As John stepped inside the café, wisps of creamy fog seemed to grasp him, like fingers holding him. Without a word he sat down across from Charlie.
"Good morning to you too, John," Charlie said. "Well, I'm jus' fine, thanks for asking."
"Seven-hundred."
"What?"
"Seven-hundred," John said.
"John, what in crow's name you talkin' about?" Charlie asked.
"Huh? Did I say something?"
"Let's see. Right after you didn't say 'Good morning,' or 'Kiss my butt,' you did say something."
"What?"
"You said seven-hundred."
"Damn Charlie, I had the strangest dream."
"What's that got to do with seven-hundred, John?"
"There was this woman..."
"Mmmm. Some of my best..."
"It wasn't like that, Charlie. There was an old woman, in a tent, she must have been seventy, seventy-five years old. It was so odd, like I was hypnotized; she said she would tell my future. I couldn't stop her, all I could do is agree with her, letting her do whatever she wanted.
"It was strange enough just being there with her, but then it got worse. She told me to remove my clothes."
"Your clothes?" Charlie asked, "How old did you say she was?"
"Like seventy or eighty, hell I didn't know for sure."
"Damn, that's old. What did she look like?"
"Well okay for her age I guess. Wrinkles on her face, but her hair was nice... that silvery gray that looks so good on the older women. Her tits sagged a bit... a lot, and there was loose skin at her thighs, as if she lost a lot of weight."
"Wait a minute, she got naked too?"
"Will you let me tell the story?"
"Okay, okay... sorry," Charlie apologized.
"Like I said, I was hypnotized, anything she said, I did. Anyway, she handed me some oil and told me to oil up."
"Oil up?" Charlie said as John glared at him, "Okay, okay, I'll shut up. Just go on."
"My cock you idiot. She wanted me to oil up my cock. Anyway I took the oil and spread it on my cock. Then she told me to make it hard, so I started stroking myself, she watched me intently, like she was getting off to it. Suddenly she started teasing her nipples... I tell you, her tits sagged, but damn they were some fine nipples.
"She lifted her breasts and told me to suck them, so I complied, I didn't have a choice really. Anyway, after I did that for a while she told me to lie on my back. I was apprehensive and tried to resist, but she stared into my eyes and I lay down. She moved over me, on her hands and knees then she reached back and took my cock, still hard from my stroking and lowered herself onto it.
"I didn't know what to expect, but damn Charlie, it was good. Yeah, she couldn't move like the younger women can, instead she moved slowly, slowly rising up as my cock slid out, and slowly dropping down as it went deeper inside. It was driving me crazy, it's like I could feel every fold inside her.
"I reached up and held her tits. Talk about odd... they were so loose, my fingers would disappear into the loose skin there. Now don't make a face, it wasn't that bad man, it felt kind of... ah, different.
"Anyway, she kept up that motion until I felt myself getting close. She saw it in me and stopped, telling me not to come, not until she did. Well, I was under her control, but damn, you know when you got to pop, not much is gonna stop it. She kept moving in her slow motion pump and grind and I knew I was there.
"She scowled at me as I arched my back, pressing up into her and blew my load. She didn't stop, she just kept it up, it was nuts man. You know how sensitive things get." Charlie made a face and John continued," Well, they get sensitive for me. Well she just kept moving, it was killing me I tell you. Finally, when she raised up, I felt my cock just slip right out of her."
"Damn, what happened then?" Charlie asked.
"Damn she was mad. She stood up, now mind you, I still can't do anything, I'm just laying there. She grabs a robe, throws it on and then tells me to sit in the chair. Well I sit down and she says, 'I have learned your future, I will cast it for you now.'
"The whole time she's got this terrifying look in her eyes, like she was gonna knife me or something. Old as she was, I was afraid for my life. She spread some cards on the table, then turned them one by one. After a few, she started smiling... then she laughed.
"She told me my future, but it was like a puzzle. All I could figure out was something about numbers. She told me the numbers seven, zero and zero were the key."
"The key?" Charlie asked.
"To My future. Well, she told me to get dressed, put a polished rock in my shirt pocket and told me to leave. I kept asking her what the seven-hundred meant, but she never answered. I walked out of the tent into a rainstorm."
"Damn, that's quite a dream," Charlie said.
"That's not all... Charlie, I woke up soaking wet."
"Hell man, you were only sweating, who could blame you with that hag raping you like that."
"I tell you it wasn't all that bad, in fact it was pretty good: different, but definitely good. But listen, as I went to the bathroom, my cock still had some of the oil on it and was caked in her... ah, juices. You know, like when you have sex before going to bed and don't wash it off."
"Oh yeah, I kind of like that man."
"That's not the point," John shouted, "this was a dream and here I am covered in oil and her... whatever it is."
"Man you just had a wet dream. Hell, it's been years for me but..."
"You're not listening, this wasn't sperm man, this was oil and her juices... maybe a bit of me, but oil and her mostly. And that's not all, here look at this," John said with a tremble, showing Charlie a shiny polished rock.
"Yeah, it's a rock, so what," Charlie replied.
"This is the rock she gave me," he said with a shiver.
"Damn John, what are you saying?"
"Hell Charlie, what if my dream was a dream. What if it really happened and she did something to make it seem like a dream."
"Why would she..."
"I don't know, maybe it has to do with seven-hundred. I know there's something special about seven-hundred. I've been thinking it over all morning and I think I've figured it out," John said pensively. "Look here Charlie, seven-hundred months is just over 58 years, that's how old my dad was when he died. So I figure I got until I am fifty-eight, that's all it could be."
"Hell John, you've got plenty of time, that's almost thirty years."
"Yeah, but it's still pretty strange. Oh, look at the time. I got to run."
Charlie watched John hurry through the door and disappear into the fog. Then, just as the blood red neon numbers on Charlie's digital clock switched to seven o'clock, he heard tires squeal and a dull thump outside. |
