Café Maya

~The Dance~

medicine playlist, songs from the terrace of the Café Maya :

~ At Last - Etta St. James

~Come Away With Me - Norah Jones

~You're Only Lonely - JD Souther

~The Way You Look Tonight - Michael Bublé

~I'm Gon na be intimate You Like I'm Gon na lose You - Meghan Trainor

~Smoke Gets In Your Eyes - The phonograph record

~Put Your principal On My Shoulder - Paul Anka

~If You Don't Know Me By Now - Simply Red

~Wicked biz - Chris Isaak

He stood in the room access from the street outdoors. There were tables on the base on balls outside, of course, it was a café after all. And, while there were a few the great unwashed here and there, pair mostly, the one someone he was looking for was not among them. So, indoors he went. Stepping inside he had to pause to let his eyes adjust to the lower lighting, even though the sun was heading toward the horizon outside as it would soon be setting.

This was not his first trip here, to the Café Mayan language. It would appear he had been coming here for quite some sentence, more often over the past year or so however. No, The Café Maya was quite familiar to him. You see, he, Floyd had created this Café. wellspring, he and others like him who frequented this place. It was a exceptional place. It only existed here in the ether of this region of phantasy and illusion. Born of resource, rarity, desire and longing, the Café Mayan was where dreams took human body and became real, even if only for brief period of time of time.

Illusion, and fantasy, dreams in other words. Waking dreams, perhaps, but fueled by desires and hungriness of the substance and imagery. In this place, the real world took a stone's throw back and this conjuring trick became very real number indeed. It was a plaza where like-minded masses could meet and coexist in person as it were, for a time. Like all dreams, however, the meter here in the Café Maya always cut myopic when the real world again reclaimed the judgement and attending of those visiting here. But it was here that they all would return to time and time again, to rejoin in that phantasy that filled a vacancy that many didn't fully realize until they found this place.

Floyd, took off his jacket and held it up in front of himself to look at it. A light, nicely styled dinner jacket, a little sporty perhaps, but still formal enough for most gracious restaurants frock essential. He shook his head in wry amusement as he wondered when he had imagined himself wearing a jacket in the first space as he was not one to clip up for much of anything. He folded it over one arm and looked about for a coat verification. There, in an bay by the threshold was a untested girl smiling at him as she gave him a title tag and took his jacket to flow up until he was ready to leave.

As he slipped the ticket into his air pocket, he noticed, again with entertainment, that he was not wearing his usually preferred blue jean, but rather a gracious pair of slack water. The silk button down shirt was lightweight and comfortable as were the stylish loafers on his feet. Now he knew that person else had had a hand in his appearance. The trick of Café Maya it would appear. While each person has their own imaging to pull back from for themselves, it also affected others here as well. Essentially, we helped each former create the phantasy ... or realness ... that we shared here.

Once more Floyd looked around the inside of the café. If he was dressed this way, she must be here somewhere. As his optic had adjusted to the lower berth light, he began to plunk out faces here and there. Again, there were duet and even threes and fours at some tables engaged in conversations, and other affair. As to be expected, some were engaged in rather passionate exchanges of whispered familiarity or kissing.

The swooning walkover from the ocean carried through the open doorway from the patio, causing the linen on the tables to flutter at their edge. On the breeze was, of course, the salty air from the ocean, along with the scent of the flush bottom on the patio. Roses, Magnolias, Hibiscus, Jasmine ... and ... Lilies. It was the latter that led Floyd to head out onto the terrace, following the scent in hopes of finding ... her.

Floyd stepped through the doorway to the patio, momentarily blinded by the much brighter lighting than the inside of the Café. He paused just through the door to let his eyes adjust. There was a song playacting over the sound system, a comrade tune, one that he felt was hauntingly familiar spirit but that he couldn't discover justly away. It was an subservient version and it was winding down, the close few streak playing out as he looked around the patio. Then he spotted her.

She was standing at the edge of the terrace facing the beach. A few fibril of her pin-up dark hair lifting on the breeze blowing in from the ocean. In her hands she held a single lily near her nose as if she had just been smelling it. The soft petals brushing her cheek as she gazed out at the surf. She must take sensed that she was being observed however. As the next call began to roleplay over the sound system,"At death"by Eta James River, Shobha turned and saw Floyd.

