Short stories

I met Roger on a beautiful summer day’s lonely evening. I never found out if his real name was, or if that was just how he introduced himself. Actually, I didn’t care that much.

I was sipping my Gin-tonic in a dark corner of the bar when he stopped by my table with his whiskey. I looked up at him. Elegant suit, light brown hair cut short, light beard, icy gray eyes. There was no denying that he was an attractive man. He asked if he could join me and I nodded. We started talking.

There was harmony between us, from the first moment. Whatever came up, we could easily talk about. We didn’t even notice and it was already four o’clock in the morning, when the bar closed. We were disappointed to learn that we had to say goodbye to each other.

I was so amazed by the special man, that the next night I went to the nightclub again. Soon he appeared so that we could talk again through the night. We had a lot of topics, but we didn’t get or give any tangible information. I found out, for example, what his favorite food is, what his favorite book is, or what kind of music he likes, but where he lives or what he does for work was not revealed. I didn’t even ask about it. I had a feeling it was better this way.

This is how I spent every single evening of my one-week vacation in the company of my mysterious friend. As we met again and again, the length of my skirt got shorter and my cleavage got deeper and deeper. Last night something changed in me. Maybe because I knew it would end. I didn’t invite him to my place, to make him find out where I live. However, I wanted him too much, so gathering all my courage, I asked him if he would like to stay with me in one of the motel rooms, on the next street. He said yes.

As we walked, I felt like butterflies were fluttering in my chest. We arrived. The place was not posh, but fortunately, it was sufficiently sophisticated that one could happily spend a night or two in it. We got the room key and headed upstairs.

There was a narrow staircase with five rooms on the first floor. I couldn’t wait, to finally get inside our room. He was not interested in our accommodation. As soon as the door closed, I couldn’t help myself, I threw myself at Roger. Standing on tiptoe, I pressed my whole body against the door so that our lips were united in a hot and passionate kiss. He might have been a little surprised by my violent movement, but he wasn’t embarrassed. He put his arms around me and I happily melted into his hugging. I felt like I flew with him, as we made it from the door to the bed. Our clothes got to the floor one after the other during this short time.

In the blink of an eye, I found myself between the covers, staring into his wonderful blue-gray eyes. His skin pressed against mine. I felt like the world stopped for me for that moment, but it didn’t. He caught his beautiful gaze from me and buried his face in my neck. I enjoyed his kisses. Even the rubbing of facial hair was exciting for me. He moved his lips lower and lower on my body, and I instinctively moved my hips to feel the desired man inside me as soon as possible. He knew what I wanted and he longed for the same. Reacting to my movement, he assumed the right position, and then with one push he immersed himself in my heat. At the time, he kissed my breasts. I happily put my arms around his neck and put one of my legs over his waist so that we could start our sensual dance, completely surrendering myself to him. He besieged my body with strong and passionate movements. Amid the intoxication, I dug my nails into the skin on his back and bit his shoulders. I couldn’t get enough of him. I knew we only had this one chance, so I wanted to enjoy it’s every moment. We showered thousands of kisses on each other’s bare bodies, our skin was wet, and we squeezed each other to feel as close as possible.

I don’t know how long we spent panting and hugging each other until we finally sighed in satisfaction. It was wonderful. We hugged and caressed each other for quite some time until finally, we fell asleep.

I woke up earlier than him. I got out of bed, took a shower, and got dressed to leave. I didn’t thank him. I took one last, loving look only at Roger, turning back from the door. I knew I couldn’t see him anymore, that was all, that was given to us.

I walked out the door and set off to live my life with the memory of a short dreamlike romance.