Vincent sat on his barstool staring silently at his glass, half full of rum and ginger ale. The scent of familiar perfume washed gently over his senses. He smiled slightly as memories of Monique flooded his mind. He was fascinated by something as simple as a scent in the air could stimulate so much in his mind, not to mention the arousal he felt growing between his legs.
He glanced up to see an attractive woman sitting at the stool next to his. Her eyes met his for a moment and she smiled slightly. Vincent turned away, but not before he’d returned her smile. He focused once again on his glass, his mind returning to thoughts of Monique.
It had been nine long weeks since they’d been together and nearly a week since he’d heard her sweet voice on the telephone. Not one to worry needlessly, Vincent reassured himself that all was well for her. Still, worry nagged at him. “What if she suffered an injury?” He thought to himself. Japan was on the other side of the world. The only people she knew there were the women she was travelling with. Monique had achieved her dream to become an accomplished professional wrestler and when the opportunity to travel to Japan and appear on a wrestling tour was offered, she jumped at the chance. Women’s wrestlng was extremely popular in Japan and the shows paid very well. But the style of wrestling was more intense than what took place in the states. Vincent had faith in Monique’s ability but he’d lived long enough to know that calamity can strike in an instant.
He remembered the morning long ago, when he’d left for work, assuming it was just another day. But shortly before midmorning, disaster struck and he woke up to find himself confined to a hospital bed, morphine coursing through his veins and the realization that he was seriously injured. But he had survived. If disaster struck Monique he was sure she’d prevail, just as he had.
The sound of a woman’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “Excuse me. May I trouble you for a light?”
Vincent turned to the woman sitting next to him. She held a cigarette between her fingers, her green eyes smiling at him. He reached for his lighter and reached over to give her a light. Vincent could see an enticing glow in her eyes as he felt her hand close around his.
She smiled and thanked him. “I really can’t believe I lost my lighter!” She exclaimed. “It was a gift from a friend. I hope I just left it at work.”
“I’m sure it’ll turn up. Most likely when you least expect it.” Vincent smiled at her.
The woman gave him a curious stare. “You say that as if you know it will.”
“Not necessarily. It’s just what I sensed at the moment.”
“H’mmm. You seem like someone who senses more than most.”
Vincent smiled slightly and shook his head. “I’m not so sure about that. Maybe I’m just more aware than some.”
The woman smiled again. “I can see you are. My name’s Julia.”
She extended her hand and Vincent took it in his.
“I’m glad to meet you, Julia. My name’s Vincent.”
“I’m glad to, Vincent. You’re an intriguing man.”
Vincent smiled slightly. “I’m not so sure I’m all that intriguing.”
He and Julia sat sharing conversation for several hours. She was easy to talk to and the time slipped quickly by. As closing time arrived, Vincent was amazed to hear himself ask Julia to have dinner with him the following evening. He was even more amazed when she smiled and accepted his invitation. They walked out into the warm summer evening together and stood talking for a moment longer. Vincent stood watching Julia walk away, wondering why he’d invited her to have dinner with him. He missed Monique. And here he was asking another woman to dinner. The loneliness was sometimes more than he could bear. It was times like this he wished he were more resolute. “It’s only dinner!” He reminded himself. “It’s nothing more than a pleasant evening sharing conversation.”
Vincent awoke the next morning, feeling rested and refreshed. Fifteen days on the river always left him feeling used up when he first returned home, but a good night’s rest always restored him. Today was no exception and he had fourteen more days before his next shift began.
He dressed quickly and walked out into the sweltering heat of another summer day.
After a quick breakfast of toast and black tea, Vincent decided to stop by the gym and inquire whether anyone had heard from Monique. He was sure she was extremely busy. Shows were scheduled in tight succession and considering the travel from city to city there was surely little time to relax. Vincent arrived at the Sixth Avenue Gym and wandered inside. It was a dingy space situated on the top floor of a dilapadated furniture store. The room was sparsely furnished with an assortment of weights, a few chairs and a large wrestling ring in the center of the room. There was a tattered heavy bag hanging from the ceiling, several well-worn mats scattered on the floor and an ancient weight machine sitting in the corner. The scent of stale sweat and linament hung heavy in the air as the sounds of bodies crashing to the canvas echoed off the walls.
Carla and Donna smiled as they saw Vincent. “Hey, big guy! Where you been?” Carla leaned through the ropes and hugged Vincent.
“I just got in yesterday afternoon. Thought I’d stop by and see my two favorite lady wrestlers.”
Donna grinned. “You are SO full of shit! But you’re a sweetheart just the same.”
Vincent smiled. “Hey! You weren’t s’posed to notice. So how’s everything been going since I’ve been gone?”
“Pretty damn good!” Carla responded with a big smile. “We got a couple’ve bookings up at the army base and the pay isn’t bad.”
“Glad to hear it! Have you heard from Monique?”
Carla and Donna glanced at each other. “No. Haven’t you?”
