Roy Glenn - MOB

“Shhh,” she said with a smile. “Just relax and enjoy me.”

This seemed to satisfy him, but not for long. “Tell me, what’s your name?” he asked again.

Once again she turned to him slowly. This time she leaned toward him. “Pleasure me, Travis,” she whispered in his ear and spread her legs.

Travis stood up and stepped around to the front of her chair, then knelt down in the sand. He reached both hands forward and began to massage her thighs.

“Pleasure me, Travis. Please don’t make me wait any longer. I’m here waiting for you. Pleasure me now.”

Travis allowed his hands to move freely over her body. He very deliberately spread her lips with the thumb and forefinger of his left hand while making small circles around her clit with the tip of his right forefinger. All the time, he stared at her face. “You are so beautiful,” Travis said again and again.

She reached out with both hands and grabbed his head. “Pleasure me, Travis,” she said to him again while slowly lowering his head, raising her legs at the same time. Travis held onto her hips, slid his tongue inside her and sucked her moist lips gently. He felt her body quiver as he licked her clit with the tip of his tongue. Her clit grew harder, her thighs pressed together as her body convulsed uncontrollably.

When Travis opened his eyes from the dream, Mystique was lying next to him, gliding her hand up and down his ever-hardening erection. Mystique had become a regular feature at Travis’s house over the last week. He could expect a call from her at least once a day, either before she went to work or after she got off. Their conversations were always very brief and to the point. Travis would answer, “Hello.”

“It’s me. Are you busy?” Mystique would ask.

“No,” Travis would reply.

“I’m coming over,” Mystique would then assert.

“Come on.” And that was that.

Once he was fully erect, Mystique straddled and began to ride Travis. He stared into her eyes the entire time, but his mind was on the woman from the store. He believed his latest dream meant that he would be able to find her and get with her.

He looked up at Mystique and watched as she worked herself into a stuttering orgasm. You know, the type you have when your eyes roll back in your head. Travis had to laugh to himself thinking, Here you are gettin’ sucked and fucked daily by a beautiful women, but you’re fiendin’ for some woman you’ve only seen once and never actually met. There is something seriously wrong with this picture. You could consider gettin’ some help for yourself.

Once Mystique left his house and was on her way to work, Travis set in motion his plan to find the woman who had so captivated his mind and taken over his dreams. Once he was dressed, Travis got his surveillance equipment and left the house. He got in his black ’93 Thunderbird and drove back to the grocery store. His thinking was that if she lived or worked in the area, this would be the place where she shopped. And if that was indeed the case, he would simply have to wait; eventually she would show up.

The thought had occurred to him that maybe, just maybe, she was just passing through and stopped in to do some shopping. However, he figured that possibility to be slim. In the brief seconds that he spent with her, if you could actually call it that, he did take note that the cart she rammed into him appeared to be pretty full. The contents looked more like that of a person who was doing her regular shopping, as opposed to someone who was just passing through the area and picking up a few things.

He parked his car in an area of the lot where he would be able to see both entrances and exits to and from the store, as well as the entire parking lot. With the exception of using the bathroom and eating, Travis spent the entire day in his car watching the store. When he did need to use the bathroom, he went in the store and picked up something to eat at the same time. Before he left the store, Travis quickly checked every aisle. At the end of day one, he hadn’t seen her.

Day two was no different from day one. Travis spent the day watching and waiting in vain. The pattern continued for the remainder of the week. He sat there all day and she didn’t show.

When week two began, Travis took a whole new attitude. He began to pay attention to his surroundings. He took pictures of and made notes on all the people, employees and customers, who came and went on a regular basis. He noted the delivery days and times, who was the driver, and what he was delivering. He would take short drives around the neighborhood, checking streets and traffic flow.

Travis started spending more time inside the store, getting a feel for the layout. He even knew the armed truck schedule, and had developed a profile on the drivers. At first he told himself that all these things were just to keep him busy, to keep his mind sharp for the next job. How else would a planner sharpen his planning skills? You practice planning.

By the time Friday of week two had come and gone without the woman’s return, Travis had just about given up on her. But if Travis was nothing else, he was persistent. He decided to give it one more week.

It was Saturday evening at 7:34 p.m. when his persistence paid off. A red 1999 Honda Civic pulled into the crowded lot and turned down the aisle where Travis had positioned himself. After two weeks of near misses, Travis wasn’t the least bit excited when yet another woman who fit the profile drove by his position.

She parked her car almost directly in front of Travis and stepped out. She wore a black suit with a yellow blouse; she came around the car and walked right by Travis. As she passed, it appeared that she looked directly at Travis and said pleasure me . He knew he was trippin’, but he gave her a ten-second count before getting out of his car and going in after her.

Travis entered the store, grabbed a shopping cart, and looked around. He spotted her in the produce aisle. He approached slowly, watching and waiting for what he considered the perfect opportunity to move on her. He began placing items in his shopping cart from whatever aisle she went down, to keep up appearances. In the last two weeks, he had bought enough stuff to last a month at his house, and had begun to give the stuff he’d bought to Jackie and Ronnie.

As she continued to shop, Travis kept her in sight, never allowing more than one aisle’s distance between them. When she stopped at the magazine aisle, Travis made his move. He approached and posted up next to her as she flipped through the latest copy of Essence . Travis picked up a copy of Black Enterprise and began to flip pages as well. “Excuse me,” Travis said. She turned to face him.

“Yes?”

All of a sudden, a cold chill ran through his body. Here he was, finally standing face to face with the woman he had been fiendin’ for these last two weeks, and he couldn’t think of anything to say. He briefly considered the direct approach: Look, ever since you rammed your shopping cart into me two weeks ago, I’ve thought about nothing but you. Each time I close my eyes I see your face and I dream sweet dreams of you each night when I sleep. The sound of your voice echoes in my ears all the time. So please, tell me, what’s your name?

Instead, he said, “I thought that was you.”

“I beg your pardon?” she said, looking very curiously at Travis.

“I guess you don’t remember me. I was the one that you accidentally ran into with your shopping cart a couple weeks ago.”

“Oh, was that you?” the woman asked, thinking that Travis was kind of cute. “I am so sorry. I guess I wasn’t looking where I was going,”

“No, you were reading the label on a box of Special K,” Travis said. He laughed as he pointed to the box of Special K she had in her cart.