By the time he got outside, Jake realised that he had made a terrible mistake. It was around 3 am, the park was empty, and the surrounding streets desolated. Besides the people leaving the bar in similar conditions to him, there was scarcely anyone outside. He felt dizzy. The people inside, once noticed that he was obviously not from around, invited him for drinks. A lot of drinks. He was surprised he hadn’t yet puked. At least the barkeep, a girl roughly his age, handed him a bottle of cold water before he left.
Knowing very little of the world around him, but aware of the time, he began walking back to the hotel. It was around an hour and an empty bottle of water later when it began to dawn on him. He was hopelessly lost. Checking his phone, the damn device awoke just enough to show the time before its battery died. Sighing painfully, Jake looked around. For a couple minutes he tried to find something, anything he recognised from the days he spent here. He almost gave up, considering that a nearby bench might just work. However, as he walked over he noticed the familiar shape of the church he could see from his hotel room’s balcony. It was on a small hill, and while he was clearly on the wrong side of it, it was at least a clear waypoint.
Thus he began walking, his delirious state clearing up in the night. He had to take a number of rests as he climbed the small hill that overlooked the city, but found the challenge reminiscent of what he did when he was still in university. He was much older now and his body simply couldn’t perform the same way as it used to. Especially when it came to drinking.
The small, thin, almost maze-like roads were difficult to navigate. Though as he passed a group of young girls, he thought that maybe it wasn’t that difficult. While he was at least able to fit though the thin twisting alleys, the three almost twelve feet tall girls had to turn sideways to be able to squeeze through. They were clearly drunk, their dresses covered in patches of red wine spots. They barely noticed him, only giving him enough space to pass before continuing their discussions and walking away..
He reached the church’s garden not too long after. He was tired and dizzy, gasping for air in the hot night weather. He stood by a tree for a bit, when the ground quaked again. It has been doing it a lot during the evenings. The wind picked up, washing over him. He lost his balance, and fell on the cobblestone.
The stone was cold, and felt nice, luckily he was drunk enough to feel nothing of the pain. Still he decided to rest a bit. The night sky was glorious, being elevated above the cityscape the stars were shining bright above him. The winds picked up again, the leaves on the trees above him and surrounding his vision shaking more violently then any time before this night.
He sat up, hearing a deep feminine sigh reverberating in the air enveloping him, the hill and the entire city. He squinted, seeing them, or at least thinking that he could see them. Standing up he walked towards the source of it all.
Once at the stone wall that surrounded the church garden, he sat down on a nearby bench. He sighed, taking a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it. It wasn’t that dark anymore, or at least not in the direction in which he gazed. Their motions were hypnotic, their bodies almost melting into each other in the hazy vision he had of them.
He saw them as the plane landed, their glorious youthful bodies drawing his eyes from the cabin window. Beyond comprehension, they rested, their bodies sprawling covering vast areas of the farmlands that surrounded the city. As the plane took a turn, its interior was illuminated in the golden glow of their spotless glistening skin. As the doors of the crowded flight opened, their scent rushed inside filling the lungs of everyone onboard. He could see them, or at least parts of them while taking the taxi from the airport. Their toes, breasts, heads poking above the horizon. Their voices filled the sky, dominating most other noises in the city, he wasn’t sure what language it was, probably Swedish or German but he didn’t know.
At night, they relished each other's bodies. Intertwined, gasping, sighing, begging for air and release, they pleasured each other for hours. Their warm bodies aching with unimaginable amounts of tension, drowning the city in the musk of the sexes, and the heat of their skin. The taller squealed, her back arching somewhat, her breasts becoming more visible as her peer went down on her chest kissing its surface. Breasts the size of villages heaved upwards into the sky, pushing some nearby clouds apart. Then she lowered herself, gently, as gently as a twenty year old girl could when she was ravaged like this. The ground quaked, the leaves bristled above.
He watched, his cigarette almost untouched by his lips mesmerized by them as they experienced something that no one in this city ever will.