Roy Glenn - MOB

As midnight rolled around, the main event on boxing started. Mystique had danced her way completely out of her clothes. “I wanted to watch this fight, too,” she announced.

“Why don’t you sit down and watch it then?” Travis suggested. “But the leather on this chaise can get a little hot and sticky if you sit on it naked for a while,” Travis said, and took off his shirt. He laid it out on the chaise and Mystique stretched out across it, easing her way close to Travis.

By round five of what was turning out to be a pretty dull fight, Mystique had snuggled up close to Travis and was running her fingers through the hair on his chest. By round seven of what was now definitely a very dull fight, Travis had put his arm around her and began to caress her back. Mystique started making circles around his nipples then quickly flicked her tongue at one. His body shook. Mystique inched closer to Travis and put her leg in between his legs. She ran that leg up and down, which made him harder with every stroke.

Halfway through round nine, Travis turned off the television. Mystique took off his pants and put a condom on him without using her hands. She got on top of him and rode him very slowly, grinding her hips and using her muscles until she could feel Travis begin to expand inside her, then she’d stop. Mystique did this again and again until Travis could no longer contain himself. He pushed her off of him and stood up. Mystique smiled; she knew she had his undivided attention now.

She turned her body away from Travis and crawled up on the chaise. “You’re not afraid of me, are you, Travis?” she asked, looking over her shoulder.

Travis took a deep breath and looked at Mystique’s wide hips and glistening bush. Then he laughed and said, “I ain’t never scared.”

He stepped up and grabbed Mystique by her hips and entered her slowly. Mystique began to moan and squirm as she took in every inch. Once she had taken all of him inside her, she began winding hips. Travis let go of her hips and allowed Mystique to move her body freely. Every once in a while, Travis would grab and squeeze one of her cheeks as Mystique began to buck harder and harder. Travis leaned forward, grabbed Mystique by the shoulders, and began to pound furiously on that ass until her body started to tremble. “Ooooooooh!”

Mystique tried to move and change positions, but Travis wouldn’t allow it. He slowed his roll and reached between her legs, fingering her clit with one hand and squeezing her breast with the other. He got into a long, rhythmic stroke, pulling almost completely out of her then slowly easing himself back inside of her. Each time he entered her fully, he smacked her ass. Not hard, but firm.

“Ooooh, Travis, I like it like that,” Mystique said as the steady motion gave her a chance to catch herself. She separated herself from Travis and rolled over on her back.

Mystique lifted her legs and grabbed her ankles. “Come get this pussy, Travis.”

With the weight of his body on his arms, Travis once again eased himself inside Mystique. He began the same slow and steady motion and Mystique wrapped her legs around his waist. Their bodies melted into a rhythm, with Mystique working her hips and inner muscles while licking his nipples. Now it was Travis whose body began to tremble and Mystique who was pounding her hips furiously into him until they both reached a very loud and violent climax, then collapsed into each other’s arms, laughing.

“Damn that shit was good,” they both had to agree.

It had been exactly one week since Travis saw the woman at the grocery store, and he still couldn’t get her out of his mind. Whenever he closed his eyes he would see her standing there just as she had been that day. Travis could still hear her voice echoing in his ears. Oh, I am so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.

In his dreams, however, his subconscious mind added more to their encounters. He dreamed about her almost every night since the first time he saw her. The dreams were always different, but the theme was always the same. Travis would try to get to her and something would prevent that from happening, then her image would fade just out of his reach.

One night, Travis dreamed that he was in a park and saw her walking alone down a path. It was a windy day and she was draped in white silk scarves that flowed freely in the wind. As he approached, a crowd of men began to form around her. They were thankful to be in her presence. They told her how beautiful she was and how much they would love to love her. Travis worked his way through the crowd with the hope of getting close to her, but the crowd was too thick and he couldn’t reach her. He struggled against the crowd, but she got farther and farther away.

All at once, the crowd separated, leaving him with a clear path to her as she continued her walk. Travis started to walk faster then broke into a trot in an attempt to catch up with her. Suddenly, the seafood counter attendant, dressed like he was in a Men In Black movie, appeared from out of thin air. He held out his hand and Travis ran into it, falling to the ground.

“Oh, I am so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going,” the counter attendant said.

The woman stopped and laughed. “Well, maybe you should look where you’re going,” she said then continued her walk until her image faded.

Travis yelled out to her, “That’s all right! I shouldn’t have been in his way.”

Another night, Travis dreamed that he was in Los Angeles at the Bonaventure Hotel. He had been there many times before; in fact, it was one of his favorite places. In his dream, he was sitting alone having a drink at the revolving Bona Vista Lounge, enjoying the view of the Los Angeles skyline, looking out at the Hollywood sign.

He saw the woman coming toward him serving drinks. Travis got up to greet her. He walked up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder. She was startled by his sudden appearance and spilled the drinks on her tray all over him. Security guards appeared next to Travis and held him. That time it was Travis who uttered the line, “Oh, I am so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“No, I am so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going,” she said and tried to wipe him off, but before she could touch him, the security guards grabbed Travis and dragged him away as her image faded.

It was the dream that he’d had the night before that brought him to the edge. In this dream, he found himself on the beach outside his timeshare in Freeport, breathing ocean air, watching the palm trees bending in the wind. Travis was standing waist deep in clear blue water looking back at the beach when he saw her walking by.

Once again, she was draped in white silk scarves that flowed freely in the wind. Travis called to her and she stopped and waved him on. While Travis made his way through the water, he watched her call for the cabana boy, who responded quickly to her motion. She raised two fingers and the cabana boy rushed off and returned with two beach chairs. Travis made it to shore just as she sat down in one of the chairs and crossed her legs. “Join me?” she asked, motioning for Travis to sit in the chair next to her.

It was at that moment that Travis realized that she was now naked except for a pair of dark sunglasses. Travis sat in the chair and started to talk to her, but it was as if she could not hear him. He became very excited and started to yell. She turned to him slowly and said, “Shhh. I can hear you, Travis.” With that, Travis became very calm, content to watch her glistening skin as beads of sweat formed all over her body.

“Tell me, what’s your name?” Travis asked, but received no answer. He started to ask again when she turned to him slowly.