Night Visitor

"We have a great cheesecake."

Looking at the selections, he handed the menu back.

"No, I think I'll just have some coffee." Thinking the better of it, he called to her.

"No, wait, I'd like some Bailey's in that."

She smiled.

"You got it!"

He sat quietly sipping his coffee as she returned to check on the other customer at the bar. He heard them chatting and caught the occasional laugh as they shared something humorous. Otherwise the place was quiet. He reflected on past times out with colleagues and friends, smiling to himself at the memories. His recollections brought him quickly around, as they always did, to past times with his wife. He missed her at times like this. But then, she would be here tomorrow. He was elated at the thought. Maybe he would bring her by here and let her listen to the amusing stories about her husband. She wouldn't believe a thing they said of course, but she would enjoy hearing the stories anyway.

Finishing his coffee he signaled Kelly for the bill. She came over and started to collect his dishes and smiled at him.

"Have a great night sir!"

After a moment's confusion, he said, "The bill.."

"It's on the house. Our way of thanking you for getting involved."

"What? No, come on... pick up my bar bill but let me at least pay for the meal."

She just grinned and shook her head.

"No, sir, manager's orders. Your money is no good in here tonight."

"Well, thank you. But here, this is for the chat and the service. I insist." He placed a twenty dollar bill on the bar.

"And to defray some of the costs starving students invariably incur."

She smiled. "Thank you, sir."

Standing, he began to put on his coat and scarf.

"Thanks for the chat, Kelly. Have a great night."

He made his way towards the entrance.

#

He wrapped his scarf and coat tightly about him, buttoning his coat as he passed through by the cashier.

"Have a good evening, sir."

He smiled and replied, "Thanks, you too."

He turned left outside the door to the restaurant and began his walk towards the hotel. The wind was at his back this time, which made the walk a bit more comfortable. Once again he took note of all the people out making their way towards various destinations. It seemed remarkable to him as in his home town the downtown streets were all but deserted after about six pm. He noticed people sitting at tables by the windows of the bars and restaurants he passed by talking, laughing and sharing a good time. He recalled similar experiences when he was in college, meeting up with the gang at one watering hole or another to talk about the day and share a laugh.

As he made his way along he noticed a couple embracing just outside the entrance to a bar half a block ahead of him, They turned and began to walk in the same direction he was heading holding hands. He smiled to himself thinking that in twenty-four hours or so he and his wife might be at the same spot doing the same thing as this young couple. Tomorrow night they would make their way back to his room and once there, talk and make love. He could smell the shampoo in her hair and her perfume on her neck, feeling the soft warmth of her in his embrace...

He was startled from his reverie by a group exiting one of the restaurants and nearly collided with them. He side-stepped them and smiled,

"Oops, beg your pardon!" They all laughed and headed off the other way.

Now where was he again? Holding his wife? Too late, the daydream was gone. He crossed the street to the hotel and headed through the revolving door. Maybe tomorrow, he thought with a sigh, but tonight only an empty room. He wouldn't even be able to hear her voice tonight since she was getting the kids where they needed to go and preparing to join him.

He rode the elevator, alone this trip, thinking about the flight schedules she might have had to choose from and possible arrival times. He knew if she left early morning she could arrive as soon as one or two pm. He left the elevator and strode down the hall towards his room.

#

He slid the keycard into the lock and withdrew it. The indicator light flashed red. Frowning, he tried again; same result. He cursed silently and tried one last time. This time the indicator flashed green and he heard the lock click open. He opened the door to his darkened room, recalling how he had turned everything out on his way out the door. Preparing himself for near total darkness as the door latched behind him he was mildly surprised to find himself bathed in the soft glow of light from the nightlife showing through the open drapes.

Taking his coat off he passed the bathroom door and opened the closet to hang his coat. Turning towards the windows again he frowned, not remembering opening the drapes before. He reached behind himself and caught the closet door, swinging it closed as he regarded the nightlight out the window. He rested his hands momentarily on his hips as he considered the mystery of the open drapes. If the maid had already done her turndown service, she would have left a lamp burning and the TV playing the hotel entertainment menu.

