Supernatural Ch. 07

She seemed to be inexhaustible, virtually insatiable, even when she had drained me she continued her frenzied ride and in spite of the volume of our mingled juices that seeped from her, the slippery lining of her pussy somehow managed to retain a firm grip, keeping my cock semi-rigid. Sweat ran down her face and neck, forming rivulets that dripped from the spiky tips of her breasts, down on to my face and chest, joining mine and running off me and saturating the sheets beneath us.

After several minutes of simply lying there, letting her take her own pleasure, I was amazed to find that the blissful friction of her over-heated pussy was actually restimulating me. A little later still I felt my sexual energy returning and as that intensified, found myself again thrusting up into her, almost as powerfully as she was down on to my re-hardening cock. As she felt my response she looked down at me and gave me a tight, almost grim smile of satisfaction as she then worked herself up to and through yet another, obviously shattering orgasm. I could gauge the force of her convulsions not only by watching her body shuddering uncontrollably but also by the increased strength of the grip her spasming cunt - and as she jammed herself down even harder, that triggered yet another, if smaller climax for me too.

Not surprisingly, after the exhausting intensity of our love-making, we fell apart and slept - at least I did.

When I woke the following morning I felt as though I had spent the previous day doing heavy, manual labour. Turning over, half expecting to find her still asleep beside me I found that half of the bed empty, not only empty but the sheets cool - and realised she must have been gone for quite some time.

I got up and went to the window, perhaps hoping to catch a glimpse of her asleep in bed. When I looked out I saw a line of flowering bushes and beyond them, a car park! I stared, rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and stared again. There was still no second block of rooms.

Was it possible for a mere dream to be so vivid? I stood there for several minutes, bewildered and confused - remembering the events of the previous evening, trying to find the spot where I'd gone to bed. I couldn't. It was a smooth progression, from the late meal, returning to my room, catching sight of her - and all the wonderful things that had then followed.

In the hope that it would clear my head, I went for a shower and when I saw how raw my cock was, couldn't believe that even if it had all been nothing but a dream, I could have done that to myself without waking.

Having dressed I went for a walk around the outside of the motel, there was still no second wing.

I had such a tight schedule that there was no time to probe further, I had breakfast, went back to my room to pack and it was only when I opened the door to leave that something on the floor caught my eye. It was the belt from the robe she'd been wearing. When she undid it the belt must have slipped from the loops, fallen to the floor and been pushed into the corner when either she or I had opened the door.

I couldn't help myself, I went to the window again - there was still no second wing! Shoving the belt in my pocket I picked up my bags and left.

It was a few weeks before I could organise my trips so I could revisit the town, getting there in mid-afternoon so that I'd be sure of finding a vacancy at the motel. I wasn't certain as to what I might do or achieve but the memory of the events of that night had proved to be so unforgettable that I felt I just had to do something.

Quite naturally, the woman at reception didn't remember me but when I asked if the particular room number was available she gave me a quite startled look, then said that unfortunately it wasn't and offered me an alternative. I accepted that, moved my car to the appropriate parking space and went inside to unpack - and then sat staring at the wall, wondering what on earth I was doing there.

After a while, for the sake of something to do, I decided to go for a walk - but if I'd expected to find there was a second wing after all, I was disappointed, the motel was as I'd found it the morning after. Between the external wall and the local shopping centre's car park there was a strip of grass and a row of flowering shrubs.

To kill a bit of time I wandered around the town for an hour or so then returned to my room, filling in more time before dinner by working on some reports. When I finally went to eat I noticed that along with most of the others, the car space outside the room I'd had the previous time was still empty and when I went into the dining room, found that there were only three other people there. As the others had started before I'd arrived and nobody else came in I ended up having the place to myself and got chatting to the waitress as she cleaned and re-laid the tables for breakfast.

I asked her if they were expecting a late arrival and when she said no and then asked why I should think so, I explained that when I'd requested a particular room the woman at reception had told me that it wasn't available, as I'd noticed there was no car parked outside it, I'd assumed the guests were arriving late. She asked me which room I'd particularly wanted and when I told her the number, I got a similar look to the one the woman at reception had given me then asked why I'd wanted that room.

I simply said that I'd stayed at the motel a few weeks earlier and that as I'd had an odd experience whilst in that room I was curious to try it again.

She sat down opposite me. 'What kind of experience?'

I wasn't quite sure how to put it into words and didn't want her to think I was some kind of freak, so hesitated before answering.

'I saw something, a woman.'

'Can you describe her?' She responded quite calmly and nodded as I gave her a brief description, then asked. 'Where was she?'

'That's the oddest part. I first saw her when I happened to look out of the window, I thought there was a second wing to the motel, she was in a room almost opposite to mine. Later she actually came - or appeared to come to my room.'

'What happened then?'

I felt my face colouring as I answered. 'I'm not sure I want to go into that.'

But she smiled understandingly and said. 'It's all right, you're not the first. She went to bed with you, right?'

I nodded. 'And in the morning you were confused and bewildered when you saw that the room you'd seen the night before simply wasn't there?'

'You can imagine. I thought I'd gone mad, then I thought it must have been a dream - but at the same time knew it couldn't have been.'

'Was it during our local show week that you were here last?'

'Yes, everywhere was fully booked, at first the woman on reception seemed reluctant to give me that room - but relented when I explained I'd tried everywhere else.'

'They try not to use that room, that's why she said it wasn't available when you asked for it this time.'

'Who was the woman I saw? What happened there?'

'Its a few years ago now. The woman was married to one of the local farmers, they had a place about an hour's drive from town. They'd only been married for a couple of years but it obviously wasn't working too well, anyway for whatever reason, she started having an affair with another man, she wasn't his first, he owned a couple of businesses in the town and the women were just a diversion for him - but she obviously fell for him really hard.

I don't know how long it had been going on before the husband found out about it but when he did he went berserk, came into town, shot the lover, then walked to the police station and gave himself up. That happened a week or two before the show and it wasn't until during it that they released the body for burial. The lover's family kept the funeral as quiet as they could and were naturally shocked when she turned up for it. They say that although she was obviously distraught, she looked absolutely beautiful.'

'Was she dressed in black?'

'Yes, a straight, black dress.'

'Black underwear too.' I added.

'So I've heard.'

'What happened after the funeral?'

'She'd booked in here for the night. Apparently she came back, showered, slipped into a bath-robe - then a little later, she killed herself.'

'How?'

'She hung herself.'

I slipped a hand into my side pocket, closed my fingers around the thin strip of material and although I felt sure I already knew the answer, asked.

'Do you know what she used?'

'I believe it was the belt of her bath-robe.'

I brought my hand out of my pocket and let the belt fall on to the table between us.

'She left it behind. I think I was sort of hoping she might come back for it.'

I suppose the story ought to end with the waitress consoling me by joining me for the night - that didn't happen, it's true that I had a restless night but it was only my dreams that disturbed me.