Vincent frowned. “No. Not for a week. Well, I s’pose no news is good news, huh?”
Donna shook her head. “Yea, I s’pose. I know the last time we talked to her she was doing real well. The promoter’s really impressed with her and Velvet. From what we heard they’ve been drawing some huge crowds.”
“Yea, that’s pretty much what she told me to. Well, I best get on out’ve here and let you two get back to your work-out.”
Carla pouted slightly. “Stay around and we’ll buy you a coffee when we finish up.”
Vincent agreed and settled into a chair as the women returned to action. He smiled to himself as he watched them sweat and struggle, remembering when they’d first started wrestling a few months earlier. They’d come a long way. No longer were they nervous and unsure of themselves. Velvet had trained them well. Vincent knew they’d do well, just not quite as outstanding as Monique had become.
An hour later Vincent and his female companions entered the near-by diner and sat down at a booth near the window. They ordered coffee and sat sharing conversation, the women excitedly relating the details of the last show they did. Carla was pleased with herself and rightfully so. She had endured tough competition that evening and emerged with a victory. Her first since she’d begun wrestling.
It was nearly evening when Vincent glanced at the clock. “Aw jeez! I’ve gotta get going or I’m gonna be be late.”
“Hot date tonight?” Donna teased.
“I wouldn’t say hot, just someone I’m s’posed to meet and you know how I hate to be late.” Vincent paid the bill and hurried out the door.
An hour later Vincent entered The Alibi. It was a favorite restaurant of his, with an intimate atmosphere and excellent food. He glanced into the bar and saw Julia sitting at the bar wearing a black velvet dress and stilleto heels. Her long brown hair cascaded down her back, accentuating her seductive appearance. She smiled as she saw Vincent approach. “I wondered if maybe you were going to stand me up!”
Vincent smiled, an embarrassed expression in his eyes. “I apologize for being late. I was having coffee with a couple’ve friends and the time just got away from me. I’m not normally so inconsiderate.”
“I don’t mind. You’re worth the wait.” Julia gave him a seductive smile as she finished her drink and followed him to their table. They sat laughing and talking as they shared a wonderful meal together. Julia had a delightful sense of humor and enjoyed hearing Vincent’s stories about his life on the water and the crazy events that comprised his life.
After a leisurely meal they left for a club where the music was playing. Julia had never listened to live blues and was eager to share the experience with Vincent. As seductive as Julia was, Vincent found his mind drifting back to Monique repeatedly. It made him uncomfortable. He could see Julia was becoming more attracted to him as the night went on and he had no wish to hurt her feelings.
Closing time arrived and they left together, Julia holding his arm tightly, her head resting on his shoulder. As they walked into the street, Julia smiled up at him. “Would you like to come by for a nightcap, Vincent?”
“Well, it is getting late.” Vincent struggled to find a polite way to decline the invitation.
“It’s okay. I don’t have to go into work until 09:00. I do just fine with very little sleep.”
Julia’s hungry smile tugged at Vincent’s resolve.
It was a short drive to Julia’s condo and they were soon seated together on her couch. Vincent struggled to maintain his self-control as Julia became more aroused. She seemed intent on seducing him. He cursed himself for ever inviting her to dinner. He knew he needed to go. If it hurt Julia’s feelings, so be it. She would soon forget him, he reasoned and all would be well.
Vincent stood up and reached down to take Julia’s hands. “I had a really wonderful time tonight, but it is getting late and I do need to be going.”
Julia’s expression puzzled him. She appeared almost pleased. It was hardly the reaction Vincent had expected. “Wait just a minute before you go?” Julia asked. With that she slid off the couch and disappeared into another room.
Vincent fidgeted from one foot to the other, debating whether to quietly leave or stay a moment longer as he’d promised. Before he could decide, the door opened and his eyes widened in amazement.
“Monique?” He shouted. “How . . . I mean . . .uh . . .how is this possible?”
“I’ll explain it all later, sweet man. Right now I just want to drag you into the bedroom and fuck you completely senseless.”
She took his hand and led him to a room down the hall. Her hands tore at the snaps on his shirt as he quickly kicked off his boots and unbuttoned his trousers. Vincent shook off his clothing, tore Monique’s robe off her gorgeous body and felt her arms surround him as he hugged her close, his mouth meeting hers in a blaze of passion. The heat from their bodies radiated like warm sunshine on an August afternoon.
They fell into bed and Monique pounced on him, her luscious breasts tantalizing him as they brushed his face. His lips captured her nipple, his tongue teasing it immediately erect as his fingers squeezed and tugged at the other.
Monique trapped his engorged cock between her thighs and slowly tightened her grip, her hips slowly gyrating as she scissored his erection with a slow, deliberate rhythm.
Monique slid slowly down his body, her lips and tongue exploring his shoulders and his chest, then trailing slowly down his torso.