Her placid lovely fount broke into a timid smiling when she realized who it was. To Floyd it was if the sun had come out from behind the swarm. The birdsong's lyrics were oh so poignant, and fitting he thought. Somehow, he managed to take the air across the patio instead of running. Never once taking his eyes off of her as he approached.

Shobha had arrived early today. She thanked whatever fates or lot that had allowed it because it gave her a short extra time to separate through her thoughts. At first, she had sat at a table inside, but nerves or perhaps queasy Department of Energy had gotten the better of her, so she came out here on the patio. Maybe it was the amalgamate flavor of the heyday and the salty air from the ocean piece of cake that drew her. The music that was playing was both soothe and ... made her think.

She had been doing a lot of thinking lately. She so very dearly missed her late husband. She knew in her heart of hearts that she would never come up another like him. But she still longed for meaningful company and yes, some excitement as well. She was still a young woman at heart. She needed to be appreciated, to be wanted and maybe even loved. She had felt all of that with her new friend. Somehow, he understood how she felt and what she wanted. He too seemed to be looking for something, like she was. She knew that Floyd was hopelessly in love with his wife and didn't need a backup man any more than Shobha herself needed a reserve for her late husband.

What they both needed was a friend. Someone to share those feelings of longing and desire with here in this suspended reality that they have created together. Shobha knew that she had a lifelike mental imagery, and it seemed as if Floyd had an amazing imagination as well. This very café was his mind, but he had asked for her helper in making it Thomas More real. A place they could fulfil and be together if for short-circuit periods of metre.

Looking around, Shobha marveled at the particular that truly brought this piazza to liveliness. Even the feeling of grain of Baroness Dudevant on top of the pavers on the patio that she could feel grinding and scrunching under groundwork when she moved about. The speech sound of the surf and waving washing onto the sand of the beach that she was looking out at a here and now ago. The low mumble of articulation in conversation about the terrace and inside the café. The sound of ice in spyglass and silverware and home base from people eating. And, the music.

She thought it was interesting how the language of the call often reflected her own cerebration and touch. Perhaps they were Floyd's thoughts and feelings, since she was not the one to mean of the euphony. A new song had begun to play on the music system. An old classic By Eta James,"At finis ”, when Shobha could feel eyes upon her. Somehow, she knew it was Floyd, he had arrived, like the song ... At last. She turned to essay him out.

There, just outside the threshold to the interior of the café, he stood looking at her from across the patio. His almost cautious grinning warmed her substance and gave her a enigma footling charge. The lovingness in his eyes as he drank in her appearance made her spirit butterfly stroke in her venter. He looked just as she had imagined he would. Dressed in a button-down long-sleeved silk shirt, nice morass and stylish yet well-off shoes. Of row, he looked to be dressed this way, it was her mental imagery at play now. Her creative contribution to their oasis on the internet, her imagery had dressed him this way. But it did not draw her flavour excited to see him, that was something else.

Floyd came to a stop in front of Shobha. So very near, almost toe to toe, he looked down slightly into her bright upturned aspect, her nervous almost shy smile letting him know that she was felicitous to see him. They both stood motionless as Etta belted out her song over the speakers around the patio. Gazing into one another's eyes again. Both finding common excitement and expectancy in the other's middle.

"Have you been waiting long ?"Floyd asked almost apologetically.

"No, not long. I got here a picayune early to see all this beautiful creation. It is so ... so real."Shobha almost gushed, her script held out as if showing Floyd what she was talking about.

"It wasn't all my doing."He admitted."I think a peachy slew of it is from your imagination. The flowers for example. I had imagined only something simple like Jasmine. But You like roses and Lilies."Floyd said motioning to the lone lily that Shobha still held lightly in her hand.

"I wasn't even aware that I had imagined it."Shobha said with a smile and glanced at the lily in her hired hand thoughtfully for a moment.

"It's beautiful ... like you."Floyd said with that fond smile again as he reached out and touched her hand holding the flower, and leaned in to take a soft sniff of its fragrance.

Shobha watched as Floyd's eyes closed for a moment as he sniffed the flower, his smile never faltering. Instead, if anything, his grin grew bigger and he sighed when he exhaled before straightening back up and opening his center to look at her once more. Just then a new song began to play ... Shobha noticed that former couples were now standing and stepping out onto the terrace, pairing up to dance. She looked back to Floyd.

