It was a crisp fall morning. The breeze was lightly blowing the fallen leaves across the ground.The trees turning the most amazing colors. I sat in my rocker with a cup of coffee and watched as my dog tried chasing the leaves here and there. He was such a funny and spoiled little thing. It was just good to relax and relieve the stress I had been under. My health problems. Health problems of family members. Being the oldest girl amongst 5 kids had its drawbacks. Now that out mother was gone, it seem I became the Matriarch. The one trying to hold the family together. So for onece I just sat quietly with no worries.
Almost falling asleep, I heard the phone ring. I decided not to bother. For once whoever it was could handle their own problems. Finally deciding to go in and figure out what to make for lunch, I checked my messages. There was one. All it said was meet me at a certain place. I played the message over and over trying to figure out who that voice belonged to. I knew it but couldn't put my finger on it. So I just deleted it. About an hour later the phone rand again and I let the machine pick it up. The same voice. The same message. Every hour that call came. I know that voice I lept thinking to myself.
Finally around 6pm I decided I would take a chance and meet whoever it was at the destination required. I dressed nicely, not knowing what kind of place I was gong to. So i dorve to the address adn it was a very elite hotel. When I oulled up, a valet opened my door for me and welcomed me. I was thinking, impressive. As I entered the lobby, the beauty of it was breath taking. The large cascades of flowers, the Queen Ann furniture. Still looking around, a very dapper man approached me and asked my name. Wen I told him, he asked that I follow him. Figuring this was a very public place I was safe from any harm. He led me up the stairs and took me to the top floor. I had to pinch myself because I knew I had to be dreaming.
Entering one of the suites, I was transported into a whole new era. The massive bed draped in sheer organza, the chintz funiture looking almost to delicate to sit on. A small intimate fire lit in the fireplace. And Champagne and a try of fruit sitting on the small table. Bowing gracefully out of the and closing the door. I wondered what the hell I had gotten myself into. There was a note sitting on the tray. The embossed envelope told me that whoever this was had good tastes. Opening it and reading it, all it stated was to have a seat and a glass of champagne. I figured why not. If anything happened I could always scream for help. But something told help would not be what i was screaming for.
I sat and gazed a the fire, slowly sipping the champagne. It put me in an almost tranquil state of mind. Not paying attention to my surroundings. I did not hear the footsteps coming up behind me. All at once I felt someone lean over me and whisper in my ear, "Trust Me". For some reason I did. Closing my eyes to listen to the sound of his voice, telling me what he wanted, my breathing started getting heavy in my chest. My breasts rising and falling with each word he spoke.
All of a sudden I felt a blind fold put over my eyes. But for some reason I was not afraid. For some unknown reason I trusted him. Slowly he took my hand and led me. Letting loose of it he slowly started undressing me. Kissind each sensitive spot of my skin as he did so. The man was seducing me into another world. Finally naked in front of him, he led me to the jacuzzi. Stepping in, I coudl feel the bubbles surounding my body. The scent was intoxicating. Slowly and with purpose he washed and massage me. Taking away any stress I had ever known. Telling me to stand, he wrapped a large warm towel around me. Vigorously drying me, and making my senses highten.
Taking my hand again he led me to the bed. Laying me upon with gentle care. Slowly I felt his lips and tongue tasting every part of me. Making me want more. Making me feels things that I had not felt since a relationship I was in, ended over a year ago. This need that was growing inside me was becoming to intense. Grabbing his face even though I could not see it, I kissed him with everything I had in me. All the pent up passion and frustrations. Deeper and deeper the kiss became. Suddenly he entered me. Filling me to my very soul. Making me feel that there was no other place on earth that existed. There were no problems anywhere. The was only passion and lovemaking.
Intensifying his speed, I suddenly reached up and tore the blindfold off. It was my ex. He always knew somehow when things were getting too rough for me. And he would always think of something to relieve it. Well, he had done it again. Staring into his eyes, and gently stroking his face, I could see a question in them. Should he stop? Should he let go of me now that I knew it was him? I gave him his answer. Raising my hips so that he buried himself deeper inside me. Rotating them slightly to let him know that if he did not continue I would. Suddenly grabbing me tighly in his arms, he continued to make sweet, mad, passionate love to me until we both found out release with muted groans silenced by a kiss.
Spent, he lad his body on top of mine and gently laid his head between my breasts. This man knew me better than I knew myself sometimes. And this was one of those times.
