This story was originally published at Sensual Stories web site. It was well received by several people. Then I was talking to my good friend Farrah J. Phoenix, and we were talking about how cool it would be to re-write the story from the female perspective. The story was originally posted also at Sensual Stories site. I have republished both stories here. Enjoy and special thank you to Farrah J. Phoenix!
The delivery came as a complete surprise. The only thing in the package was note & a hotel key, “The Regency, Room 425, 7:00 pm tonight. Anna.”
I was completely floored. I had met Anna a short time ago. It was a chance meeting in the airport brought about courtesy of a wild summer storm. We started talking in the airport lounge and we quickly hit it off. We shared so much in common, it was like we had known each other our entire lives. What started out as dinner soon turned into 2 a.m. We exchanged our information then went our separate ways. While it had been a pleasant way to spend an extended layover, I thought I would never see her again.
I arrived at the Regency at 6:00 pm, nervous beyond belief. I paced the lobby like a restless cat. I had a drink in the bar, but I just could not work the nerves out of myself. I was happy I would get to see Anna again, but why her hotel room? I knew she was happily married with children, and she would never do anything to jeopardize that. I finally gained enough composure to take the elevator to the 4th floor.
Walking slowly down the hall, I arrived at Room 425, glancing at my watch–it was 6:58. “Moment of truth,” I said to myself. I slipped the card into the slot, halfway hoping it wouldn’t work. The light flashed green and the door opened. Swallowing my nervousness, I entered the room. At first, all I could see was a darkened room. The door clicked shut behind me, and the light of several candles bathed the room in a soft glow. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, my other senses went into overdrive. I caught the smell of roses and jasmine in the air, heard the soft music playing from the stereo.
It took a moment to identify the voice of Chris Isaak. I recognized the song that was just ending, “Kings of the Highway” and suddenly froze in my tracks. The next song would be “Wicked Game,” and Anna had mentioned that Chris Isaak got her “in the mood” and “Wicked Game” was especially erotic. The haunting melody began to play.
The world was on fire
No one could save me but you
Strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I’d meet somebody like you
And I never dream that I’d lose somebody like you
The door to the bathroom swung open, and Anna was silhouetted in the bright doorway. Once again my eyes were forced to adjust and when they did, breath caught in my throat.
She stood there, wearing a man’s white dress shirt. “Hello, Ron. I’m so very glad you could make it.” She walked over to me, slowly, letting the words of the song carry her across the room. The smile on her face also contained desire and lust.
No, I don’t want to fall in love [This love is only gonna break your heart]
No, I don’t want to fall in love [This love is only gonna break your heart]
With You
With You
Anna kissed me on the cheek, took my hand and led me to the sofa. She gently pushed at my chest, indicating she wanted me to sit. After making sure I was sitting properly, her smile grew more…enigmatic, but the fire in her eyes threatened to consume me.
What a wicked game you play
To make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do
To let me dream of you
Slowly unbuttoning my shirt, her cool hands snaked around my chest and torso, sending shivers through me. The shivers were intensified by the lyrics of the song still playing in the background.
What a wicked thing to say
You never felt this way
Anna leaned over and kissed me again, this time on my lips. Her kiss gentle, almost sweet. But something just seemed to change in an instant. Her lips began to devour mine with pent up desire. It seemed like years of passion were locked up inside her, desire that had never seenthe light of day with her husband. It was like a hurricane had been unleashed in front of me. Her lips seethed and searched, her hunger so very evident.
What a wicked thing to do
To make me dream of you
And I don’t want to fall in love [This love is only gonna break your heart]
And I don’t want to fall in love[This love is only gonna break your heart]
Her seeking lips left mine and she gazed hungrily at me. Anna’s face and eyes were wild with the same passion I felt in her kiss. Her hands toyed with the hem of her shirt, then slowly moved to unbutton the bottom two buttons, revealing her bare stomach and naked pelvis. I was drawn to the pale white skin like a moth to a flame. As I drew nearer, the scent of her desire overwhelmed me. My arms wrapped around her waist as I kissed her belly and wandered lower.
The world was on fire
No one could save me but you
My lips brushed against the edges of her flower, sending shudders throughout her body. The first touch of my tongue as it joined my lips in their exploration, Anna grabbed my head and pushed me back. For the second time tonight, my breath caught in the very core of my being. Anna had finished unbuttoning her shirt and her naked body was revealed to my hungry gaze. Taking my hand, she pulled me from the couch to the side of the bed.
