Once and for all.
After the first train transfer, I decided to stop for the night at the nearest decent hotel. The next day, I had a three-hour bus ride ahead of me to get home. Completely worn out from the long trips to the distant city and the professional development lectures from my job, my legs could barely move. I picked up the room key at the reception and headed to the elevator to go up to the fourth floor. Just as the elevator doors were starting to close, right after I reached them, someone held them open so I could get in.
"Thank God. Thank you so much!" I said with relief. I didn't have the strength to wait. But looking at my 'savior,' I almost got caught
by the doors, freezing in place without stepping a foot into the elevator. He was a real Apollo... Tall, strong, handsome, with dark eyes and dark hair."Hurry up, or we won't go anywhere until morning," he said mockingly in his beautiful, stirring bass voice.
"Yes, of course. Sorry," I slipped inside with my backpack. And I wouldn't have minded at all being stuck here with him until morning. As the elevator slowly went up, I felt his gaze on me from time to time. Unintentionally, I started fixing my hair and my terracotta dress. On the third floor, we stopped, and a guy and a girl got in, standing in front of us by the entrance. The elevator started moving again, and I wished the one remaining floor to my exit would last forever. Just as I wanted to shift my gaze to him, feeling his eyes on me, the elevator stopped on my floor. I sighed heavily, gathered my strength, and stepped onto the floor. I looked around, found the wing of the corridor I needed, and went to look for my room. Ah, there it is, found it. I pulled the key from my pocket, and a voice nearby suddenly startled me.
"Oh, so we're neighbors, it turns out," it was that guy from the elevator. Startled, I dropped the key on the floor.
"Oops, sorry, didn't mean to scare you."
"You forgive me, I'm a bit slow today."
The guy picked up the keys from the floor and opened the door for me.
"There, now you're safe," he said, handing me the keys. I took the keys from his hands, smiling and not looking away.
"Thank you. I'll go now."
"If you need anything, I'm right across," he said this and went to his room. I stood for a long time in a daze, leaning my back against the door inside my room. And again, I got scared, this time from a knock on the door. It wouldn't take much to give me a heart attack. I caught my breath, rubbed my hand over my chest near my heart, and opened the door. It was him again.
"Forgive me, am I disturbing you too much? I wanted to ask you something. Could you keep me company for dinner at the hotel restaurant this evening? You're going to have dinner anyway."
"I was going to order something and have dinner in my room."
"Yes, of course. Sorry to bother you," he said, upset.
"You didn't bother me at all," I was silent for a moment, then blurted out, "You know what... I'd be happy to have dinner with you."
"Thank you. Then I'll pick you up at seven," the guy beamed with a smile. I dumped the contents of my large backpack onto the bed, picking out clothes. The selection wasn't great, but I had something with me for emergencies. I ironed my silk suit and hung it in the closet on a hanger; it consisted of a knee-length skirt with a back slit and a sleeveless vest that went down to my hips in a dark burgundy color. There was an hour and a half left until dinner, and I decided to just lie quietly on the bed. I heard a knock on the door, and for a long time, I couldn't figure out what was happening. I had fallen asleep. I jumped out of bed, ran to the mirror; my face was more or less okay after the nap, only my eyes were a bit red. After another knock, I opened the door.
"You're not ready yet?" he stood there smiling at me.
"Forgive me, I was lying down and fell asleep. I don't know how that happened... It wasn't on purpose."
"Don't apologize. I understand you. You must be from a long journey and tired, just like me. And here I am with this dinner."
"No, no. It's all good. I'm incredibly happy to spend the evening having dinner with you, just give me five minutes."
"Okay, I'll be in my room. Come over when you're ready. Is it okay if I use 'you' informally?"
"It's fine."
I quickly put on the suit; it fit me snugly and perfectly. The shoes were beige, as was the clutch purse. I let my hair down, applied light eyeshadow, black mascara, and burgundy lipstick. I locked my room and knocked on the neighboring one. When he opened the door, he was struck by my beauty.
"You are very beautiful. You look stunning."
