Please note that this is a work of pure fiction. In view of the fact Audrey Hepburn remains to be one of our most respected icons, I want it to be known that I wrote this in such a manner to be respectful of her and her memory. This is not intended to be disrespectful in any way. Again, this is pure fiction, this never happened.
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Things never seem to work out the way you expect them to. Expect the unexpected, as they say. But nothing ever happens without a reason, and that has never been proven to me more blatantly than the night of Christmas Eve, 1963.
I was in some airport in Chicago waiting to board another flight to New York. I had been traveling all morning, trying my best to make it home in time for Christmas. But as luck would have it, we were snowed in and if nothing changed, I would be spending Christmas morning at the airport.
Obviously, I wasn’t the only one. There was another flight from New York that was also delayed and the people on that flight were in the same situation. Devastated, I limply fell into one of the seats in the waiting area and tried to keep myself from crying. I overheard the conversations on the telephone behind me, all telling the same story. But there was one voice I heard, the voice of a distraught woman trying to explain to her son the same story that everyone else told – mommy wouldn’t be home in time for Christmas, but that she’ll be home as soon as she can. For some reason her voice rose above the rest of them, a rich, smooth, alto voice that was just inundated with disappointment. I felt so bad for her, I was tempted to jump up and give her a hug just to comfort her. She hung up the phone, and I listened closely as I heard her heels click on the tile floor. She was walking towards where I was sitting, presumably to sit in one of the few seats available in the waiting area. As luck would have it, she sat in the empty seat next to mine.
I heard her trying to contain a whimper, and my heart just broke for her. Instinctively, I put my hand on her shoulder and did my best to comfort her. “Don’t be upset. It will all work out.”
She turned her head and looked at me with tear-filled eyes and tried to give me a smile. I was just about floored. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my entire life. It was Audrey Hepburn. I had seen every one of her movies, and I always tried to harbor my ‘unnatural’ feelings for her. When my boyfriend and I went to see Breakfast at Tiffany’s, it took all of my will power to keep my mouth shut and my eyes above her neck. I remember going home that night and masturbating to the thought of her body next to mine, pulling her close to me as an orgasm ripped through her tiny body. She had been on my mind ever since, and now she was sitting two inches from me.
“Oh, thank you my dear,” she replied. “I hope it does work out. I hate to be away from my son to begin with, and now on Christmas…”
“How old is your son?” I asked, already knowing the answer. She had her son right before she did
Tiffany’s.
“He’ll be four in January.”
“Aww. What’s his name?” I inquired, again already knowing the answer. I figured it would be best to just play dumb.
“Sean. He’s the greatest thing in my life, and I miss him so much. I was supposed to be on yesterday’s flight but I had to work. What kind of a mother am I to not be with him on Christmas?”
“A wonderful mother that happens to be in a pretty bad situation that you couldn’t help,” I said. “Don’t beat yourself up about it. I’m Stephanie. What’s your name?”
She looked at me with those big beautiful eyes sort of relieved, as if she were glad that I didn’t know who she was. Of course I knew, but I didn’t want her to think that the only reason I wanted to comfort her was because of who she was. But of course now knowing that she was Audrey Hepburn, it sure didn’t hurt anything.
“I’m Audrey. Pleased to meet you.”
“Likewise, I’m sure.”
We started to talk more about her son and before we knew it two hours had passed in a wonderful conversation. Evening was breaking and the airport was quickly clearing.
“Where are you planning to stay tonight?” Audrey asked.
“Oh, probably right here,” I answered.
“Here? In the airport? Now darling…”
“Oh it’s not a big deal. I’ve stayed the night in the airport before.”
“Why won’t you go to a hotel, like everyone else?”
“I don’t have any extra money. It’s okay, really.”
“No its not,” and with that she grabbed my arm and told me to bring my bags. Ignoring my protests, she drug me to a taxi and pulled me inside with her. “Don’t you worry about anything. I’ll make sure that you get a good place to sleep.”
Soon we pulled up to a very high class hotel and lumbered into the lobby. I had never been in a place like this and I was stupefied. Audrey walked up to the receptionist and requested two singles.
“I’m sorry Miss Hepburn, there are no singles available. We are essentially booked tonight, there is a big Christmas party upstairs and the rooms are reserved.”
“Then what about one double, my dear?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Well, darling, is there anything available?”
The receptionist smirked and his face turned red. “Yes, there is one room.”
“Okay then…” Audrey replied.
“It’s the honeymoon suite.”
Audrey burst out with a cute little giggle and gently elbowed me. She put her hand around my waist and winked at me. “What do you say?” she said in a very seductive tone.
“Mmm just what I had in mind.” I said, stupidly. My brain was frozen, and that’s the best I could come up with.
“Okay then darling, we’ll take it!”
We giggled the entire way up to the room, and laughed even harder when an older couple gave us a questioning look was we stumbled into the honeymoon suite.
I couldn’t believe my eyes when we stepped in. I had never been in a honeymoon suite, let alone a honeymoon suite in a classy place like this. It was beautifully decorated in true Christmas fashion, complete with a lighted tree. I was almost afraid to touch anything.
“I’m hungry. What do we want to eat?” Audrey asked.
“Oh, I don’t care. You order for me.”
“Let’s pig out. It’s Christmas Eve, we should be celebrating. While I’m on the phone, I better call the airport and give them the number in case anything changes. Oh, look, darling! A radio! Go in there and find some Christmas music while I order.”
I did as I was told and found a suitable station. She ran into the room in her stocking feet and started to sing along with the songs, all the while unpacking her few belongings. She was dancing a bit to the songs, and I just couldn’t help but look at her beautiful form. She had on a long black skirt with a black sweater and a white shirt underneath. She didn’t have a lot of make up on, and her long, chestnut hair was pulled up in a bun, but there was a strand that had come undone, hugging the side of her face. Occasionally it got into her beautiful almond shaped eyes, causing her to bring her small hand up to her face and brush it aside. She was so irresistible. The way she moved her hips when she walked just about drove me crazy.
“I want to thank you, Stephanie,” she said, removing her black sweater. The white shirt underneath was very thin, and I could easily make out her bra, and if I looked close enough, I could easily see the shape of her small breasts.
“For what?” I replied.
“For acting like you didn’t know who I was.”