The Maid of the Mist

It was a habit to keep condoms in my travel case. I snatched one up, then grabbed the second one as well. One couldn't be too sure.

I raced back to the sitting area of my suite with a raging hard on and the condoms clutched in my hand. It had been maybe ten seconds. She was gone.

Honeymoon - Day 5

I couldn't help thinking about the maid, and our kiss yesterday afternoon. Why had she hurried away so fast? Hadn't she said she wanted to stay? What was that look of fear? Had I scared her with my advances?

I moped around the hotel, tried to tell myself I wasn't hoping to run into her. Every blonde maid that walked by sent my heart racing. But none of them were her. In fact, they weren't even dressed like she was. My maid had a light blue uniform with a white collar and buttons down the front. The other maids I saw in the hotel wore dark gray uniforms that zipped up the back. Maybe she wore a special uniform, because she was the designated maid for the honeymoon suite?

Finally, after a dinner spent bored and lonely in the hotel dining room, I nervously approached the front desk with my heart racing and palms sweating.

"Hi, uh, this may sound weird, but, um, could you tell me if my maid is still working this evening? I ... um ... need her help with something." I sounded like a crazy stalker. I probably WAS a crazy stalker.

The young woman behind the desk gave me a curious look.

"Your maid? The maids work in shifts and on different floors. Has there been a problem, Mr ...?"

"Stuart. Daniel Stuart. I'm in the ... honeymoon suite." Was there a flash of pity in her eyes? "There's no problem, it's just ... well. Could you send her up? If she's here?"

The girl looked thoroughly confused. I was creeping her out. It was obvious.

"I"m not sure if I can ... do you know her name?"

God. I didn't know her name. I wanted have sex with this woman and I didn't even know her name. What kind of loser had I become?

"You know what? Never mind. Forget I asked. Please. "

The poor girl just stared at me as I backed away and hurried up to my room.

Honeymoon - Day 6

I didn't want to spend any time in my room at all. Where before I didn't want to leave my room, now I couldn't bear to go back. I was embarrassed that I had pushed myself on the poor maid whose name I didn't know. But more than that, I was embarrassed that I had let that tiny stirring of hope rise within me. Hope that maybe things wouldn't be horrible for the rest of my life. Hope that I had a life left to live.

I lingered at the Falls, I walked the length of the entire area, I watched tour after tour of Maid of the Mist surge into the Falls and back out again, ferrying its cargo of tiny people in blue ponchos. When it started to rain again the mists rose, spraying my face and soaking me to the skin. I checked my phone and saw it was just after 4pm. The rain didn't look like it was going to let up anytime soon. I started back to the hotel when I saw a flash of red in my peripheral vision. I turned quickly and saw the retreating form of my maid in her red raincoat. I was sure of it. I ran to catch up to her, but I lost her in the mist and the throng of tourist hurrying to get inside the large gift shop.

Was she upset with me? Would I see her again?

The maid didn't come to my room that evening. I must have missed her afternoon shift. After that glimpse of her out in the rain I had changed my mind. I wanted to see her. I had to at least apologize. But she didn't appear.

That night, I dreamt of her. She came to me in the dark, appearing out of nowhere. At first I couldn't see her, I could just smell the intoxicating aroma of her, musk, spice and rain. I felt her hands grip my thighs like they had the previous afternoon, and this time I could feel her cool dry palms against my skin. But even when I reached for her, I couldn't seem to touch her. The duvet was peeled away from me and I felt her breath on my belly.

"Daniel," she whispered softly, "I want to stay."

"Then stay, please," I groaned. Her warm breath tickled my stiffening cock, her nails scratched down my sides.

"I want to stay," she whispered again.

I felt the warmth of the flat of her tongue slide up the underside of my fully erect cock. I gasped at the sensation as she did it again and again, pressing more firmly with each upstroke, moving her tongue in small circles. When she took the head in her wet mouth she slid halfway down my shaft and then applied an amazing amount of suction on the way back up. She repeated the motion until her saliva had made me slick enough that she was able to take all of me into her mouth, until I was pushing against the back of her throat with my reaching head. She took her sweet time, everything she did felt like it was in slow motion. She teased me with her tongue, running lazy circles around the head of my cock until my hips were rising against her, my body desperate for release.

It took me a few minutes to realize it was no dream. The maid was actually here, in my bed, with my cock in her full, sensual mouth. The room was so dark I could barely see her, but whatever ambient light there was was caught in her halo of short blonde hair.

I wanted to say her name, but I didn't know it. I was a cad. I took advantage of her generosity and lost myself in the slow motion blow job she performed on me. It was one of the most erotic things I have ever experienced. Every time I thought I couldn't sustain my erection, that every agonizing motion was too slow, she would speed things up again, wrap her hand around me and pump along with her sucking mouth, then slow down again the minute my balls started to tighten and I felt I was ready to explode down her throat. It was excruciating and exciting and I didn't want it to end.

But she forced the ending herself. She whispered again, "Daniel, I want to stay," and I wanted to yell at her, Stay! Please stay! but she just moved her hand and mouth faster up and down my rigid cock. I felt her other hand cup my balls and massage them in a slow, circular motion. I couldn't hold back. I was surprised I had been able to hold on this long. The muscles in my thighs and ass clenched, my back arched and I released in hot spurts over her tongue and down her throat with a force that surprised me. She held onto me, kept her lips wrapped firmly around my shaft until the spasms ended. Then she released me with a sigh.

"Daniel ..."

"Hey, wait," I reached for her, I swore, she was right there, but I couldn't get her under my hands. I grabbed frantically for the bedside lamp and turned it on. She was gone. I was alone.

Could it have been a dream, after all?

Honeymoon - Day Seven

I stood on the deck of the Maid of the Mist in my very own blue rain poncho. It was more like a dry cleaning bag with a hood, and I was slightly alarmed to see so many small children being engulfed in the cheap, thin plastic.

I watched Horseshoe Falls approach as we surged through the churning water. The mist and the spray dampened my face as I pushed for a space at the crowded rail. I could see the tourists on the promenade above us, where I had so often watched the boat tours this past week. One stood out, a short woman in a red rain coat. She stood very still, and I waved to her, but she didn't wave back. I didn't expect her to.

The boat rocked and the roaring water was everywhere. It poured down on us from above, and I tilted my face to it.

I reached into my back pocket and pulled out the date book and Lauren's letter. I held them in my hand for only a moment before I let them fall into the water. I watched them as they bobbed for a second on the curve of a wave, and then were washed out of sight. I thought about how earlier this week I would have been happy to follow them down into the depths. I thought I saw for a moment, a swirl of red under the water, too, and a wisp of yellow blonde, but it was probably just the light.

"Hey buddy!" A man standing next to me at the rail shouted in my ear. "I think you just dropped something!"

"That's ok," I answered, much too low for him to hear. "I don't need them anymore."

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Author's note: Thank you so much for taking the time to read. If you enjoyed it (or even if you didn't) I would really appreciate your comments/feedback. And if you could take a moment to vote that would be terrific. -shea