"Of course, sir. The magic may be ancient, but the money is very modern."
He reaches in a drawer in the desk we are standing by and pulls out a pay device and I tap on it, hearing the satisfying bing as the payment is accepted.
We walk further down the hallway and stop in front of a door. He says, "Your destiny lies within. You must choose one of the three doors inside. You must return immediately when you hear the gong. Do you understand?"
"Yes, but how do I know which door?"
"The doors will give you a way to decide, but it must be your decision and yours alone. I cannot come past this door. And you must leave your phone and watch out here. The technology will interfere with the magic."
Jesus, they play up the spookiness factor here. I hope Eric was right for once that this place is worth it.
I walk through the door, into a very small room with old wooden paneling. Not much larger than an average closet. Each wall is almost completely filled with a door that appears completely normal, except each has an oversized old-fashioned keyhole in it.
Peering through the first key hole feels a bit kinky, but I try. Hey, I am a voyeur at heart.
Inside is an impossibly large room. There are tile mosaics on the wall and a fountain in the middle. All around are beautiful women in silks through which I can just barely glimpse the delights below. There must be twenty women, most lying or sitting on some sort of chaise lounge. One woman, bathing in the fountain, is nude. The women range in size and shape, but all are stunningly beautiful.
The geometry is impossible but the women are amazingly alluring. I almost choose immediately. But I would regret not knowing what my other choices were.
I stand up and turn to peer through the second keyhole, directly opposite the door I used to enter here a moment ago.
The geometry of the harem may have been impossible, this one is far more incomprehensible. While the sun had already set before I came to Wisteria Lane, it is sunny through the keyhole. I can see blue sky above. I can feel the warmth through the keyhole against my cheek,
Below the sky, I see green grass and a set of stands. In front of the stands, a cheerleader squad is warming up. One young woman does a leap and her skirt flies up, revealing that she is not wearing anything underneath.
Maybe another day, I think, and move on to the third door.
As I lean down to this keyhole, I feel a cool breeze coming through the keyhole. And I get a faint floral whiff. This is another doorway to the outdoors. Or rather an outdoors.
A young woman is sitting by the edge of a creek, under a tree with pink blossoms (a cherry tree maybe?). She has golden hair flowing over her shoulders and is wearing a simple blouse and long skirt. Although she looks nothing like Amy, I am somehow reminded of her. As I am peeking, she turns to me and smiles and waves me towards her.
This is what I need tonight. I open the door and step through, into a meadow on a beautiful spring day, late morning I would guess. I can smell the fresh growth in the grass, the blossoms in the trees.
I close the door behind me and feel the knob slip from my hand. Turning to look, I see it is gone. Not just the door, but the wall and anything else connecting me back to my world. I step back through to where I just came from, but it is just more meadow. Oh well, remember to listen for the gong.
I turn back and head for the beautiful woman sitting under the tree. The air is pleasant but the sun feels warm. There is a slight cool breeze blowing off the brook that gurgles below her bare feet.
I sit down in the soft grass beside her and she says "Welcome to Miralea, Peter. I was hoping you would come today. My name is Nina."
Truthfully, she spoke in a lyrical voice, almost singing, using words I have never heard before, but I understand every bit of it, somehow.
We talk together for a while. I tell her of Amy's cancer, of the pain she went through, of her fighting for her life, fighting for our life together. Nina holds my hand while I cry as I remember the funeral. I tell her of how Amy and I met, how we fell in love, of our hopes and dreams.
She tells me about her life in the village, which is just over the hill. She is waiting for her true love. But until then, she lives a simple life. She does chores in the morning and then waits here by the tree until her love arrives. Each evening she goes back to the village and shares in the communal supper and then helps clean up after. She was told that her love would come this spring.
I ask her how she will know her love. "That's easy. I am looking at him."
I look at her and see the love in her eyes. I lean over and kiss her. She returns my kiss eagerly.
We fall backwards, lying on our sides together on the soft grass, still kissing. I roll over on to my back, pulling her with me, squeezing her tightly as she lies on top of me.
I pull an arm back from around her to rub a breast through the thin fabric of her blouse. I squeeze my handful of her for a moment but then she pulls away and sits up. Taking both hands, Nina lifts the shirt over her head, exposing two beautiful mounds, perfectly proportioned, each tipped with a small dark red nipple.
I sit up under her and take a nipple in my mouth and suckle. Her skin tastes sweet and just a bit salty. With a wave of her hand and a flip of her head, she moves her long hair to her back, giving me access to her other breast. I move to this newly exposed nipple while my hand replaces my mouth on her other side.
She softly whimpers as I tend to her chest, watching intently every move I make. Finally, she pushes me back down and begins to kiss me again. As she does, she slides off me sideways and brings her hands down to my waist. Once there, her hands unfasten my pants. I lift my hips as she slides them down my legs.
She breaks off the kiss and turns towards my midsection. She unbuttons my shirt and gently runs her fingers along my abdomen before settling in higher on my chest. I am now moaning, eyes closed, focusing on the sensation of her finger nails gently scraping along through the light fur of my chest hair.
She pinches both my nipples at once and I yelp loudly, in exquisite pain and pleasure. Before I even regain my breath, she has engulfed my shaft in her mouth. With my breath back from my yelp, I start moaning again, this time louder and deeper. She slides up and down a half dozen times before pulling off completely, drawing a disappointed sigh from me when she abandons my member.
My disappointment is short-lived. She slides her hips over me, impaling herself on my now rock hard cock. She is apparently wearing nothing under her skirt, nothing blocks my slide into her. My only regret is the long skirt hides the explicit action from my eyes.
I let her totally control the pace as she sits upright on me, slowly rocking on and off my pole. My cock has not felt the inside of a pussy since the start of Amy's last run of chemo. I am washed by a momentary wave of grief as I remember that, but the feeling here and now is too good to ignore and the grief passes.
After several minutes of intercourse, she is starting to whimper again and starts rocking more feverishly, almost violently. I am losing my control and start to thrust upwards into her. She lets out a loud groan as my own release comes. This is my first unconstrained orgasm in a year and I can feel the emotions draining from me.
