I always said that waking up in my neighbor's arms is one of the best feelings in the world since my wife passed. The morning of my business partner's wedding was no exception. It started with my eyes opening and looking over at her sleeping comfortably. I snuck out of bed and went to the hotel phone where I requested room service of breakfast stuff. It was when I slipped back under the covers when I looked and saw her eyes looking at me with the biggest smile ever.
I responded the best way I knew how. I started kissing her as we embraced. Her kisses were spurring me on as we edged closer to each other. I could feel the heat radiating from her body as we kissed.
"How long until our breakfast arrives?" she asked me.
"Depends on whether room service is breakfast or dessert," I responded, my lips finding the soft spot on her neck.
She slid on top of me and started kissing me even deeper as I felt her legs straddling me. It was a slow seduction, neither one of us caring about what time it was or anything else. We got lost in each other, kissing where we could, touching where we could. She submitted her will to me as I submitted mine to her. It was one of the most passionate sessions we have had in a while. It was as we both opened our eyes that we heard the knock at the door.
I quickly slipped out of bed, a little wobbly as I was still recovering before grabbing a robe and slipping it on. I looked through the peep hole and saw a bellman. I opened the door as he wheeled in the cart. As we chatted, she walked through the door from the bedroom wrapped in a robe of her own. As he begged off, I reached for my wallet. He held up his hand.
"Your business partner already took care of it, sir. Please enjoy the rest of your stay."
He let himself out and I looked at my neighbor.
"I wonder..." I said as we started uncovering the dishes.
He made sure we were all set breakfast wise. There were these Belgium waffles with strawberries and whipped cream as well as some sausage links and such. It was a pretty good spread for a fancy hotel. We sat and ate for a while before we started to look around. There was a wardrobe bag hanging in the closet that I didn't notice before. I walked over after wiping my hands on a couple napkins and slowly lowered the zipper.