Vincent buried his hands in her long, brown hair and guided her face toward his center. He watched as her mouth took his cock, her tongue lightly teasing the head of his rock-hard shaft. Moans of sheer pleasure escaped his lips as he pulled her hair harder, his hips pulsating with her every movement. She slurped and licked his pole, urging him closer and closer to release. Vincent struggled to reposition himself, wanting desperately to bring her as much pleasure as she was bringing him, but it was no use. Monique held him down and blocked his attempts to move.
Just as she tasted the first drops of his hot love liquid she released his cock and gripped it’s base, smiling wickedly as she shook her head. “Oh, not just yet, baby. I want to save you a little while longer. “
Vincent gasped for breath. “Damn! You’re driving me completely . . .”
Before he could finish his sentence Monique lunged forward, her thighs trapping his head as she ground her hot, wet pussy on his face. Vincent’s hands gripped her ass cheeks as he eagerly licked and sucked, his tongue torturing her swollen clit. Monique pumped her hips wildly as she gasped for air, shrieks and squeals of pleasure filling the air. Vincent continued at a relentless pace, alternately hugging her thighs and reaching up to roughly massage her ample breasts. A burst of warm liquid exploded onto his face as he felt Monique’s body shudder uncontrollably. She screamed loudly, her contorted face mirroring the intensity of the pleasure she was experiencing. Her fingers wound tightly through his hair and she gasped once more as the last wave of pleasure coursed through her body.
Monique grinned wickedly at her lover. “Oh Vincent! I needed that SO badly. Now it’s your turn.”
With that Monique slowly shifted her position turning to face the opposite direction as she rolled him over, pulling his tighter between her legs as she leaned forward and trapped his erection in her mouth once more.
Vincent’s tongue penetrated her waiting pussy once more as his lips met hers. Muffled gasps and moans filled the air as the two lovers seemed intent on bringing each other more pleasure than they could stand. Vincent slurped and licked Monique’s quivering pussy as he spanked her firm ass cheeks. He could feel her orgasm nearing as was his. The lovers thrashed across the bed, erupting in a mutual burst of wet pleasure. Monique rolled onto her back, panting and sweating as she lay smiling contentedly.
Vincent rolled on top of her, his fingers slowly plying her dripping love center. “I’m not through with you yet, my sweet!”
Monique moaned loudly as she felt his fingers penetrating her steamy snatch. His touch was like a fiery magic. Her hips lunged upward with each of his movements and she thrashed under him, gasping and squealing as the fire in her burned hotter and hotter. She felt his fingers torturing her clit and pulling at her pussy lips as his other hand pulled and twisted her breasts. Monique clawed at Vincent’s back and ass as she writhed and struggled, her body glistening with sweat. Vincent was merciless, continuing to torture and tease her, not letting up for an instant. Monique screamed as another powerful orgasm shot through her like a bolt of lightning.
With a powerful lunge, Monique rolled on top of her lover, her hips meshing with his. Sweat dripped off her face as her pussy lips swallowed Vincent’s erect cock. She could feel him penetrating her, the pleasurable sensations washing over her like waves of warm honey. Vincent reached up and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her down onto him as he pumped his hips with long, powerful movements. They gasped and screamed as the frequency of their strokes increased.
Vincent could feel his release boiling over and he shot his load deep into his lover, feeling her body convulse once more with a maginficent eruption of sheer delight.
Monique collapsed on top of her lover and they lay quietly, wrapped together in each other’s arms as they slowly drifted off to sleep.
Vincent heard the familiar sound of a train whistle far off in the distance.
He turned to see his beautiful Monique standing next to him on that magical boarding platform deep in the desert. Moments later the sleek, black locomotive appeared, pulling seven railcars behind. It came to a stop at the depot and an old friend appeared. “Vincent! Monique! It’s wonderful to see you both again!”
It was Jensen. Conductor on that magical, mystical mode of transportation known only as the Hitchcock Railway.
“Jensen! I do declare. I believe this is the first time I’ve ever seen you smile. I mean REALLY smile.” Vincent grinned at his old friend and shook his hand. “It is good to see you again to, my friend.”
Monique and Vincent climbed aboard and made their way to the dining car. There at a table by the window sat Andrew, beaming with a smile ear-to-ear. “Well! I’m glad you’re finally aboard. I was beginning to wonder just how long your love marathon was going to last.”
“I wouldn’t wonder!” Vincent growled with a mock scowl on his face. “I assume I have you to thank for the scenario earlier this evening?”
“Oh! You mean your encounter with Julia?” Andrew suppressed a smile. “I did play a bit of a part in that, but it was your lover’s idea. I was only a simple fascilitator.”
Vincent shifted his gaze to Monique who responded with an impish grin. “I might have known the pair of you were up to something. I’d lock the pair of you up in a sleeping compartment, but I can just imagine what the outcome would be!”
Andrew grinned. “If you do, my friend, just remember to bring me plenty of dinner. An entire day spent with your lover will surely deplete my strength considerably.”
Just as Vincent reached across the table to playfully throttle his friend, Andrew disappeared. He turned to Monique with a shocked expression. Monique was nowhere to be seen.
