I started writing about Michael because of Fallen.  He was and is
a part of my life story.  I just don't know how much I will
tell...
Sara


                              Michael

I was having a rough time working the embezzlement case I was on.
The Firms client was not working with me, not giving me all the
facts I needed to defend him.  I was getting stressed out with
the long meetings.  There was a good case against him and I knew
if I could get him off, I could get my name out there to further
my career.  He was a jerk though.  I would in time be glad to get
rid of him.

My goal someday was to be a District Attorney and go after jerks
like him.   Right now though I was stuck with him and his fucking
case and I hated it. He was giving me ulcers.  Not only that but
whenever we were alone sitting at a table in the client meeting
room, he would try to run his hands up under my skirt.  Other
times he would make sexual remarks and try to fondle me.  I was
never alone with him after I got tired of that and tried to keep
someone between him and me or at least an empty chair.

Around the office, I was getting very hard to live with hence the
blond bitch nickname.  It was beginning to stick too.  People
were starting to avoid me, even my assistant paralegal.

I finally got tired of meeting with him in the office and tried
having client meetings during lunch at a small restaurant down
the street from the office.  It wasn't far, just a short walk.
The walk made me feel better, cleared my mind somewhat before I
met with him.

This was the second such meeting.  I liked to look at people as I
walked, wondering what their lives were like and because of this
I noticed this guy for the second time watching me as I walked
down the street. He was leaning against his car, a baby blue
Mustang.  Good looking with light brown hair, around 5'10",
150lbs and in very good shape.  MMMM, if I think about him, maybe
this meeting will go a little better I thought.   He wasn't my
type though.  I preferred older married men, someone who wouldn't
be clingy.  You know, the no strings attached, got to get home to
my wife type.

He smiled at me as I walked past. I smiled back and continued
walking occasionally glancing back over my shoulder.  Sure
enough, he kept on watching me.  He wasn't the only one though,
there were other eyes looking.  I was used to it.  My light wool
dress was the body hugging type, it showed off my slender shape.
I'm in my 20's, slim at 106 lbs, 5'4", blond and blue eyed.  Guys
were always trying to pick me up although I always shut them
down.  I wasn't really interested in most of them.  The young
single guys mostly.  They only tried once.

I met my client there and we sat towards the back of the
restaurant.  My paralegal caught up with us and sat between us to
take notes.  I liked her, reminded me of myself when I was
starting out.  She was aggressive and blunt just like me.  I was
glad I asked her to come and take notes. I was already tired of
the jerk and we had just begun.  It was a short time later that I
observed the watcher a few tables away from us watching.  He
smiled again when he saw he caught my eye.  I smiled back and
turned my attention back to the job at hand.  We ordered lunch
and discussed his defense.  My mind kept wandering away and I
discovered I kept glancing back to where my watcher was sitting.
When I finally got tired of my client and told him we were
through and he got up and left me and my assistant alone, I told
her I needed to go pee and for her to wait for me.  We had more
to discuss.  I walked by his table on my way to the restroom.  He
smiled at me again.  I wondered who he was and why did he seem to
be following me.  I was curious.

I did my thing and applied a little lip gloss after I washed up.
Before I left the room, I did something I had never done before.
I slipped back into one of the stalls and slipped my panties off
and wadded them up into my fist.  I was going to have some fun
and drop them on the seat beside my watcher as I walked past.  I
was curious to know what he would do.  I walked back by where he
had been sitting and discovered him gone.  Disappointed, I went
back to my table and sat and started discussing the client and
facts of the case with my assistant.  I had slipped my panties
unnoticed into my purse and forgot about my watcher.

I didn't notice he had moved and sat at the table behind us.  He
was hidden by the partition although he was close enough to hear
what I was saying.  I issued my instructions for my assistant,
wanting her to write up the notes and prepare for the trial in
the coming weeks.  I was going to leave this afternoon for my
hideaway for much needed rest and relaxation.  I still needed to
go home and finish packing.  I wanted to be on the road by 2:00
and that was just a half hour away.  I told her where I would be
just in case she needed to get hold of me in an emergency.
Shorty after that I got up and left.

