Your eyes begin to twitch and your mind glides from its state of rest into your dreamtime.
With a swirl, the world is populated, everyone in motion as though they had always been there. You are in a restaurant, one you know from real life, and the waiter has just left with your orders. You are seated with Roger, a friend you hadn’t seen since college. With your eyes fixed on an older couple ahead and to your left, the two of you are having a non-descript conversation about some project that might take you to Europe.
Noises to your right draw quick glances from you, but your focus never really leave the older couple who remind you a bit of your great aunt and uncle, and the Europe conversation, which now involves you somehow taking a train from Atlanta to Glasgow. The noises continue and intensify, then fall silent when you glance down to make a travel note on your napkin. When you look up again, the older couple is gone, replaced by him - Weisshart.
With a slight smirk and shake of his head, he mouths the words. "Why do you even try to ignore me?" and the sound comes from your companion. You look back in surprise, and he has become Weisshart. "Whose dream is this?" you ask.
“My dream, Gina. You were taking too long to start your own, so I summoned you here.”
“What happened to the old couple?”
“Anniversary dinner dream – they were about to wake up anyway. And your dinner companion? He was in my way, so I just gave him the freefall feeling & woke him up.”
“I really liked him. I wonder what he’s been ...”
“Come with me” Weisshart interrupted, then grabbed your hand and swept you from the table .....
.... into a darkened apartment – older, no shades on the windows. You can see across the alleyway into the next building as he walks you to the window. Newspapers rustle as wind blows through a broken pane. “What is it?” you ask.
“One window to the left – with the raised blinds.”
You fix your eyes on the window and see a young couple – possibly just returned from the theater this evening – dressed in suit and gown, quickly getting shed of their garments. Her red hair flips and swirls about her head as they writhe against one another. His crotch grinds her ass into the kitchen table as she unbuttons his shirt, and he searches for the zipper to her gown. Their faces are a madly intertwined beast – wrestling to see who can kiss and suck and bite more than the other. You see her actually flinch a bit when his teeth close on her earlobe, but coupled with the flinch, she spreads her knees further and drives her pelvis hard against him. You glance over at Weisshart, who smiles softly, never having lost sight of your face, then you turn back to the couple. His shirt stripped off, and pants only loosened, he changes tactics and begins bunching up her gown. She finishes undoing his pants and they fall, leaving only his underwear, from which she fishes his cock. Already angry red and hard, it fills her hand as she takes long strokes up and down.
With her dress now up around her hips, he starts to wrestle with her pantyhose, then reconsiders. With one hand, he grabs her face – looking deep into her eyes while seizing her lower lip between his teeth. He reaches back, out of view of the window, and his hand returns with a paring knife. Keeping her attention with his tug on her lip, he takes both hands, and glides the cold handle of the knife along her exposed flesh. Her eyes widen, then he pulls out the waistband of her pantyhose, and begins slowly slitting them, down close to her tufted and trimmed pussy hair. He tosses the knife aside, then rips the remaining hose with his hands, mouth now releasing her lip and once again bathing her face and neck in kisses and nibbles. Even through the window and across the alleyway, you can hear the sounds of the table scooting and banging against the wall, as they thrust more insistently against one another.
You hear Wiesshart’s voice again, “Who will it be ...?” It takes you a moment to respond – so enraptured are you by the couple. “Ummm ... David, I think”
“David and Maria?”
“No ... just David this time.” and in an instant, you are not alone. Weisshart steps back to the shadows, and you feel the hot flesh of David press in behind you - a suddenly naked you.