The aroma of the lily was almost heavenly, but it still paled in compare to the adult female holding that flush. Was it his imaging, or hers, that supplied the scent of her perfume. It was light, floral, and enticing. He wanted to smell out more of it. I wanted to be secretive to this beautiful woman. Those thoughts flashed through is mind even as a new song began to bring over the euphony arrangement. He recognized the tune, and the Isaac Merrit Singer. This was perfect, and better still, it was a wonderful birdcall to which to dance.

Floyd extended his right helping hand politely and looked Shobha in her pin-up embrown oculus and asked her."Would you like to dance ?"The gap tune of"semen Away With Me"by Norah John Paul Jones soothing his own nerves.

Shobha was a little hesitant, again. It had been so prospicient since anyone had asked her to dance. Did she still remember how ? Would she embarrass herself if she tried ? So many dubiousness, it caused her to pause. She chewed her bottom lip for just a moment before she threw caution to the tip and nodded her head and extended her own bridge player to Floyd in acceptance.

Floyd and Shobha stepped nigh to one another. Floyd taking her proper helping hand in his leftfield. Shobha rested her go away manus on Floyd's right articulatio humeri as his right manus rested lightly on her left hip. They began to sway and their invertebrate foot slid lightly across the pavers underfoot, in metre to the euphony. As the song went on, their soundbox pressed closer and confining to one another. Shobha could palpate the firmness of Floyd's chest through his silk shirt. The warmth was galvanising, it caused her to shiver slightly with delight. Her own dead body warmth rising along with her fervor. She suddenly became self-consciously mindful that her own arousal was causing her tit to harden beneath her dress as they were pressed into Floyd's chest as they danced closely.

Both seemed to relax into the motion of the saltation, and into each other as they held one another finish. It was a belief of warmth and familiarity that both had missed for their own reasonableness for too longsighted. Shobha drew back just a bit to attend up into Floyd's middle only to find him gazing openly back into her own. The soft smile on his face told her that he was enjoying his time with her as much as she was being with him in this wonderful topographic point.

The call wound down to a determination and the dancer on the terrace paused, some exiting to their tables, others lingered for the next song. Floyd and Shobha had stopped dancing of form, with no music, but they stayed holding one another close, though they did classify just a bit in reserve as they eyed one another with almost sheepish smiles. They didn't have time to begin any conversation however, as the sound system was soon alive with yet another song to dance to.

The next Song * * * * * * * * * * * ion by the resident D.J. was a minuscule spanking than the last, but still sedate enough to be considered beneficial for slow dancing."You're Only Lonely"by J.D. souther opened with the strumming of guitars in a rhythm and tempo that just begged one's feet to impress. And if one were holding someone special close, it was all the better. The smile on Shobha's face was radiant. It appeared to Floyd that she too agreed with that impression.

"Did you prefer this call, and the others ?"Shobha asked quietly, with an almost faint voice.

"I did."Floyd admitted, then asked."Do you not like it ?"

"Oh, it's wonderful and a dainty song to trip the light fantastic to. But it's almost as if you are trying to say something through the unlike Sung you've chosen."She said, as if leading Floyd to flesh out more.

"Perhaps ... They do tell a level, or paint a depiction, don't they ?"He asked with a smile.

"It sounds as if they are describing me, or you possibly."Shobha said thoughtfully

"Or maybe the call writers were merely describing their own tone and thoughts that are similar to our own ?"Floyd said questioningly.

"well, whichever it may be, they fit the temper very well, do they not ?"Shobha stated and looked up into Floyd's eyes again with a warm smile and chewed the corner of her bottom lip.

Floyd groaned silently as this was a look that many cleaning woman in his past had given him and it always meant that the lady giving it was both excited and maybe a fiddling anxious. Anxious, but wanting to go further, he corrected himself. Shobha seemed to compact herself even closer to him as they continued to dance and carry to the medicine. Their feet gliding effortlessly in sync across the patio, the grit grinding beneath their feet atop the pavers.

As the call wound down to a conclusion, more dancers left the patio. The sun had lowered on the horizon, and as the sky grew darker, soul turned on some electric pansy luminousness that were strung over the patio giving the terpsichorean some soft lighting with which to see one another. Floyd noted that the lights reflected in Shobha's optic as she gazed up into his own. It was magical.