Suddenly he felt arms sliding under his and up over his shoulders as if to place him in a full nelson. He jumped and gasped, becoming aware of two things simultaneously: a warm, decidedly female body pressing against him from behind, and a sweet, earthy perfume. At first he thought maybe it was his wife playing a trick, but the perfume was not her brand and he realized the itineraries would not have allowed her to make it here since she left her message for him earlier. He felt as well as heard a whisper at his ear.

"Whoa, take it easy big guy. Relax, no-one's going to do anything rash."

Noticing the hands that had slid up under his arms had stopped at his shoulders, he relaxed a bit and started to turn around. The hands and arms tightened their hold on him and she whispered in his ear.

"No, no. Don't turn around. Just relax. Don't talk, don't try to turn around, and we'll both enjoy this a lot more."

"Who are you?" He asked.

One of the arms slid higher and gently swatted him behind his head. The arm returned to it's original position and the whisper in his ear continued.

"You don't follow directions well, do you? I promise you will have a very enjoyable experience, but in order for that to happen you must listen and co-operate. Can you do that? For you as well as for me?"

He was still nervous and unsure of whether to go along. He could hear nothing save slow breathing behind him and the warmth of her breath on his ear and neck. He decided to play along and see where this went.

"Okay." He said drawing it out with a tone of uncertainty.

The whispering resumed. "Just relax and place yourself in my hands. Now no more talking. I may ask you a question, but it will require only a yes or no answer; simply nod or shake your head, do not speak. Okayso far?"

He nodded and felt a quick swipe of a warm tongue on his earlobe.

"Very good, already taking directions. I am going to ask you to do some simple things. They will require no explanation or directions, so just do as I ask. I promise you will enjoy the result. Okay?"

He nodded.

Slowly, he felt the hands that had been holding his shoulders begin to slide across his chest and abdomen slowly covering every square inch between his belt and collar. He felt a woman's head lean against the back of his neck as the hands continued their tour. Shortly, they returned to their original position and she lifted her head to whisper again.

"Take off your jacket. Remember, do not turn around.""

He was still wearing his blazer. The arms slid out from around him and she stepped back and helped him off with it. He wasn't sure what happened to it as the closet was still closed and they were several feet from the nearest bed which was in front of him. She pressed herself back up against him and her arms resumed their earlier position. Without his jacket in the way he could now feel her in much more detail and he could feel the softness of her breasts against his back realizing there was not much in the way of material between them.

She reached up to the front of his neck and loosened his tie, pulling it out from around his neck and making it, too, disappear.

"Unbutton your shirt."

He hesitated.

"Please." The whisper more a statement than a request.

He slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

Her hands slid under his shirt to glide gently across his skin, gently flicking his nipples and playing in his belly button. She withdrew her hands from under his shirt and pulled his shirttails from his trousers and eased it down over his shoulders.

"Pull your arms out of the sleeves." The shirt joined his tie and blazer, wherever they were.

He jumped as he felt a soft kiss at the base of his neck. Her hands resumed their exploration starting with gentle pinches of his nipples then continuing their way over his torso. This time they slid up and down his sides and he could feel her lean back to allow their passage over his shoulder blades and the tops of his shoulders.

This was starting to get out of hand. He needed to put a stop to this quickly, As pleasurable as this promised to be, he was determined to remain true to his wife.

"Look, I'm happily married and- "

Another gentle swat to the back of the head.

"Shh. I know. And so does she."

Wait, what?? Did she just whisper that...

"You sweet man! I'm not going to ruin the moment with a long explanation, but she told me something like this would come up and I should tell you to 'smell the roses'. She knows you would know what that means."

He was caught short by that. 'Smell the roses' was the phrase they bantered back and forth whenever his wife was deal-hunting and window shopping, She always told him it was her way of stopping to smell the roses and enjoy the little things. She was always trying to get him to relax more and find joy wherever he could as life unfolded. His wife was always worried that he worked too hard and carried too much stress from his work. If she knew that phrase, that it held a particular significance for them, then that would mean... He was still not entirely comfortable, but he decided to see this through.