I rushed home and finished packing and hit the road.  The little
town I was going to was hidden in the mountains and forest 3
hours away.  There was a lodge I had heard about.  It was
beautiful place to hide and relax.  I had 3 days to unwind.  I
thought I might spend 4 days if I needed to.  It was a beautiful
little old town filled with antique shops.  I loved to spend time
wandering and buying.  My house was filled with things I have
picked up.  Anyway my stay was confirmed for 3 days and possibly
4.

Its 5:00pm when I arrive, the lady at the desk gets me checked in
and directs me upstairs, last door on the right.  The room is
cozy; with a corner Jacuzzi tub in the bath with a beautiful view
of the mountains and forest through windows on each side that
could be opened if one wanted.  It's a warm evening and I open
the windows for a breeze, the gentle sounds of the forest creep
in as I run a hot relaxing bath.   I quickly strip, dropping my
clothes on the floor and slip into the hot relaxing water.

It feels very good as I lean back and soak in the heat, the
cooling air from the windows washing over me.  The lavender
candle I brought fills the room with sweet smells and relaxes me
even more.  I hadn't realized I had been so uptight and tense as
my fingers wander to my woman hood and I relax deeper as I bring
myself to a much needed release.

I lay there for some time groggy from the heat of the water and
my release until I feel the water cooling and finally pull the
plug and let the water drain out.  I reach up and grab the large
towel as I stand up and step from the tub, admiring my body in
the large mirror.  I've always liked my looks, my slim figure,
the smoothness of my stomach and my small but nice breasts. I
towel myself off as I turn this way and that watching my
reflection in the mirror while admiring my body.  The trimmed
small patch of blond hair guarding my mound was glistening in the
light.  I was glad I had inherited the slim figure of my mother
although I knew working out and running that I had the habit of
doing every day would keep me slimmer much longer.  My mother,
although she still looked good, eventually lost some of her
slimness through the raising of a large family, something I
didn't intend to let happen.   I didn't intend to do any work
outs or running this weekend.  I just wanted to pamper myself,
eat lots of dark chocolate, sip good wine, eat good food and
totally relax.

With the towel draped around me I move to the bedroom to the bed.
 It is an old antique black cast iron headboard with footboard,
kind of unusual but I thought neat for the room.

With just the night stand light on; I drop the towel and slip
between the sheets wearing nothing. The sheets feel so good on my
body, cool, and soft and with just a hint of lavender.  I open
the book I brought, a love novel, and loose myself in the pages
of romance.  I drift from page to page, sipping the good wine I
brought, feeling the story build, not just within the pages but
the feeling it causes within me.  I slowly feel myself sliding
further away from my stress and entering into this love story,
and the effect it has on my body. My fingers wander as I read.


He arrived later, this stranger, there has been a lot going on
for several weeks that excited him.  The nice looking woman he
had been watching for several weeks now was close by and he
assumed alone.  She had never mentioned anyone else to her
associate at the restaurant.  He was calm when he checked in and
somewhat excited by the prospects of a very good weekend although
knowing it had to be broken up by his need to work.

The woman at the desk had offered him something to drink when he
checked in as it was too late for dinner and he told her he would
be back down after he had cleaned up and changed.   She said she
would keep the bar open for him.

He settled in to his room and hit the shower, slipped into a
clean t-shirt and some sweat pants with no underwear and heads
back downstairs.  Some information is what he's really after.

He sits at the bar and orders a scotch and engages in small talk
quizzing the woman behind the bar, the same one whom checked him
in.  He asks her the history of the town and how long she has
lived there eventually bringing the conversation around to the
lodge's guests.  He brings up the subject of a slender blond
woman that may have checked in today and finds out her room is
across the hall from his.  He has a few more drinks chatting
casually and was glad a few other patrons showed up distracting
the bar tender.  He finishes his drink and heads back upstairs.

Wow what an exciting day he thinks as he reaches his door and
starts to open it.  He pauses, turns around and looks at the door
across the hall.  He steps over to it and tests the doorknob
turning it slightly.  He is surprised it is unlocked.  He pauses
again thinking to himself, should he open it and peak inside?  He
slowly and very quietly opens the door peaking around it and
takes 2 steps inside.  He freezes as he sees me looking back at
him. I had heard the faint noise of the door opening and in shock
I watched him enter.

Without realizing it he just stands and stares and I stare back
at him, my mind going blank not even thinking of screaming or
anything.  I can see his, what I thought was his embarrassment as
his face flushes red and a smile eventually creases his mouth.
He becomes aware of his swelling manhood and sees me looking
there as it is now almost sticking straight out, straining to be
released.