I never dreamed that I’d love somebody like you
I never dreamed I’d lose somebody like you
She quickly removed the rest of my clothing and molded her gloriously naked form to mine in a sensual embrace. My cock swelled and hardened, pressing against her and stirring an animal from her throat. Our bodies moved as one, and we fell to the bed. She had strewn rose petals on the bed before my arrival, but the only thing I could smell was her need. Anna grasped my swollen member and guided it to her wet opening.
No I don’t wanna fall in love[This love is only gonna break your heart]
No I don’t wanna fall in love[This love is only gonna break your heart]
With you
With you
As I entered her pussy, the storm washed over me again and possessed me. Her legs captured my body and pulled me in deeper. Her pelvis controlled the rhythm and tempo of our lovemaking. I tried to gain control, but the storm that was Anna would not let me loose. The pounding waves of her pelvis crashed against the shore of my body, pushed ever deeper by her legs around me. As I wondered just how much longer I could last, the storm reached its peak. The throes of her orgasm nearly dislodged me from my delicate vantage. I hung onto her as if our lives depended on it, trying so desperately to be the anchor keeping her from being torn from the shores of life. My body released itself into her, adding the final part of the storm that pushed her into oblivion. I laid there, my throbbing cock slowly sinking into quiet , waiting for her ecstatic voyage to end.
Nobody loves no one
Our mutual passion controlled our actions, kisses, touches, desire growing and subsiding again and again. The only discernible sounds were our moans orgasmic cries. Consciousness soon left us both, knowing only the feeling of sated bodies against each other. The last thing I remember as blissful slumber took me was the final refrain.
Nobody loves no one
When I awoke the next morning, I was alone. The scent in the room and the state of the bed revealed to me it had not been a dream. I slowly sat up, searching for any clue of Anna’s presence. Hearing nothing, I rose from the bed and spied a note taped to the mirror.
Not wanting to read the contents of the note. I forced myself to the mirror and took the note. The only words on the paper caused me to stumble backwards onto the bed and weep.
I never dreamed I’d love somebody like you
I never dreamed that I’d lose somebody like you
My dear, sweet Anna. May you find the happiness you so desperately seek.
And now for the story from Anna’s perspective! I am not ashamed to say that it truly gave me chills!
Hazel eyes stare back at me through the bathroom mirror of room 425 of The Regency Hotel. Eyes that reveal the inner longings of my heart. Longings mocked and tortured by the wedding band visible as I line my eyes with charcoal. I know I shouldn’t be here but I have to be.
Too long have I lived my life in service to others denying myself even the smallest pleasures. Before I met Ron I hadn’t thought twice about self sacrifice. That’s what marriage and motherhood is all about right? Putting aside yourself and living for others? If that’s the truth then why do I find myself in this hotel bathroom awaiting the arrival of a man, not my husband?
A summer storm had grounded my flight to Florida a few weeks back. It was suppose to be a weekend with the girls. The kids were at summer camp and my husband, Keith, was off at a golf tournament all weekend. I was going to meet the girls in Florida, enjoy the sun, pamper myself at a spa, just take some time for me. Instead, I found myself drinking in the airport lounge. This is where I met Ron.
Neither of us is the kind of person who would stand out in a crowded room. Years of marriage and parenthood has taken it’s toll and left us both looking rather plain. Yet there was a light that radiated from Ron. An inner passion that made his eyes sparkle. Speaking with him over dinner and through to the wee hours of the morning was like having two long lost souls reunited. Parts of my heart, long since closed off, had opened allowing desire, passion and renewed love to pour out.
When we parted, just shortly after 2am, I could not stop thinking about him. I love my husband and children. I would never leave them but the connection I felt with Ron was deeper and stronger than anything I had experienced before.
That connection is what has brought me here tonight. The invitation to meet me at 7:00pm was sent to Ron via courier. Rose petals lightly dusted over the bed and across the room. The smell of jasmine fills the room, teasing my nostrils, exciting my senses. Candlelight flickers off the walls casting shadows that looks like people dancing. They are dancing to the sound of Chris Isaak, the sound that above all others drives my body into a state of passionate longing.
