Andrew staggered through the pouring rain, by now his clothes offered little or no protection from the weather. He was gradually getting closer to the floor as he had been walking these desolate roads for days without food, water or indeed company.
He was not fully aware of that which he was searching for, or even why, 5 days ago he had informed his boss he was having a early 20's crisis and needed to go in search of something he did not fully understand. Of course, his boss, after his little outburst was more than happy to make him redundant, giving Andrew a small but substantial amount of money to begin his perilous journey into the unknown.
The past 3 days had seen him pack many supplies, a sleeping bag, tinned food, cleaning articles, pots and pans all in a huge rucksack, at first the heat had been unbearable, burning down on him mercilessly, keeping a watchful eye, ensuring Andrew's abused skin stayed in the baking heat all day long. Gradually the sun turned into cloud, which darkened almost to the point of total darkness in the middle of the day, before parting the heavens above it and drenching the arid earth with rain.
The first night saw Andrew's tent torn to shreds by scattered rain and wind, it eventually tore away from its fixings in the ground and was lost forever into a nearby forest. Downhearted, but not about to give up Andrew slept, naked, allowing the warm rain drench his milky flesh until dawn gave way to another glorious day.
The second day, much the same as the first began with Andrew absent mindedly forcing himself to eat, a habit instilled in him by his mother during his upbringing, and as he sat, sipping coffee he pondered his situation and the very foundations of his life. Bringing no answers, and no comfort he dressed, and continued down the road that seemed to be pulling him along, stopping only to gaze at more unusual and beautiful flowers and plants.
Gradually, as day turned to night, and the temperature dared to drop just a little, the familiar smell and close heat informed Andrew of the tough night he faced, again minus the tent. So, like the night before, he stripped naked, taking care to remain hidden in the woods and laid down to sleep......
Sometime, during the deepest part of the night, Andrew began gently twitching, his hands gripping the drenched forest floor beneath him then releasing. Beneath the layers of sleep she spoke to him, her voice sounded as gentile as a passing whisper, as tempting as that of the mermaids who beckon ill-fated seamen to their treacherous rocks. When she spoke, music spilled from her luscious, filled red lips. When she moved it was like grace personified, her every movement had him aching to touch her. But deep instilled in him was the knowledge she was out of bounds, and him her lowly slave.
Finally as the sun rose lazily on the third day, slowly drying out the ground around his naked skin Andrew woke with a start, so hard he was throbbing, his warm blood pulsing through his stiff member drumming in his ears, behind his eyes until it took him over, wrapping his long, nimble fingers around his beating shaft and slowly starting the path to climax and fulfilment. It did not take him long as the dream he had experienced the night before gave him more than sufficient stimulus to bring him into the most delicious, naughty climax he had experienced in quite some time, including the women he'd slept with.
That morning Andrew sipped his steaming coffee with a feeling of fulfilment and a big childish grin on his face. He felt more than ready to face the day, and began once again after dressing to follow the road which felt right, it almost seemed to call out to him. But tragedy was never far behind. Shortly after noon, Andrew was sitting on his backpack picking eagerly at some stale bread and cheese, coffee sitting obediently at his side, as he took his last mouthful and stood facing the way he was heading he hiked his backpack onto his shoulders. As he took his first step, out of nowhere he heard the sound of an engine, figuring he could hitch a ride Andrew turned in just enough time to see the car skid to a halt behind him, the occupants of the car, two big built men, both with ragged unshaven faces. They ran at him and grabbed his rucksack roughly he fought against them, but they brought out a pair of flick knives, and knowing his hunting knife was buried deep in his rucksack figured it was more than his life ' s worth and threw all his worldly possessions at them. Turning on his heels he ran, and didn't stop until he passed out, lost deep in the forest.
What seemed like a lifetime later Andrew's hearing returned bringing him sharply back to reality, miles away from home, unsure of the distance of his destination, the only thing left to do was walk, and walk he did. The rain now became relentless, beating down on him, slowly breaking his spirit that just a few hours was high, and hopeful for his future, and now, as that future grew further distant and bleak, Andrew's tears and gentile sobs mixed with the rain and wind around him, going unheard.
That night, as Andrew tried to sleep, the rain pounding his skin and the ground around him he was plunged into a dark, deep sleep. She came to him again, this time telling him to continue his journey, the concern in her voice evident. Andrew moaned, reaching his arms out into the night sky, but in his dreams he nearly touched her velvet skin. Back in reality this thought was enough to bring him to a shuddering climax, covering himself and the ground around him with warm spunk.
The next day, Andrew put on his soaking clothes, with nothing better to do he carried on walking always thinking of the anonymous goddess in his dreams, she kept him alive, kept him walking in the same direction hour after hour. Over and over he replayed her words, her soothing voice his saviour.
Sometime during the mid afternoon the rain held off, giving the sun time to make an appearance, Andrew took this time to sit, and dry off, to scavenge the ground for something to eat. Several exhausting hours later he was tucking into char grilled pheasant pleased with his achievement, those survival courses he did in work actually came in handy. He never understood until now, why anyone would need survival classes in an office. Although come staff party nights, it was every man for himself.
After a short sleep, Andrew stood up, felt his stomach churn, trying his best to ignore it he continued down the road, just as the rain began to beat once again. Another long day, and sleepless night later the rain continued to beat down on him, she never came to him again. His memories were beginning to fade, he felt as if he might be becoming delusional, imagining things. Thinking his life needed changing when it didn't. Again tears of angst and unknowing flowed freely from his shining blue eyes. The last thing he remembered was feeling sleepy, he fell gently to his knees, succumbing to the heavy feeling, the comforting darkness enveloping.
She came from nowhere, her crimson cape billowing in the wind, her hood drawn over her face, protecting her from the elements, the rain didn't seem to touch her. Her heavy boot clad feet hardly touched the floor, making no noise, she paced confidently, not rushing, scooping Andrew's limp body into strong arms, but not feeling his weight. As suddenly as she came, she walked off into the pouring rain, just another figure in the darkening afternoon.