The color of his face deepens further in his acted out
embarrassment as He returns to the moment, blinks and turns away
as he stammers, "I'm so sorry, what have I done" and starts to
walk out.  He has noticed I am alone.

I had gotten so involved with drinking the wine and reading the
story, I wasn't thinking clearly; the wine and the heat between
my legs had me in this fog and I wasn't really aware of what I
was saying or doing.

I said, "Wait, come back!"  Thinking to myself all the while,
this is the guy that had been watching me.  What am I doing?

He stops and slowly turns just his head around and looks at me.
I motion for him to come back into the room. He turns closing and
locking the door behind him and walks back in.  He stands there
looking at me, acting somewhat foolish; his hardness had not
lessoned and was straining at his sweats.  I beckon him over to
me and pat the bed and tell him to sit. He is still acting
somewhat foolish yet obedient and sits on the bed where I
indicated beside me.  There is only the sheet covering me and he
sees this, causing him to swell even more, he knows that
something very good is likely going to happen.

He's very fit and smells so good, like he just got out of the
shower and I think to myself that I was sorry to have missed
that.

That's when it really hits me, I want him, need him and close my
eyes and take in a breath and draw in his essence, such a clean
light scent, and it sends a rush thru me.  I turn my head to tell
him and without hesitation, he kisses me.  He places his left
hand behind my neck and gentle pulls at the hair at the base of
my head. It's a passionate deep kiss and I feel his strong back
as I reach to hold him. He takes his right hand and pulls down on
the sheet and traces my hip and thigh with his hand and stops
just below my knee where he leaves the sheet.  It feels so good,
the touch of his hand, him tracing my curves.  There is no need
for talking, I feel myself wanting him even more as the heat
flushes within me.  My need for him is building in my tunnel of
lust as the lips guarding it swells and parts, aching for him.

The feelings happening to my body feels good as he runs his hands
over me.  He draws his hand from below my knee up my inner thigh
so slowly it seems like a minute, and then turns his hand to lay
his palm across my mound of joy and touches me there with his
fingers. Using two fingers, he slowly and gently begins stroking
my slit, searching for my clit while continuing his nibbling and
biting at my neck, working his way down to the shoulder and back
up. My breathing has become more noticeable, slower and deeper.
He can feel the warm, wetness on his fingers as my moisture seeps
where his fingers are.  I let out a small sigh as he moves his
hand away and slides it down the inside of one thigh and up the
other.

He moves his mouth to one of my erect nipples sending shivers
through me. I tremble as he slowly begins running his tongue
around the areola and occasionally just barely biting and
suckling at the nipple.

His breathing has now become deeper. He gets up and moves to the
blinds and pulls them up and moves back over to me and turns out
the light. The moonlight turns the room into a cascade of shadow
and illumination. He takes my hands in his and lifts me up to my
feet on the bed leaning me back against the headboard and wall
completely exposing my nakedness to him. He quickly strips and
positions himself on the bed in front of me on his knees and
grasps my hips and pulls me to him as I reach back for the
headboard to steady myself and lean against it to tilt my hips
towards him, exposing more of me to him.

I am fully and completely exposed to him now, my shaved and
trimmed pussy hot and swollen, with my moisture seeping from me.
The lips guarding it are swollen and pulled back from my dark
cave exposing its opening, it craving for him. He leans in and
inhales my lust, his nose placed at my mound and I thought he was
going to plunge his tongue into my heat and I pushed myself into
him.  He suddenly stands in front of me, pulled my mouth to his
and kisses me deeply and passionately while pushing me against
the wall and headboard. His engorged love muscle pressed between
us poking me in the stomach.  I reach for it and as I grasp it he
brushes my hand away.

He leaves me breathless as he slowly kisses his way down me,
starting again at my mouth with a deep passionate kiss, moving
down my neck working across my breasts, down to my navel, kissing
across my smooth flat stomach, across it to both hips and down to
my inner thighs.  Once he gets there my breathing changes to very
deep, almost gasping breaths and I lean back on to the wall and
grasp the headboard. He kisses and sucks his way oh so slowly
towards my wet pussy and I thrust myself out to him spreading my
legs for him.  He can smell my lust and wants so badly to taste
me. I can see it in his eyes and face and the hardness of his
love muscle, the tip escaping from the confines of his fore skin,
the head turning a light purple it is so engorged.

