The Nymph

The morning, sunrise, another miserable day. Sleep? Didn't matter. Nothing mattered. She's gone, taken from him and nothing at all mattered. It had been that way for months.

Theirs had been a happy marriage in every conceivable way. Everyone who knew them could not help but be aware of how deeply in love and happy they were. She was his everything and he hers. And their intimacy was beyond extraordinary; it truly was beautiful for both of them.

And then that snowy Friday evening, she on her way home from work, he taking his turn preparing dinner. That intersection, the blind corners, snow covered streets. She, driving cautiously in her compact, with the green light; the snow plow truck stopped at the red on her left; from her right the driver texting, running the red in the SUV.

The startling knock on the door, as surprising as it was persistent. 'Did she forget her key again? And she's early,' he thinking as he opened the door. Only it wasn't her; in her place two uniformed police officers.

The impact had been unavoidable; broadside, her compact driven sideways, the plow blade. In an instant, she taken from him. The vibrant, beautiful, amazing presence in his life forever gone and he left with nothing. He was devastated.

The agonizing months that followed; nights filled briefly with restless troubled slumber eventually then replaced by a few hours, and then, over time uninterrupted sleep. And then came the dream.

Actually, not so much a dream as a shape, indistinct and obscure but a shape, briefly and then gone. In the days and weeks that followed the shape begins to take form and lingers briefly but still obscure.

And then gaining definition -- a woman, clearly a woman. Present but somehow mysterious and obscure. And again gone. Awakening guilt-ridden. She's gone less than a year and I'm dreaming of a woman? I am scum.

Slowly moving on. Missing his wife but facing life. Work. Gym. Friends. But each night, the woman returns and still obscure. Why can I not see her? Weeks became months and still she is obscure.

The months pass, each night returning to him, present but mysterious and obscure. Why? Who is she? And with each passing night remaining indistinct but lingering longer. And in the morning, he no longer scum.

A weekday night, long day, beat. Sleep came quickly. And again she is there. But no longer indistinct but an alluring nymph emerging from the mists. Obscurity lessening but the mystery remains. And the mists dissolve and before him, the nymph unmasked, a stunning seductress. Naked, sensual and lovely. And then the dawn, the alarm and she is gone.

Awakening, he is bewildered but hugely turned on, seemed so real. Who is she, where did she come from, where did she go??? And why is she visiting me? Shutting her from his mind, get to work.

And work he does until there is another day done, and then home with some work to finish up. Dinner done, work pretty much done, grab a beer and chill. He sits and ponders the nymph. Eventually off to bed and off to sleep. And she comes again, the form now distinct and she is stunning, alluring, exuding sexuality and she glides closer to him. And then the nymph crawls into bed with him, her somehow warm form close to him and then the alarm, he awake, she gone. What the fuck???

And the next evening the same as the evening before, except that when she enters his bed she whispers softly, seductively in his ear 'I am yours.' And runs her soft hand down to his balls, fondles them and then, she wraps her hand around his now hard cock and again whispering 'Oh my, John!' And then the alarm and she is gone again. Fuckkkkkk!!!! he exclaims.

And the next evening the same as the evening before but when she crawls in bed, she slides over to him, her lithe body somehow incredibly warm and then slides slowly down and, between his legs, takes his now hard cock in her mouth and looking up into his eyes, her eyes an azure blue, gives him the most incredible blowjob he has ever had, her eyes never leaving his. He awakens, knowing he has cum and cum hard, expecting a mess but there is none. What in the actual fuck is going on?????

Up, showered, shaved, dressed, the nymph ever on his mind. Off to work, a busy, hectic day, struggling to focus on the task at hand, the nymphs a lingering presence in his thoughts. The day passes, home, beer, dinner, beer, the game on television and he barely knows which teams are playing, the nymph an exquisite distraction. Eventually off to bed and sleep. And she is there again, beside him in bed, her lithe body warm. He now on fire. And she whispers in his ear 'John, oh John, please, John, I need to ride your cock.' And she crawls on top, mounts him and slides his cock deep inside her. And she rides him like a cowgirl, groaning, building, up and down, over and over and he can't hold out any longer and he cums hard and she does as well screaming 'John, you magnificent fucking beast!'

And the alarm sounds and he bolts awake. And his now flaccid cock wet, but beyond that, what is that? It can't be but it is! The extraordinary musky sweet odor of raw consummated sex between a man and a woman permeates his consciousness. How in the fuck can this be?? She is only a dream. Or is she? He beside himself in his own bewilderment.

And then up, shower, dress, off to work. Important meeting and presentation tomorrow. He's the lead. The work day passes, he forcing himself to focus and then a quiet evening, the nymph, the amazing seductress vivid in his mind's eye. To bed, to sleep, the night passes but she does not appear. Morning. Troubled -- the nymph a no-show. Why? Forget it, busy day, more meetings, he presents today, 10:00 a.m.

10:00 a.m., New client, he is focused and prepared. The conference room, his introductory slide up, cell rings, the boss. Meeting is delayed, the client taking a call and then another and another.. Intense, increasingly annoyed he waits. And then the door opens, his boss enters, turns to him holding the door for the client and says: 'John, I would like you to meet..... ' He approaches extending his hand as the client enters and then, stunned, he stares, eyes wide, mouth agape, those piercing azure blue eyes, the nymph, smiling warmly, alluringly, knowingly, lasciviously takes his hand.