She felt him relax a bit at that. "That's good, just relax and enjoy. Close your eyes and keep them closed. Just relax and concentrate on the feelings."

He felt a quick lick on his earlobe and soft kiss at the base of his neck.

She hugged him close and he could feel her chest press against the skin of his back and he realized it felt as if her breasts were shielded only by the thinnest silky material. What was she wearing? He could now also feel her mound in the center of her pelvis pressing against him and he began to feel himself react.

"Okay, honey, now comes the hard part." He heard her soft giggle. "Boxers or tighty-whities..?"

He gasped as he felt her fingers begin to unbuckle his belt, then unfasten his trousers.

"And the answer is..." She let his trousers drop.

He heard an artificial gasp. "Tighty-whities!" Another soft giggle. Suddenly he felt her begin a long line of soft kisses and licks down his spine as her hands slid down his sides, over his hips, and down the sides of his legs. Kissing the back of his thighs, she whispered, "Step out." And his trousers disappeared.

He jumped as he felt her hands move to the insides of his legs and slowly slide up towards his crotch. Reaching his underwear he felt her softly cradle his balls in her hand and squeeze them gently with one hand, while sliding her other between his legs to cradle his hardening cotton-encased penis. She slowly slid her hands out from between his legs as she stood, sliding her way back up his back and gently nipping at the junction of his shoulder and the base of his neck.

Softly giggling, she said, "Now for the hard part. Ready?" She hooked her thumbs in the sides of his underwear and paused.

He nodded.

Kissing his neck behind his ear, she slowly began to slide his underwear off. Stepping back up behind him and pressing herself against him once more, he realized she must be wearing a negligee. He could feel the soft skin of her legs against his as she deliberately and methodically slid them up and down his. He felt her drag her tongue across the back of the base of his neck as her hands slid slowly around his front closing in ever so slowly on his penis. He could feel himself becoming as hard as he could remember in anticipation of her touch.

She heard as well as felt his breathing increase in tempo. She played briefly with the wiry hair above his cock then slid her hands around his cock and balls encircling them with her hands and tickling his perineum with her fingertips. She moved one her hands up and wrapped it around his hard cock, squeezing gently as her other hand cupped his balls.

He gasped tilting his head back, his mouth opening as low moan escaped his throat.

"You have a nice one, you know that don't you?" He nodded imperceptibly, lost in the sensations as she suddenly stepped away. Before he could react, she was back and slowly grasped his cock again. She had applied some lubricant to her palm and slowly began to slide her hand up and down his shaft as she manipulated his balls with the other. She squeezed her hand gently as she slid it back and forth.

His breath became a pant as she whispered breathily in his ear.

"This is really turning me on. Your cock is so hard! Does it feel good?"

He nodded.

She increased the tempo slightly, raining kisses down along his shoulders and the sides of his neck.

His hips began to thrust in response to her strokes. Releasing his balls she stepped slightly to one side and trapped his leg between hers, rubbing herself against his leg. Reaching down she raised the front of her negligee allowing skin-to-skin contact. She now had one hand gripping and stroking his cock and the other running up and down his back and buttocks.

"Can you feel me? Can you feel how wet you make me?"

He nodded and moaned.

"Oh god!"

"Are you getting close? Are you going to cum for me?"

He nodded.

He could feel her lean down momentarily then release him for the slightest time as she renewed the lubricant then resume her stroking, paying particular attention to the head of his cock. Then he felt something new. She was sliding her other hand between his cheeks and he could feel the cool, wet lubricant on her finger as she gently tapped at his rosebud.

He was panting like a runner now and moaned again, louder this time.

"Oh shit!"

She leaned in close to his ear and whispered.

"Do you like that? Are you going to cum for me? I want to see you shoot! I want to feel your cock explode!"

She increased the tempo of her strokes yet again, panting from the effort. Gently, she inserted her finger into his rectum, twisting it slightly, pushing gently but steadily towards his prostate, slowly and gently flexing her finger as she went.

