It has been more than a year but the memories of those nights are still vivid in my mind.
The days were long; the rain had stopped and the fog lifted in the late afternoon. The night winds had not yet started but there was turmoil in my heart and in my loins. The twilight lingered on as the fog began to again envelope my world. I checked my clock for what must have been the forth time in the last 10 minutes. 10:30 PM. Yes, the alarm clock was set. It wasn't like I was going to sleep any way, but just in case...
Daytime friends and nite time lovers Hoping that no one will discover, where they go, what they do in their secret rendevous....
The gentle sound of the rain drumming on the glass on the window above my head roused me from a fitful sleep. I listened to the sound of my roommates breathing. Again, I checked the clock 11:45, and the alarm. I tried to ignore the conflicting voices in my head. It was as if I had been transported back twenty years or so to college. She actually wanted me! A couple of hours ago I had kissed her good night teasingly reminding her to lock her door against things that go bump in the night. Smiling, she said that she didn't lock her door and that I should visit later. My heart hadn't slowed down since. The tent formed in my sweat pants by my cock hasn't subsided This is ridiculous. I shouldn't feel this way. I am a grown man. A married grown man. Her lips were so soft and her eyes so beautiful. Things are so complicated. It is as if I am living in a surreal world. The rules are different here. Bent. Twisted. Broken. Isolated. So very far away from my own normal little world. The ever present fog serves as our own little cocoon. Our own world
Long, lean and confident. She was all the things that I find sexy in a woman. 12:30 PM. Her smooth curves
I awoke with a start at the sound of my watch beeping. 1:30 am. It was time. I listened. My roommate was sleeping soundly judging from his rhythmic breathing. The wind had picked up making a low moaning sound. I moved quietly to the door. Listening for sounds in the hallway, I heard none.
The hall was quiet. Even in the dim light I could see reflections of wet foot prints on the floor. One of the night crew or someone making a trip to the restroom. I moved quickly and quietly down the hall. It was as if I was in a dream. I feel the bounce of my erect cock. The friction of the sweat pants against the head adding to the excitement. The hall smelled of wet wool, heating oil, and sweat. Four doors past the partition, on the right; I counted each one. A faint stream of light from the under the first door on the left. I pause. Sounds of people. Sounds of passion or just the television? One door to go. I check over my shoulder. The hallway is empty. Room A-8. I take a deep breath and turn the knob half expecting it to be locked; a cruel joke . She wants me. Heart pounding, I enter the dark room. The room smells of her. A beautiful woman. I so want to do this right.
Closing the door behind me, I step into the room, quietly. She stirs. Her breathing changes. I step from my shoes and shed my shirt. I feel at the same time both silly and very much alive sexually standing in the cool darkness of the room. Kneeling beside the narrow bed, I never take my eyes from the sleeping form, I gently kiss her cheek. A sweet moan.
"Hello, Lover" I breath.
"I have been waiting for you" she says.
Our kisses become firmer, more passionate. I can feel the warmth of her body against the chill of the room. I remove the last of my clothes in the low light of the room. Pealing back the bed clothes she invites me in; closer to her warmth. Closer to her soul. The rain beats harder against window. White cotton panties and a t-shirt, understating her femininity. She welcomes me with open arms. I tremble as I slide into the narrow bed atop her. The coolness of the room slips away as our passion heats up. I lower myself against her slowly. My weight supported on my arms and knees. She touches my face and toys with my beard as I softly kiss her nose and her cheeks. Our eyes lock, probing each others souls. It was as if we are meant for each other at this moment. He kiss deeply. Our tongues probing and dancing in each others mouth. I explore her neck and ears with my lips. My nostrils are filled with her scent. I caress her face, her shoulders and the front of her neck. Carefully I move my hands across her chest my palms passing lightly of the apex of her breasts. I can feel her nipples harden creating a tantalizing break in the smooth fabric. I toy with them between my thumb and forefinger as I kiss along the neck opening of her shirt. Across her shoulders, my mouth continues its wonderful journey. Moving her arm over her head, I kiss the inside of her upper arm. My knee press between her legs. Her other arm moves across my back her fingers tracing along my spine. I shudder.
Smiling, she presses her had against my chest, indicating that I should raise. Facing each other, she lifts her shirt to pull it off. My hands follow the fabric upward; along her ribs, under her breasts. She smiles as she shakes her hair free from the shirt. My eyes drink in her beauty. Even in the dim light I can tell she has perfect breasts. Her nipples are hard in anticipation or from the cold air. I am hard as well, from anticipation and yearning. She looks at me, expectantly. I smile. We fall back on to the bed. Exploring each inch of each others bodies. I take each nipple in my mouth. Licking and sucking. She moans, low and quiet while the on the other side of the window, the night winds buffet the building.