As he inches his face closer he can feel the heat of my pussy and
I can feel his hot breath.

"Sara, you taste so very good," he says as he starts slowly on my
clit with the lightest circular touches he can manage with his
tongue. I'm moaning now as I can see the tip of his tongue
gliding back and forth across my swollen clit and see it
disappear as he plunges it into me.  The tingling grows and
envelopes my body to the point I feel weakened and he can feel
I'm almost to the point of being unable to stay upright.  I
missed the fact of him knowing my name at the time.

He holds me by my hips and helps me down onto the bed and lays me
flat on my back, he is on his knees between my legs and I spread
them wide to accommodate him.  He lifts my legs upward and
outward and leans down and slides his tongue into me as deep as
he can and fucks me with it. He listens to my breathing and the
movement of my hips and my own thrusting to him and times his
tongues thrusts with it; he can tell I'm just on the edge of
starting to cum as I whimper and my body stiffens and begins to
spasm.

My release sends hot fluid to his eagerly waiting mouth yet he
never changes pace. I can feel and hear the sucking sounds of his
tongue driving into me as he tries to capture my entire flood. I
can't believe how good it feels, wave after wave of spasms passes
thru my body as I slowly drop my legs down onto his shoulders.
He's timed his motions completely with my heavy breathing and I
feel like I'm riding a wave on the ocean, as my body seems to
float, rising and falling in one long continuous orgasm.  He
stays at it until he feels my legs trembling and knows I am now
so sensitive that I'll need a little time to recover.

He lies down beside me and pulls me to him and we embrace tightly
and kiss deeply.  I can taste myself on him, liking it and
whisper to him, "Hold me tight and give me time to recover."

I can feel his engorged manhood pressing into my stomach as we
hold each other tight.  I was wondering why he had not entered me
for his own release.  I lie there in his arms thinking of what I
will do for him in return as my hands move down and hold him.  I
discover he is very thick; my fingers can not quite reach around
him.

I recover rather quickly.  Although my release had been hard and
deep, I had not had a man do something like that to me in a long
time.  He was still beside me, holding me against him, his
hardness hot between us in my hands; he had not softened but
seemed to be harder still.  I knew what I had to do, need to do
for him and me as I rolled over on top of him, kissing him
deeply.  I look into his eyes and smile the twinkling in my blue
eyes an indication of what was to come.  I sat up and slid myself
up onto his chest and in placing my knees beside his head I
positioned my pussy at his mouth.  He quickly with out any
hesitation lifts his mouth to meet me and dives in, his hands
grasping my hips holding me.

I discover I am still sensitive from his earlier activity there
and know I won't last long with him doing that and quickly back
away from his mouth with his mouth trying to follow and his hands
trying to hold me there. I knew what I wanted to do and slowly
slid myself down his chest leaving a streak of my moisture as I
slide lower down to his stomach.  I lean down and again kiss him
deeply, savoring the taste of me on his lips. I follow the wet
streak of my moisture down his chest with my tongue, stopping at
each of his nipples to suck on them, hardening them in their own
way.  I was working my way to his navel and discover as I slid my
pussy downward, I was blocked by his stiff hardness against my
backside.  I lift myself up and in grasping it, start rubbing the
swollen head between my own swollen lips.  He stiffens further in
anticipation as he thinks I am going to position him and sit down
upon him.   He thrust upwards into me when he feels himself at my
opening.  I was not anticipating his thrust and stopped it by
lifting myself up as his engorged head enters me.

"Not yet lover," I said as I quickly twirled around and sit down
on his chest, my back facing his head.  He now can`t see what I
am doing as I have him pinned to the bed by my weight on his
chest.

I notice there is a little precum on the head of his cock mixed
with my own moisture from him trying to enter me and bend down
and lick it off, digging my tongue into his sensitive opening.
He stiffens even more at my touch.  My hands play with him as I
slide his foreskin up over his swollen head several times as I
stroke him.

I suck the head of his cock into my mouth and suck hard as I
stroke him.  He moans in surprise and eagerness at my sucking.
He might have thought I would never do this, but I was determined
to give him my all.

He moans, "Yes, make me cum, suck me dry."