"Do it! Cum for me, baby! Do it, do it for me!"

She felt him rise up onto his toes, pressing his pelvis forward. She could feel his cock swell in her hand and suddenly he was ejaculating. Long ropes of thick cum flew out into the relative darkness. He roared as his orgasm gripped him, slowing finally into jerks and quivers as she milked him for the last little bits of pleasure she could give him. Finally, she gently withdrew her finger from his backside, and gave his cock one last squeeze as he leaned on the side of the closet to avoid falling down.

"That was wonderful, honey. Just like I knew it would be. Did you like it?"

He started to turn his head and she placed her wet hand against his cheek to keep him from turning.

"Ah, ah, ah! You know the rules, you bad boy. Okay, stay still a moment." She disappeared for a moment, then he heard the faucet in the bathroom.

She came up from behind again and gently cleaned him with a warm cloth. "Keep your eyes closed and don't move. I'm going to grab my things and go. Count to ten before you move. Your wife wants you to crawl into bed while you are still relaxed and just let yourself drift off."

"Who are you?"

"Nope, honey, that's part of the fun. I'm nobody in particular; I'm anybody you want me to be." She kissed his ear and he heard her in the bathroom then heard the door open then latch again. He counted quickly to ten and ran to poke his head out the door but found only an empty hallway.

He closed the door, shaking his head. Did this really just happen?

He engaged the lock and stumbled over to the bed, yanked the covers open and fell in.

#

He awoke with a start, his room illuminated by a soft red glow from the sunrise. He shook his head, clearing the cobwebs. Was that a dream? Had to be...

He got up and checked the time. About six-thirty, an hour or so later than he usually arose. He decided to forego the run, but maybe catch a short workout in the gym. He rounded the bed and saw a towel spread on the floor with a washcloth wadded up in the middle of it. Looking further he saw his suit coat and shirt hung on the handle of the closet and his trousers in a heap on the floor where they must have fallen off. Next to it lay an open bottle of lotion from the bathroom.

He sat heavily on the bed. Not a dream. Who the hell was she? How did his wife know her?

He shrugged and put on his workout clothes and headed to the gym, grabbing his room key. As he stepped out into the hall he saw a tray of coffee disappearing into the room next to his, but the angle did not allow him a look at the person.

After a short but invigorating workout, he returned to his room noticing the tray and coffee urn sitting in the hall next to the door of the room next to his.

He quickly showered and dressed in some casual clothes, hanging his suit in the closet. His wife was going to be here! He could hardly wait. He had some questions to pose!

He left his room and headed to elevators on his way to the hotel restaurant. He walked up to the cashier in the restaurant and she told him to sit wherever he pleased. Walking into the dining room he was surprised and delighted to see his wife sitting at a table with her luggage, waving him over. He noticed with amusement she brought her 'big bag', a beach bag she found on one of her shopping trips and insisted on taking on every trip short or long. He quickly crossed the room to her and caught her in a bear hug.

"I missed you! I wasn't expecting you until later; how did you get here so soon?"

"Long story, I'll tell you later."

Kissing her, he hugged her again and sat down. The waitress came and took his order for coffee, juice, and breakfast bar.

"Okay, I have some questions for you missy."

She smirked at him, her eyes sparkling.

"I thought you might. But you have to accept that I may not provide answers."

"Why? Why did you do that?"

"You know why. You need to relax. You need to take some interest in life outside of work. You need to regain your sense of adventure."

"By messing around with another woman?"

"No, I'm pretty sure it was she who was messing around with you. Or did something else happen?"

"You know what I mean, don't confuse the issue."

"Relax, honey, there is no issue to confuse. Just relax and enjoy the memory. Who knows, maybe it won't be the last adventure you have!" She grinned at him, her eyes sparkling.

"So who is she? How do you know her? Do I know her?"

"Whoa, slow down honey. I'm sorry, but those are questions I'm not going to answer. We girls need to preserve our mystery. Besides, I may need to call on her again, who knows?"

"You know, I would rather have you than more of that."

"I know, and that's why I love you. But who says you can't have both once in a while?"