Scenes flip through my mind like a viewfinder, sending a shiver down my spine. Keith on our wedding day, smiling bright, rogue tears threatening escape. My laughing little girls running through the sprinkler. Then Ron, dear sweet Ron. Vaguely I see his face but the eternal soul behind his ice blue eyes weaves itself effortlessly with my yearning soul, becoming one in the ether of the universe. Another shiver overwhelms me. I grip the edge of the sink, desperate to hold onto some form of reality. Even the smooth finish of the porcelain feels somehow surreal.
The door to the hotel room clicks shut beyond the bathroom. My heart stops. He’s here. Sensing him so close I feel weak. Like a puff of smoke meeting a gusting breeze I can feel my reservations lifting from me. I completely give in to my need, my desire, my unquenchable thirst for true intimacy. As a lonely wolf calls out in the night, Chris Isaak’s “Wicked Game” calls to me, filling me to overflowing with a craving for cherished closeness.
Heart pounding, body blazing I stand to meet my lover. I can feel him inside of me already. Our souls commence their union. I open the door to him standing among the flickering candlelight, showing the blazing desire in his eyes.
The world was on fire
No one could save me but you
Strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I’d meet somebody like you
And I never dreamed that I’d lose somebody like you
“Hello, Ron. I’m so very glad you could make it.”
I approach my soul mate, Chris Isaak revealing my innermost thoughts.
No, I don’t want to fall in love (this love is only gonna break your heart)
No, I don’t want to fall in love (this love is only gonna break your heart)
With You
With You
With Ron, is the only place I want to be right now. I take his hand in mine, kissing his warm cheek gently, my heart spilling over as warmth rushes toward it. Guiding him toward the sofa, I playfully urge him to sit with a light shove on his strong chest. My whole body is blushing. I wonder if he sees it. The cheeky smile on his face endears me to him, melting me completely.
What a wicked game you play
To make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do
To let me dream of you
Straddling Ron’s lap, I feel the heat rising from his swollen pleasure. My body responds. I want him with everything I am. Every cell in my body screams for his touch. I press my lips against his, allowing our bond to tighten, passion igniting. Years of unacknowledged longing burst from deep inside of me and I can no longer restrain. Our bodies draw in to each other close and closer still. Lips search each other hungrily.
I feel Ron shudder as my hands grasp at his exposed flesh. He is as affected as I am. Yearnings combine, passions release. Pulling me close Ron tastes the flesh of my belly. Moans escape as I let my head fall backward. Wandering lips make love to my belly then lower, gently brushing the delicate petals below. My breath is heavy. I shudder when I feel the tease of his tongue between his luscious lips, my body wakens intensely. Nipples tighten. Skin surges with heat.
Grasping Ron’s head I push him away. I love the look on his face. As though I am the most beautiful being he has ever seen. I feel beautiful with him. I feel special with him. Like I’m the only person in the world. Tonight, we are the only people in the world. Two souls, infinite possibilities.
Together we stand, slowly walking towards the edge of the bed. My hands release him from the clothes that remain, freeing his natural form to be accepted in to my embrace. Moulded together as one, our flesh presses against each other. Ron’s obvious pleasure excites me. I throb with excitement allowing the scent of desire to seep between us.
We fall together on to the rose petal bed. Now is the time for the peak of intimacy. I need him. Only Ron can make me feel as I’ve longed to feel in a man’s arms. Tenderly I embrace the evidence of his passion and press it to my beaconing opening. Legs wrap his waist pulling him deep. The sensation of being full up with Ron’s love is beyond any ecstasy experienced with any other. My hips control the rhythm and force of our lovemaking. I feel the power of Ron’s pleasure, his struggle to contain himself. This excites me more. Shivers continually shudder through my pelvis and over my skin. Our moans fill the room as we rock together to the edge of orgasmic bliss.
The force of our mutual release requires us to grip each other tightly so as not to disconnect. Ron fills me with his orgasm amplifying the already uncontrollable tidal waves of ecstasy. Our bodies shudder together. Heavy breaths subsiding together.
Completely united, body and soul, the evening is spent responding to each other’s desires.
The sun creeping over the horizon gently guides me back to my reality. Ron sleeps quietly as I pack my bags, prepared to return to my life of commitment. I post a note on the mirror and glimpse another view of my souls true match. I pray he knows how much this has meant to me. How he unlocked a piece of my heart that had been forgotten. Ron, would never be forgotten.
Grabbing my bags I re-enter the real world, leaving behind the words of my heart:
I never dreamed I’d love somebody like you
I never dreamed that I’d lose somebody like you