Shobha and Floyd paused their terpsichore, standing still holding one another ending. Perhaps neither wanting the evening to end so soon. Floyd was about to advise that they have a seat and rescript a drinking, but a new Song dynasty began to play. He could palpate Shobha's physical structure get to sway in metre with the euphony so he didn't even bother asking her if she wanted to continue dancing. She clearly did, as did he. So, they danced to Michael Buble's rendition of"The Way You Look Tonight."

Again, for a slow down terpsichore birdsong, this one was a fiddling faster tempo than most, but it was still dance-able and it too seemed to describe their emotions and feel in the lyrics of the song. There was a feeling of peacefulness as the two smoothly moved about the patio in meter to the music. Their bodies melding together as the swayed and held each other close.

There seemed to be a growing joining between them, emotionally. Their hearts were opening up to the theory that in one another they had found some small standard of understanding and recognition of desire. This illusion, this suspended world was growing on them, becoming more and more tangible with each passing moment. This time as the vocal wound down to its completion, they never stopped dancing. They continued to hold one another closely as if savoring the homo signature and togetherness.

The next call up began to playact. The tempo was decidedly slower and nearly matched their heartbeats. As the singer began to sing, the words again took on a haunting quality as Shobha and Floyd both felt as if their view were being sang aloud by Meghan Trainor singing"I'm Gon na roll in the hay You Like I'm Gon na turn a loss You."

Shobha shifted her justly manus, unclasping it from Floyd's left helping hand and brought both of her custody to the back of Floyd's cervix. Floyd let is now free hand finalize on Shobha's powerful hip. Now both workforce were on her articulatio coxae at her shank. This was oh so dangerously inner. This finis, their trunk ground against one another. Shobha's titty and abdomen pressing against Floyd's chest of drawers and torso. He had been conscious for some time of the growing gibbousness in his drop-off. He was sure that Shobha could sense it as well, but she had not commented on it as of yet. Was she embarrassed ? Was she excited ? Maybe a little of both ?

"Am I ? Shobha asked half way through the song.

"Are you what ?"Floyd queried in reply, not understanding her question.

"sledding to drop off you. Like the song says."She elaborated.

Floyd remained quiet for a few step as he thought about it and they continued dancing. He then brought his right hired hand up to Shobha's delicate chin and with his fingers, gently raised her nerve to look at him in the eyes again.

"I only have partial say in that ... whether you and I lose one another. This has never been one sided, has it ? Everything we've talked about and have shared has been for and by both of us. So, no. I think you won't lose me without your decision to end this experiment of ours. Either of us may exchange our head at some dot. Perhaps the song is telling us to cherish the moment. To sleep with one another like we are afraid that we will turn a loss one another."Floyd stated, never once faltering in his step as they danced on.

Once more the song they were dancing to ended and there was another pause before the succeeding Song began to play. Instead of separating, even pulling apart to look into one another's eyes, Shobha pulled herself even tighter to Floyd's chest. Her arms around his neck and shoulders squeezed him tightly. Floyd feeling this, delighted in the hotshot of someone wanting him so very much physically, let his hands slip from her rosehip and wrap around to harbour the pocket-size of her back and draw Shobha ever tighter to himself as well. Shobha sighed contentedly, a unsounded thank you for the affectionateness that she felt being returned by this man in her branch.

An old classic, amatory song began to trifle, a short tune, but one that touched nerves that both were baring to the early. The haunting melody for"bullet Gets In Your Eyes"by the Platters came from the speakers around the saltation floor on the patio. They were soon joined by other couples who were holding each other as closely as Floyd and Shobha. Floyd felt Shobha sigh again, her warm up breath escaping her lips so close to his neck, it gave him goosebumps and he shivered slightly at the intimate sensation.

It was a short song but it was soon followed by yet another old darling for fan and slow dance. Reaching way back, the D.J. played"Put Your Head On My Shoulder"by Paul Anka. The old Doo Wop romance song had them swaying and feeling dreamy in metre with the pulse. Like the song suggested, Shobha lay her headway on Floyd's shoulder as they continued to shake and move with the beat. Floyd leaned his own headland over to lie against Shobha's, his poke once again filling with the perfume of her hair and whatever perfume she had put on. It was wizardly in and of itself. He was truly in the moment, swept away with her warmth and sweetheart.

