor."
"I guess that's my fantasy, to see Dani like that with another man... except it's my fear, too, I don't know how I'd react. Just the thought of it scares me so bad, makes me almost insane with jealousy..."
"It's a big reason why this movie's so exciting... and scary. She's there, with him, the guy from the dream. Doing love scenes with him. How's that for a freakin' unbelievable coincidence?" I asked rhetorically. "Almost like it was predestined," I added, just then realizing it.
I sat there a moment afterward, Elle quiet, too. I'd never told that to anyone before, had even glossed over it those couple days I'd spent with Janet, telling her of my dreams.