"Thank you so much. You too," I looked him over from head to toe. He wore a light white short-sleeved shirt, beige trousers, and white sneakers. We took the elevator down to the first floor, went to the restaurant terrace, and settled at a table in the fresh air.
"What a warm evening," I said and looked around.
"Yes, the weather is lovely. Later we could take a walk in the park nearby, if you want."
"We'll see later."
"Yes, of course."
"It's already quite late. Time to go back to the room."
"You think so? It's only ten o'clock. Are you sure?"
"Yes, Tim. I want to rest a bit."
"Okay, I won't insist. I'll walk you back."
We returned to our rooms and were silent for a long time. I looked away, and he looked at me.
"Is everything okay, Ol?"
"Everything was wonderful. Thank you for the evening and dinner. I'll go to my room."
"Okay, rest. If you need anything or if you need me for something, you know where to find me," he laughed.
"Yes, thank you. And you too."
I went into the room, took off the suit, and hung it in the closet. I filled the bathtub with hot water, added a lot of foam, and immersed my tired body in the bath. I relaxed and sank into my thoughts, closing my eyes. My imagination immediately conjured his face and hands before me... Lips, eyes... The timbre of his voice, his movements and gait. Unintentionally, I started imagining our kiss, our embrace... How it all could have happened. Passionate fantasies absorbed me completely; my body began to respond and join the process. As soon as I got aroused, I started caressing my pussy in the water with my hand. It had been craving attention for a long time, and its owner couldn't find the time or a suitable partner. My finger slid over my clit, simultaneously penetrating the hole... Alternating like that. I was enjoying myself with my eyes closed, letting out sweet, quiet moans. I continued to hear his voice in my head; he was calling me and asking to help, and I continued to slowly masturbate with one hand and caress my breast and nipples with the other.
"Do you hear me? Let me help," I heard again and answered with agreement, continuing to be in a languor of pleasure with my eyes closed. I kept imagining his hands caressing me. I suddenly began to realize that everything was very strange, his actions were materializing, that it was all somehow too vivid. I opened my eyes and jumped up as if scalded. Tim was squatting next to me by the bathtub.
"What are you doing here?!" I shouted.
"Sorry. You didn't open the door, so I came into your room on my own."
"Why? What do you need?"
"Just wanted to wish you good night."
"Why were you touching me?"
"You allowed it."
"I did?! Are you crazy?" — and the truth dawned on me that when I was caressing myself, he had joined the process — "You saw everything?"
"Yes, it was divine. You are divine now too."
"What do you mean? Oh, no!" — in the flurry of the incident, having jumped out of the bathtub, I continued to sort out the situation with him, standing naked in front of him. I immediately rushed back into the bathtub, covering myself with foam.
"I saw everything about you... Everything about you is perfect. You are sexy and irresistible."
"Get out."
"I can't. I don't want to."
"Are you mocking me?"
"No, you are mocking me. I saw something here that I couldn't just go back to my room."
"How long were you watching that scene?"
"Long enough to get aroused and desperately want you," he said this, and his hand dove into the water towards me and started stroking me.
"Stop it immediately!" I tried to slip away from him, but I couldn't get out of the bathtub.
"Calm down. I've wanted you since our first meeting," and his hand meanwhile reached my crotch and began vigorously massaging my clit.
"What are you doing? Stop, please," I repeated through the moan that was already rising. My clit, already teased by me, instantly responded to the caresses; my labia swelled. He continued to massage my clit with one hand and penetrate the hole, while the other hand demandingly and greedily stroked my breast, fiddling with my nipples with his fingers. His languid, hazy, excited gaze burned through me, and I periodically closed my eyes, arched my back, and moaned.
"What made you decide to caress yourself after our meeting?" he suddenly asked hoarsely.
"What? Ah, sorry. Want an honest answer? I was just thinking about you," I answered through a moan.
"Mmm... I'm flattered by your answer. Thank you! And I was thinking about you, that's why I'm here with you now. And I want you, I've wanted you from the very first glance."
