I entered the pristine hotel room and heard the heavy door close with a thunk as I threw my overnight bag onto the king size bed. It had been 18 months since I'd set foot in a hotel room -- thank you very much, Covid19 -- and it felt good to be surrounded by the quiet privacy that only a hotel room can afford.
I knew a high-end hotel like this would be extra clean, but the sleek contemporary lines of the hotel's interiors -- from the lobby to the bathrooms -- screamed minimalist modern and made the entire environment feel sanitized and pristine.
I wandered the room slowly. The view from the floor to ceiling windows was magnificent and the reason I had booked a premium room on a high floor. The mirror over the huge bed was another. A trip into the bathroom confirmed the large rain shower and the soaking tub next to another window with a magnificent view of the Manhattan skyline. The soft electronica music emanating from the TV console added to the sensual ambiance of the room.
As I ran my fingers over the expensive surfaces I thought about the reason for my visit here. If all went according to plan, I'd be hosting Hannah here before the night was over. Hannah. This night had been almost 16 years in the making and the fact that it was all coming together sent chills ratcheting down my spine. I smiled at the thought, opened my suitcase and began to unpack.
I'm Michael. I'm 62 and live in Cambridge, Massachusetts. We moved there when my wife, Brenda, and I were both in our forties and pulling down very nice salaries -- her in real estate and me in semi-conductors. We'd had a great life together -- a stable marriage, good jobs, great kids, travel. We'd been living the dream. But Brenda developed cancer about four years back and passed away two years ago. I would not be standing here in this hotel room if she were still alive. But here I am.
She was the love of my life and we had looked forward to growing old together. We had the same problems most couples do as we aged and adapted to each new phase of life. And while I'd been tempted a few times, I had never cheated -- never "left the foxhole" as they say. Unfortunately, our plans to grow old gracefully together never came to be.
We had two children together: my son, Jason, who is 35 and living in LA, and my daughter, Ashley, now 33, married and living in the Boston suburbs. Ashley is key to this story as Hannah was her roommate in college. Ashley went to college in Providence, Rhode Island and I should probably start the story there.
As I reminisce, I'm not sure telling this story in a long linear narrative is the best way to share such a tale. Thinking back on Hannah -- and what had brought us to this moment -- I can probably confine our focus to five main events or scenes that create a proper perspective on Hannah and why this moment held so much glorious sexual allure to me -- and to her as well, I suspect.
Naturally the first scenario would have to be our initial meeting with Hannah in Providence. Ashley was assigned her roommate in the summer of 2006 as she and her classmates entered college as the Class of '10. They communicated that summer and we knew Hannah was from Darien, Connecticut, her family was hedge fund wealthy and that she had attended private schools. Ashley and Hannah seemed to hit it off that summer -- albeit remotely -- and they were both looking forward to meeting one another when school started.
My wife and I drove Ashley down to school early that September. Providence was far enough away from Cambridge to make it feel like she was truly away at school, but close enough to allow us to visit, or for her to visit us, for day trips. It seemed like a perfect fit and an ideal distance.
We arrived at their double room that day in September before Hannah and her parents and began to move Ashley's boxes from the car into the room. She decided to wait until Hannah arrived to choose one of the beds, knowing that Hannah was on the way and would arrive shortly.
I hadn't seen any photos of Hannah prior to her entering the room, and even if I had, I'm not sure they would have prepared me for the young lady who burst into the room soon thereafter, followed by a handsome looking couple who were, obviously, her parents. It was smiles all around as Ashley and Hannah embraced for the first time and we shook hands with her parents.
Hannah was an absolutely stunning young lady. There wasn't just one thing or feature about her that struck me; it was her entire personae that seemed to fill their dorm room that first day and drew me to her presence.
She was 5 foot 8 inches of lean curves. Her long light brown hair was swept back in a ponytail and she was dressed in a short tight tank top that exposed her midriff and small denim shorts that were frayed by design, not by overuse. She looked wholesome and pure. Her skin looked silky smooth and glowed with the luminescence of youth. Her breasts didn't appear to be large -- perhaps a nice full B cup -- but they were perfectly proportioned to her slim body and sat prominently on her sleek torso.