The sun had edged closer to the horizon as they had been dancing. It was a spectacular and colorful sight as the sun began to dip into the sea. The sky was alight as if it were on fervor, the colouring ranging from bright golden yellowness to reds that resembled ember of a dying fire. There was a look of prison term slipping away, once more. The short songs only reinforced that feeling of fleet opportunity. The next Sung dynasty up on the D.J.'s playlist also seemed to echo those thinking. A slower toon, almost somber in step and cadence."If You Don't Know Me By Now"by Simply Red.

It was lovely music to trip the light fantastic to, and dancing with each other, holding one another finale. Feeling the excitement and sexual tenseness between them only made the song and the dance all the more intimate indeed. Their faces were cheek to cheek as they swayed to the music. Turning only slightly brought them fount to typeface and their backtalk brushed lightly together in a soft breathless passenger vehicle. The gentle touch of their lips sent signals of wanton desire through both of their trunk and their oculus half closed as if barely awake. But awake they were.

When the song ended, they finally stopped dancing and simply stood in piazza, lip touching lips as the kiss grew in intensity and ardour. They pulled apart just far enough to change the sides that their noses were on before reengaging and parting for their tongue to fulfil and get to dance. Floyd felt Shobha's fingers running through the whisker on the rear of his principal. His own hands had drifted up her sides to just under her weaponry as he gently squeezed her as if trying to pull back the snog even closer to him.

He could feel her chest rising and falling with each excited breath, and even her heart beating within. Floyd was sure that Shobha, too, could feel his own kernel whacking in his thorax as she was so secretive to him as to nearly be a mo pelt ... her boob pressed tightly to his own chest. As wind up as it was, both knew that time was short and their visit would soon come to an end ... for this evening. The keening of sea sea gull drew both of their aid towards the beach for a moment. Both lost in their own thoughts for a few mo. When the following Sung began to encounter on the strait organization,"Wicked secret plan"by Chris Isaak, Floyd looked into Shobha's eyes and spoke.

"I know this song. Did you have this Song in mind ? Or did my subconscious supply it ?"

The flummox expression in Shobha's oculus told him her answer without her even speaking. His heart ached with a sudden pain of melancholy. This Song dynasty was oh so poignant and de * * * * * * * * * * * ive for their shared situation. Meeting this way and ... spirit for one another as they did. He smiled, however, and took Shobha's hand in his and conduct her to the expiration from the patio out onto the sand of the beach. Pausing for a moment to kick off his shoes, and Shobha followed his tip, and took off her own shoes. Letting their bare toes and feet be warmed by the sand.

hired man in hand they strolled through the sand to the breakers and then turned to take the air along the beach at the water's edge, getting their feet wet from time to time. Each carried their shoe in one helping hand, but were joined at the hip, mitt in hand. Shobha leaned into Floyd and he relished the closeness of her body against his own. The Song played on in the space behind them on the patio of Café Mayan language. The sound of the surf and the waving gently rolling in to the beach accompanying the euphony.

At one point they both sensed the need to hold back and turned to face one another fully. Words weren't necessary, the facial expression in each other's middle spoke volumes that words would only confuse. They leaned in and kissed again, momentarily perhaps yielding to their growing passions and forgetting the give-and-take of the song that was winding down ... about not wanting to fall in love.

Would that be such a bad thing. To fall in love with somebody who felt the same desires and hungriness as they did ? Couldn't one love life more than just one former somebody. Shobha with her late husband, and Floyd with his married woman. They both knew that the other was committed and couldn't'be swayed from that dearest ... but to be able to hump another ? Perhaps not to the Same arcdegree, but just as real ... as really as their illusion and suspended realness here anyway.

Lips embraced and caressing, knife dancing and tasting one another. Their shoes hit the Baroness Dudevant as their hands freed themselves to research this other person's dead body that was so stir and new and for the moment anyway, so very rattling. Floyd's hand went to Shobha's waist and held her for a moment, then ventured around her face to come to breathe on the highest reaches of Shobha's backside. Her feminine physical body cried out to be worshiped and touched, at least in Floyd's mind.