"I'm here, and you're here," I hinted to him.
Tim quickly scooped me up in his arms from the water, getting himself all wet, and carried me to the bed. His clothes quickly flew off, which I watched with incredible impatience in anticipation of intimacy. He hurriedly leaned over me and pressed his lips to mine, continuing to caress my pussy with his hand. Suffering from overexcitement, I almost came and was breathless with pleasure. Tim brought me to the peak of ecstasy, on the verge of orgasm, and quickly filled my flowing hole with his juicy cock, from which precum dripped. He let out a languid, sweet moan and began to move frantically inside me, gripping my thigh with his hand. The hotel floor must have been shocked by our sounds, but we couldn't stop the flow of our emotions. I allowed him to do whatever he pleased with my body. He continued to move on top of and inside me, grabbing my waist under my back, impaling me harder on his cock. I couldn't take it anymore; my body trembled as if pierced by electricity, every particle of it ready to burst into molecules. My pussy tightly enveloped his cock, causing it to pulse inside me, and Tim himself clenched his teeth to a creak and painfully squeezed my appetizing ass. But for me, it was a sweet pain from which I wanted to completely lose my mind and go crazy. We came at the same time, pressing tightly against each other, merging into one. Afterwards, Tim collapsed onto his back on the bed, trying to catch his breath and come to his senses. My heart was pounding out of my chest, and I was breathing loudly, just like him. More or less coming to our senses, we looked at each other, smiled, and kissed.
"Will I stay with you until morning?"
"Are you sure? Maybe you should go to your room?"
"Are you kidding? Is something wrong?"
"Everything's fine, everything's just amazing," I stroked his hair.
"Then why shouldn't I stay?"
"My whole bed is wet. And I don't want to ask anyone to bring clean sheets so late."
"Then let's go to my room."
And we moved to his room and fell asleep sweetly. The first ray of sun got me out of bed. I quietly went back to my room, took a shower, and packed my things. I didn't wake him or say goodbye, I just left him a note and left. Closing my eyes on the bus, I started imagining his reaction to my note and my sudden departure... I imagined him waking up and not finding me next to him, just a scrap of paper on the pillow with the text: "I felt better tonight than ever before. Sorry if something's wrong... Although, what do I have to apologize for... Maybe you won't even remember me later. It was easier for me to leave without looking back, and the faster, the better. Goodbye."
Remembering my words in the note, I felt a lump rise in my throat for some reason. Tears streamed down my cheeks. What happened to me? Could I have fallen in love and will I be bitter without him? This should pass, it must. It's just a temporary infatuation from a wonderfully spent night and nothing more. It will pass.
I returned to my usual life, to my work. And it seemed like it should distract me from what I experienced, but no. This is all nonsense... Only three days have passed. I just need to wait a little longer and stop thinking about him day and night.
One evening, I returned from work, made dinner, and sat down at the computer to finish up some work on our company's website. Someone started persistently knocking on the door. Oh, this is probably the courier. I ordered some papers from the office to be delivered. I slowly walked to the door in my pale pink silk robe and opened it. What I saw defied all explanation. He was standing outside the door...
"Tim? You? What are you doing here?" a tremor instantly appeared in my voice. Tim looked at me with such a warm gaze and silently pulled me into an embrace and a kiss, dragging me into the apartment and kicking the door shut with his foot. He picked me up in his arms, I wrapped my legs around him, and he buried his face in my chest, inhaling my scent.
"Have you gone crazy? How did you get here?"
"It doesn't matter. I came to you. I can't be without you."
"How foolish you are."
"You're the one who committed a complete foolishness by leaving and not telling me anything. Do you think your note was the best thing you could give me?"
"I didn't want long words and goodbyes. And I didn't think I could leave anything behind in your heart."
"You have a low opinion of yourself. I was furious after you left."
"Forgive me. But still, how did you find me?"
"You registered your passport details at the hotel. I bribed the administrator and got that information."
"And what did that give you?"
"I have a friend who's a private detective. He helped me