It was her face, however, that I would obsess about for well over the next decade. Her high cheek bones sat below a gorgeous pair of hazel eyes that flashed with a combination of innocence and naughtiness. Her lips were full and made me think thoughts that I had no right to be conjuring up at an innocent meeting of two new roommates and their families. Her long graceful neck gave her an almost regal nubile appearance and her teeth could only be described as perfect. Her smile was bewitching and totally intoxicating.
Facial beauty can be hard to describe in words. It's one of those, "you know it, when you see it" kind of things. That was certainly the fact with Hannah. There was no doubt she would be called beautiful by anyone who gazed upon her. But trying to single out any one feature would be impossible...even though I just tried. It was the way they all came together in a harmonious balanced whole that put her in the category of one of the most strikingly beautiful young ladies I had ever laid my eyes upon. Everything about her was in perfect proportion; face and body.
Now this assessment happened in a matter of seconds. The fact is, I scanned her quickly and took a few mental pictures in my head before turning to her parents to converse with them. But each opportunity I had to take in Hannah's beauty, I grabbed. She was oblivious to my quick scans of her body as she leaned over the bed or reached up to put something in the closet. But I was taking her in surreptitiously and filing my mental photographs away in my brain for use later.
After the girls were somewhat settled and the parents were beginning to feel like it was time for us to leave, Hannah's father suggested that we all meet at a restaurant later for dinner. He'd heard good things about a high-end brick oven pizza place near campus and said he'd make reservations for six at 7 -- and the girls could meet us there. We all agreed, told the girls we'd see them later, and departed their dorm room.
Brenda and I returned to the hotel room we'd taken for the night and relaxed for a few hours. We finally got ready for dinner and arrived at the restaurant a few minutes early. Hannah's parents, however, were even more punctual than we were and waved to us from a large circular table near the front window as we entered. We greeted them like old friends and ordered drinks. We chatted amiably until the two girls arrived a bit on the late side.
As their parents we stood and greeted them both warmly. I did observe a few men at other tables eyeing the young ladies as they strode over to ours. Both girls had traded in their tanks and shorts for short dresses and heeled sandals, They'd obviously decided to dress up a little for their first night on campus. The sight of the two of them -- glowing with youth and radiating such confidence in their future -- made me smile with joy. How thrilling for both of them to be embarking on the exciting journey of college? A part of me wanted to be in their shoes again -- or at that starting gate of my own college years.
Hannah, of course, looked even more stunning than she had in the dorm earlier. She was wearing a summer dress that flowed with her body and accentuated her subtle sexy curves. She had applied just enough make-up to highlight her incredible natural beauty. Her understated sensuality was impossible to ignore. She was, simply stated, a knock-out.
And so it was that I became acquainted with Hannah as my daughter started her freshman year in college. I could wax and wane about different interactions with Hannah over the next two years. We got to know her quite well between visits to campus and her occasional visits to Cambridge. But I think, for brevity's sake, I'll skip ahead to the summer after their sophomore year and Hannah's visit that June. They had gotten along famously as roommates that first year and ended up living together all four years of their undergraduate studies.
A friend of theirs who had graduated that year was getting married in Boston and both girls were invited to the wedding. Hannah came to stay with us for a couple nights so they could both attend the wedding festivities together. It was during that stay that another event occurred that highlights the gradual connection we were beginning to establish. It was never anything overt or momentous -- it was just a slow process of getting to know Hannah and her getting to know me.
The wedding was taking place at a five star hotel in Boston and both girls had been dressed to the nines as they departed that day. Now I know that weddings always bring out the best in any woman. They dress to impress and expect to be seen and admired. Both girls wore what could only be described as "little black dresses" and the heels added a kick of height and leg elongation that has always fascinated me. In Hannah's case her legs were long, sleek and lean - a study in perfect proportion - as the hem hugged her mid-thigh. Her well-defined bottom was showcased by the cut of the dress and gentle curve of her spine. It was hard to look away -- and I tried -- from the swerve of her hips and the tight twitch of her bubbly young ass. If that makes me sound like a dirty old man, well then...guilty as charged, I guess. But any person, man or woman, would have been entranced by the very sight of her that night.
