I was on my annual trip to Canada, where my mother, a native Canadian, owned some property. We met up there each year to get away and do some necessary maintenance. It was also a great chance to be with my mother, who was getting on in years and lived too far from me for regular visits. So, I naturally looked forward to these trips north.
My husband seldom accompanied me on these trips, being involved with his work, though sadly, I hardly missed him. Although he was a decent and kind man, he was not emotionally present. That is to say, I felt emotionally abandoned. It was a family trait, having come from a rather cold upbringing. It went so far that we had not had sex in many years.
So, for reasons not of my making, my mind tended to wander toward forbidden fruit, and I had to be on guard of my own, "imagination". It didn't help that, though I was no longer a young woman, I was still attractive, as evidenced by the frequent long looks I got from men, and the occasional brash comment, or proposal. It all served to feed my loneliness, and desires.
So it stood when I stopped in Minot for the night. I checked into my hotel of choice about 6:30 in the evening. Normally I like to drive late into the night in order to cover more ground, but the vast stretches of highway in North Dakota would have me in the middle of nowhere by the time I was too tired to continue.
Check-in was ordinary in every way, but one. An attractive gentleman around my age was checking in at the same time, and though he tried to be subtle, seemed to be appraising me in a most appreciative way.
Of course, I took a long moment to do the same, and found myself looking in to piercing blue eyes. Eyes that spoke of a kind and gentle soul. I surprised myself by wondering idly if other aspects about him were "piercing". His balding pate was not unattractive, and his beard of white hair gave him a distinguished look. His smile made his blue eyes crinkle in a pleasing way, and the way he disarmingly made the young lady checking him in laugh, spoke volumes of his way with people.
He smiled at me and in passing, said "Good evening".
As he brushed past me on his way to the elevator, I felt a shiver of excitement. I hadn't felt such a tingle since... well, in a very long time. Thoughts of high school flashed through my mind. I barely blurted out my own "Good evening" as he pressed the elevator button.
Suddenly, I was eager to conclude my business at the front desk, and turned to the clerk. She interminably chatted, typed, stamped, stapled and fiddled while I stood, wanting to... what? I didn't even know. But when the elevator door opened, my blue-eyed stranger stepped in, and then he was gone. I was flushed with a feeling of loss.
"Knock it off!" I thought to myself. "What were you expecting?"
As I rounded the corner on my floor, I saw my attractive stranger just entering his room at the end of the hall, and when I located my room, I was pleased to find it was the suite adjoining his. At this point, I realized that I was acting like a dizzy adolescent, but the thrill I was feeling was refreshing, and stirred some youthful memories that I wanted to savor.
As I freshened up, I imagined him, just inches away through the wall. Foolish romantic notions came and went as I unpacked and prepared to go to dinner. Then I heard his door close. He was gone. Chiding myself for indulging in childish nonsense, I finished dressing and went down to the front desk. After inquiring about possible places to have a good meal, I was informed that the restaurant next door was as good or better than any in town, so I decided to walk.
Gourmet dining it wasn't, but neither was it Mac Donald's. I was seated in an acceptable location and decided to visit the salad bar. As I perused my options, I began to get an odd feeling of being watched. I glanced up and there he was, casually looking me over, appraising me. He noticed me noticing him, and smiled, returning to his task of building his own salad, but I could still detect a subtle glance in my direction from time to time.
I paused near the soup, deciding whether I wanted have some or just stick to a salad, when he spoke.
"They tell me the chowder is good here, if you like that sort of thing."
"Really? I may just try it later." I said.
He moved over next to me and we chatted a bit, sharing our opinion of the food, and presentation, etc. As we talked, though he was polite and charming, I felt his eyes as they seemed to surreptitiously examined me. And when he spoke, he looked directly into my eyes in a way that riveted my attention. He listened intently to my appraisal of the fare, so that it seemed that my every word was of great interest. Then, his plate obviously already filled, he smiled and excused himself before returning to his table.
Again, I had a feeling of loss as he disappeared around the corner. When I returned to my table, I was pleased to see that he was seated at the one next to it.
He saw me heading his direction and said "Why don't you join me? I would be so pleased to have your company."
His steely blue eyes seemed to cut right through me, sending that thrill up my spine once again.
I knew I shouldn't, but said "Thank you, I'd be glad to."
I set my salad down and moved my things to my new seat.
We sat and talked, and I discovered that he was on vacation. He was recently divorced and seeing the country on his own. He finally was able to visit the more interesting parts of the country without being rushed, or nagged, and was enjoying himself immensely, though it was a bit lonely. I told him of my annual trip to see my mother, and the Canadian countryside, etc. Reluctantly, I told him of the husband at home, though I didn't go into details.
He ordered wine for the two of us and we talked until it was quite late. During that time, my mind kept wandering... I kept imagining his hands caressing my skin, and wondered how his kisses tasted. I noticed that his gaze seemed to survey my body, from time to time, appreciatively taking measure of my form, and peering into my eyes as if he had spotted something of value in there.
I felt myself becoming aroused when his eyes lingered a bit long at my breasts, or when he casually touched my hand for emphasis. He easily drew laughter from me when he made some clever comment. I felt a powerful pull from his personality, and wondered how his ex could possibly allow him to escape.
Finally, we had stayed far later than either had planned, and he paid for both of our meals, leaving a generous tip. We strolled together back to the hotel, continuing our conversation. At one point, he found a reason to brush something from my cheek. His touch electrified me, and I wanted to hold his hand against my face. His hand lingered a bit longer than necessary, then he withdrew with a sigh.
He was surprised to find that we shared a suite. I could swear I could see the possibilities run through his head, but he shook them off and said goodnight. I closed my door with him still in the hallway, and wistfully imagined pulling him into my room.
I dressed for bed, wearing only a nightshirt and panties. Pulling back the blankets, I couldn't stop imagining him, standing on the other side of the adjoining door. What was he doing now? How did he look as he prepared for bed? And finally, What would he feel like moving inside of me? I was driving myself mad with these questions.
Suddenly, I heard a loud THUD next door. Without thinking, I rushed to our shared door and opened my side. I knocked loudly.
"George? Are you alright?" After a few seconds, his door opened.
He was wearing a robe, which he had apparently just thrown on that moment. He looked at me, almost dressed in my skimpy sleeping clothes, and reached out, taking my hand. Gracefully, he pulled me into his room, closing the door.
With one smooth motion, I found myself in a deep kiss, his mouth pulling me in deeper with every passing second. His arms encircled me and drew me close. Rather than push him away, my arms reached up around his neck, and I returned his wonderful kiss. I was on my tiptoes, pressing myself into him, lust suddenly filling my heart.
His left hand was on the small of my back, pulling me closer. I could feel him stiffen between us, and my body responded. My insides rearranged in anticipation of receiving him. His right hand found its way between my legs, and his fingers rubbed against the soft cotton, bringing my blood to a boil.
