After the Rain
Greg had been anticipating this moment for over two years.
He had met Cathy online when she was hosting a chat room and
they seemed to hit it off immediately; she loved his intellect
and sense of humour, he loved her spunk and passion.
Their relationship began fairly innocently, then became
playful as Greg loved to flirt. Cathy had begun to fantasize
about him and mentioned it to Greg, who then revealed that
he had his first wet dream since high school thinking about
her the previous night. Their online relationship blossomed
overnight with each message full of passion and desire
- it felt like they had been made for each other; only distance
prevented them from consummating their love.
Cathy had found it difficult to concentrate at work - she
stayed at her desk all day, even through lunches, just to
make sure that she didn't miss a message from Greg.
Greg saw his work slipping as well as he would spend hours
chatting with Cathy in their own private chat room. Soon
they began to trade pictures of each other and then found
private offices to carry on phone conversations. Each
knew the other would be perfect in bed and their desires
increased everyday. It became evident that the only way
to fully satisfy their needs was to finally meet.
The opportunity finally came when Greg was sent on a business
trip to Chicago - Cathy's home town.
Greg spent the
entire flight fantasizing about their meeting - they'd
meet in a cafe next to a quaint city park, he'd have a
bouqet of stargazer lilies (her favorite), they'd
kiss and forget about eating and spend the rest of the day
lost in the city; holding hands, kissing and enjoying themselves.
When the flight landed at O'Hare, Greg's hopes
were dashed when he saw that it was pouring rain. At the bagge
claim, he tried calling Cathy, but couldn't get a hold
of her - she was probably at the cafe already.
A half hour later, the cab dropped him off at Cafe du Monde,
which was only three blocks away from his hotel. He quickly
ran inside, searching for Cathy's long, blonde hair.
The cafe was practically empty except for a lone table near
a large glass window with two businessmen engrossed in
a heated conversation.
Greg asked a waitress if she had seen a blonde woman in the
cafe within the past hour, but she simply shook her head
no. The waitress mentioned that they were
currently closed and wouldn't open until later that
evening. Disappointed, Greg walked the three blocks to
his hotel, and checked in, soaking wet.
He fumbled with his luggage and card key entering the room
and decided to collapse on the bed without unpacking. He
realized that he was hungry and phoned for some room service.
At least I'll get a halfway decent meal, he thought,
and wondered why Cathy didn't answer his call and why
she didn't meet him at the cafe.
Maybe she just got cold
feet....Greg drifted off to sleep.
Greg dreamed that he and Cathy were playing strip Yahtzee,
but everytime Greg shook the dice, they made an incredible
large knocking sound. He suddenly woke up, realizing that
the knocking was coming from the hotel room door. Dazed,
he answered the door to find a hotel belhop with his room
service order. Greg mumbled a cursory thanks
and let the belhop bring the cart inside. The belhop left
and Greg lifted the dome off the food plate. Just as he was
about to begin eating, there was another knock at the door.
Greg answered the door to find the belhop again, who mentioned
that he had forgotten to get Greg's signature on the
bill. Greg signed the paper and requested not to be bothered
again. The door shut and Greg looked out the large window;
it was still pouring outside and he could barely make out
the buildings across the street. What a crappy day, he thought,
and went back to eating his meal.
Seconds later, another knock on the door stirred up Greg's
anger and he stormed to the entryway.
I told you to leave me the hell alo- Greg stopped
as he opened the door. Standing in front of him, completely
soaked, was Cathy.
I'm sorr- Greg started.
Shhh... Cathy put her finger to her lips,
don't say a word.
She stepped inside and let the door close behind her.
After
two years, they were finally standing face to face. Greg
could feel the tension and excitement between them. They
slowly moved towards each other, each knowing that they
needed to kiss. Greg delicately placed his hands on her
hips and drew Cathy towards him. She closed her eyes, he
closed his and their lips met. The kiss was long and slow
and after a few moments Greg's tongue parted Cathy's
lips as their kiss became deeper. They continued to kiss,
both soaked and standing in the entryway for a long time,
both lost in each others' embrace.
Cathy's legs began to feel week, and Greg quickly picked
her up and brought her to the bed, still kissing. Their soaked
clothes clung tight to their skin, yet they could feel the
heat from each others' bodies. Greg removed Cathy's
coat and pushed it to the floor. His left hand moved up to
her face, his fingers running through her wet hair. His
right hand slowly began to unbutton her white blouse.
Cathy moaned, feeling his hand so close to her breasts had
instantly turned her on. It's been over two years of
foreplay, she thought. Her hands began to remove Greg's
belt, and she let his pants drop to the floor. She pressed
her hips against him and could tell that he was ready for
her. Greg began to kiss her neck, holding her head with his
left hand and removing her blouse with his right. He kissed
her shoulders and followed her bra strap down to her slight
cleavage.
His tongue began to roam and his hands moved towards
her skirt, removing it in one swift motion. Cathy's
body felt a chill and she instictively pressed her body
against his.
Cathy slowly dropped onto the bed, taking Greg with her.
Her hips pressed against his, within a matter of moments
they were both completely undressed, kissing, caressing
and enjoying each other's warm, wet bodies. Cathy
arched her back and moaned as Greg entered her, and he gasped,
fully feeling how warm and wet she was for him. They moved
together like a perfectly coordinated pair of dancers
for hours - night fell and they continued to make love, without
saying a single word.
Morning broke both the darkness of the night and the rain
clouds, the sunlight revealing Cathy and Greg wrapped
in a warm embrace, smiles on their faces. Cathy woke first
and ran her fingers across Greg's chest. Greg stirred
and looked into her eyes.
Without knowing it, they were both thinking the same thought:
It's a good thing my spouse doesn't know about
this.