Work in progress: In the Rain

 

You're sitting in your favorite chair one evening, staring mindlessly at the news.  The day was hectic, but you had help through the day though, a beautiful girl that made the time fly by.  Yet she was no where near you.  'The wonders of modern technology,' you think to yourself.  As your thoughts wander away to better places, they are rudely interrupted by a loud horn blast coming from right outside your window, before your thoughts completely collect forward another blast is heard. Almost every step you take from your chair to your window is punctuated by another blast of that blasted car horn. Your thoughts wander to images to shoving the steering wheel into places of the human body that plastic covered steel shouldn't go. Another longer blast of the horn greets you as you pull back the blinds to see what all the commotion is about, and standing in your drive, in the rain, is the very image of beauty that your mind was wandering all over.

Your jaw drops, as your pants tighten. 'This can't be real'.  

She is tapping her foot impatiently on the ground, her dark hair wet and framing her gentle round features as fear is welling up inside of her.  She really can't believe she standing here, in another country, going to see a man she's only chatted with online.  She reaches through the window of her car (yes she drove, so if he is psycho she can get away cleanly) to blow the horn again when she saw movement in the window.  Another, more dominate fear arose in her now: what if she was at the wrong house!  She could feel the tears prick the edges of her eyes as her mind ran away with that thought.  The sheer embarrassment flushed her beet red, even though she didn't know if it was the right house or not.  Her hand hesitated over the horn as she strained to see the figure in the window.  

You stood in awe and shock at your window, unable to move.  She is breath taking, her long hair wet and sticking to her pale skin, making her look completely surreal standing there.  After a long moment you finally find yourself and go to the door, letting a lady stand in the rain is just not polite.

Her heart stops as the figure in the window moves away.  She is sure it is him, every fiber in her body tells her that this it is him, but, she feels like such a fool for doing it this way.  She had been in town the night before, and chatted with him online just like normal.  He had no idea that she was there.  She is fighting herself internally not to jump in her car and speed away.  Although her eyes are glued to the window, her arms are starting to moving to open the door of her car, so that she can make a clean break and forget she ever made a move this stupid.

Because she was concentrating so hard on the window she didn't notice you opening the front door.  Looking at her now, away from the distortion of the wet glass, you are positive that it is her.  She is here before you, looking scared and a bit confused. You can see her face clearly now, and in the back of your mind you wonder how you could have just spoke with her a less than an hour ago online from Virginia, USA.  But that thought is faint to the beauty that is looking like a deer ready to bolt. You pause to adjust yourself, hiding your throbbing member a bit, and walk out into the drizzle. She is so lost in herself that she doesn't here you walking toward her, until you are on the opposite side of her car.  

She has gotten her door open, but is still staring at your living room window with a troubled look on her face.  Her eyes are glittering, and so soft.  You don't want to say anything in fear that she will just vanish in a puff of smoke, but if you don't she will truly will disappear. As you open your mouth to say something she notices you and screams.  You can't help but smile, she is absolutely everything you have ever wanted in a woman, hell in another person.