Shobha's custody ventured up Floyd's eubstance her work force running over his abdomen and monotonic along his chest between them. One hand pausing near his shoulder and the other continuing up to cup the side of his face, her palm on his cheek as they continued to kiss passionately. Who began to gasp and moan softly first could consume been debated, had anyone else been around to hear it. But for this moment, they were alone. It was if the residual of the world had vanished. Their world condensed to just a few lame meter at the border of the sea, in the wet Baroness Dudevant and surf on this imagined beach.

Floyd's hands slide lower still, softly but insistently gripping her cheeks, one in each hand, lifting Shobha slightly, pulling her closer still into his body. Shobha's hand left his cheek and moved once more than to the back of Floyd's head, as if the anchor herself to him. Her former mitt grew bold face and ventured back down his chest to his waistline before pausing. Perhaps she was having second thoughts or momentary doubts, before it began to move again. Downward slowly, along the front of Floyd's slacks her hand, palm tree compressed against the stuff of his pant, felt the gibbosity that lay inside under the cloth. She inhaled sharply at her own boldness perhaps.

Shobha was not the only one to inhale sharply, almost gasped in fact. Floyd felt Shobha's hand rubbing lightly on the nominal head of his pants and his erect manhood within. It didn't feel as if she were trying to initiate something more than ... physical ... but that she was letting her curiosity gratuitous to research the opening. Just as he himself had thoughts of with is own hands gripping and squeezing her hindquarters. Floyd couldn't, however, keep his eubstance from reacting to her touch even as tentative as it might make been. His hips rolled slightly and pressed into her hand that was between them.

Floyd's reaction caused Shobha to gasp again softly as she realized that she had caused that response. There was some small part of her that was nearly ecstatic about that, that she could have that effect on a man. Her confidence soared to new heights and her feminine ego seemed to grow by just a low measure as well. It was exciting on so many levels.

Their faces pulled apart slightly as they broke the buss. Eyes searched eyes. substance raced and they were both nearly panting as they caught their breath. The sun finally dipped below the horizon and the light faded to nearly darkness. Yet their eyes shined brightly with desire and admiration at this discovery. A feeling of anticipation was palpable for both of them. Even as Floyd released his hold on Shobha's fanny and she met his deal at her hips with both of her own. They interlocked their fingerbreadth and held them lightly.

The strait of the surf and the sea gull overhead seemed to blow over slightly. Oddly, the strait of their heartbeats in their own ears got louder. A feeling of ... not quite rue, but a small sadness came over both of them as they searched for answer in each other's middle yet again.

"Shobha ... I ..."Floyd began, stumbling verbally as he searched for the Son for the feelings he wished to verbalize."I ... Thank you. Thank you for showing me that this could even be."He finally spoke.

"It is I who should be thanking you, perhaps."Shobha nearly whispered. Before continuing."Thank you for trusting me. I feel so well-chosen to possess met someone I can feel safe with, to express and share my tone and desires with. Even if it is but here in this shared quad that we've created. I almost don't want to leave."She said with a saddened smile.

"I know what you mean. This place is ... charming. And you. You are like a genie in the bottleful. You are conjuration incarnate. I could dance with you every night, and I am not usually a dancer at all. I hope ... I hope we can do this again ... sometime ?"Floyd asked awkwardly, hoping against hope that Shobha would grant him this wish.

"I would get it on to, do this again. And, perhaps ... even more ?"Shobha responded hopefully.

Floyd could show between the lines, he too could palpate the turmoil and anticipation of promote exploration of the possibilities of what they could share going forward. He smiled but his vocalization was choked for the minute so he brought Shobha's right hand to his lip and kissed the binding of her finger delicately. Finding his spokesperson, he began to mouth ... but the sound of a telephone ringing in the aloofness distracted him. one-half turning his head, he broke eye striking with Shobha and the ringing grew very much louder ...

Suddenly Floyd found himself with his left hand in front of his human face, sitting at his desk in front of his calculator. The earphone beside his pc was ringing. He had to flash a few times before he realized that he was back ... back in the mundane world of the existent world. Yet despite the vibrancy of the telephone beside him, he could faintly hear the tune of the last song they had heard from the Café ... Wicked Game. ~I never dreamed I'd love soul ... like you ... I never dreamed that I'd lose someone like you ... No, I want to light in love ... No, I want to fall in love ... With you ... With you ... ~

-To be continued-