I felt a nudge on my shoulder and a lot of my name being called out. I lifted my head up and I was at the café with Tara still. Fuck, it was a dream! I rubbed my eyes and tried to massage the headache off my temples.
"You're such an idiot," she said, "you should go back to the hotel and sleep." She took a sip of her tea.
I looked down at my pasta, barely touched any of it. "I'm alright. God, how long have I been out for?"
"A good thirty," she grinned.
I sighed and rekindled the memories of that dream. I couldn't stop thinking about her, but I was with a woman who had somewhat helped me get through it in the years that I thought I would never see Katie again.
"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked.
I shook my head. "I'm just so bloody tired to say the least. Glad I won't have to be working any more on that tonight."
She smiled a lucrative smile, only implying one thing. I didn't know how to respond though. I only had a day and half left to see Katie. After this exhibit, who knows if she'll even tell me where to find her.
"Adam..."
I looked up, questioningly at Tara, "yes?"
"Is there a problem... with us?
The truth was, we never really regarded ourselves as an "us", or at least I didn't. It was more like a convenient partnership. We'd hang out when we were lonely or just bored or overworked but... It's killing me both ways, not knowing what to do. Suddenly, Katie seemed immensely delightful but also rather uncertain that it gets any further than where we were at the moment and Tara, on the other hand, just became such an inconvenience to the situation. I felt like such a selfish sod at the moment.
"Of course not," the words had come out on their own. I didn't want to argue or justify anything.
She looked down at her food and ate in silence for the next few minutes.
"Don't be cross, I'm just tired. I'll make up for it when we get back."
She nodded and forced a smile.
After the REAL lunch ended, I was definitely awake this time. I looked around for Katie again, hoping I'd see her at the same spot earlier or maybe, if I'm a LUCKY, selfish sod, she'd actually be at one of the conference rooms at the end of the hall. I dared myself to check it out but... the dream definitely isn't coming true. The entire hall was wired with CCTV, we'd be caught dead before I even had my cock out.
I sat and behaved instead, forcing the thoughts off my head. The rest of the afternoon was spent attending to inquiries and colleague chatter. When we were finally off from booth duty, I headed out first. I did ask Tara if she wanted to have dinner but she shad to meet with her team again. I nodded and went my way, entering the hotel and still searching the crowd for her. It was like being suddenly so obsessed, it was ridiculous.
I got into the lift and the top floor button just kept calling to me. Would I dare go up there? What if she wasn't alone? What if... oh fuck... Again, the lift emptied out gradually until I was left just picking between my floor and hers. The doors closed on their own though and I decided to take the ride to where it was headed until I could make up my mind.
As if fate had heard my dilemma, it headed to the floor I most wanted to be at and when the doors opened, her eyes widened in surprise when she saw me. I couldn't resist, I pulled her to me and kissed her fully and eagerly, not wanting to let her go. I pushed her against the same wall, just kissing her forever, sucking on her soft lips and forcing my tongue inside her mouth. My hands feeling her all the way down to her thighs, reaching under the hem of her skirt. Would there be a garter belt as my dream had revealed, that would've been too good to be true. She tried to push my hand away but I held on and forced her skirt up.
No garter belt but a lacy black thong that just made her ass and thighs even whiter and creamier. I squeezed and kneaded her ass cheeks, pulling them apart, rubbing my crotch against her panty-covered clit.
I felt her hands on my chest though and her face moving away from me, a gasp for oxygen.
"Adam, please. Slow down," she said.