 "No I have other plans," I say as I suck at him and run my
tongue up and down his shaft and suck on his balls.  Each time he
is getting close to cumming, I back off putting pressure on the
swollen head and the base of his shaft with my hands and let him
cool down.

He was bucking and pleading, "Please love, make me cum, swallow
me, and suck me dry".

Each time a spot of precum would form in the opening of his cock
I would let him cool down and then lick it off. I liked the taste
of him but I had other plans.

I knew his balls were starting to hurt.  I have been doing this
to him for close to an hour already and tears were starting in
his eyes as he pleads with me to let him cum when I finally said,
"Yes, it is time."

I could tell he could explode at moment; I could see the pain was
getting to him.  He needed the release and I needed him to
release inside me.  I quickly twirled around and straddled his
cock and lower my pussy down over the engorged head and shaft and
guide it into me as I sit down on it.  As the head of his cock
reached its total depth, I feel his cock stiffen and start to
throb as it pumps all that beautiful stored cum into me.

He screams, "Yes, Yes, Yes.  Oh God yes!"

It seemed like his cock and balls pumped into me for hours but it
was only for a few long seconds.  He had been in such pain but
now total release.  He exhausts himself with the pumping of cum
and as his flow lessons; I lie down on his chest and kiss him.
He is in total exhaustion.  We lay that way until his cock is
limp and slips free. I can feel his cum seeping from my pussy.

I raise up and move my pussy up to his face, kneeling as I had
done before and say, "I now want you to suck all of your cum from
my pussy.  I want you to suck it dry and make me cum."

He protests but it is too late.  I had his mouth covered by my
pussy and all he could do was hold my hips and suck and lick.  He
sucks and licks me into orgasm and I almost drown him with the
amount of juices I release.  I had been totally hot and had
almost cum several times when I was playing with him.  I had been
in as much pain and needing of release as him.


We lay in bed together all night and made love whenever he became
hard.  I didn't know how many times he unloaded deep into me and
I didn't know how many times I had my releases but by morning, we
found ourselves entwined in each other's arms, not wanting to get
up.

I was surprised we had not talked much at all throughout the
night.  It had been nothing short of a sexual orgy for us.  I
didn't even know his name even though I finally remember him
saying mine. I wondered how he knew my name.  I was disappointed
when he got up thinking he was getting up to leave, leaving me
lying in bed with no explanation, no word if he was going to see
me again.

I asked, "Ah, are you leaving me this way? I don't even know your
name."

"Michael, my name is Michael and no I am not going anywhere.
Why?"

I told him, "I was afraid you were leaving. I didn't want you to
go."

"Oh, I'm just going to my room to get my things.  Since I will be
staying with you I should also check out of my room so it will be
available to others.  I won't be gone long."

I snuggled down under the sheets and blanket that somehow had
climbed back up over me, not wanting to get up.  I knew I found a
man that could satisfy my needs for a while and as my fingers
wandered to my love nest, I could feel the stickiness and
soreness of our heated passion of the night before.  I smiled at
the thought of him inside me, the feel of him and the taste of
him.  I could not explain the feelings I had of him as he filled
me with his cum, the satisfied feeling it gave my whole body.  It
had been a long time since I had felt like this.

I was beginning drift back into sleep when the thought it hit me
like a hammer.  Unprotected sex!  You dummy I thought, I am not
safe.  I've never acted like this, never been this careless.  My
sexual encounters have always been planned way in advanced.  I
could get pregnant or worse yet some incurable sexually
transmitted disease. This was a stranger, a one-night stand.
I've never done something like this before.  I hadn't been
prepared and we didn't use condoms.   Startled awake and in a
panic, I thought no, he was too nice and would not be a carrier
of some disease but he could get me pregnant.  I haven't been on
the pill in over a year.

I tried to think back to when I had my last period. Thinking a
little more clearly, I thought no, my period should start Monday
or Tuesday and this was Saturday.  I should be OK but to just
play it safe I thought I should get several pregnancy test kits
on the way home. I wasn't sure the morning after pill would work
after three days of having unprotected sex.

I thought about my last encounter, my one true love.  There had
been 40 years difference in our ages but that hadn't mattered.
His wife was an invalid and it had been Ok with her that he had
spent time with me.  It was something she wasn't able to do for
him.  It had been a very happy time for me but it ended when he
had a massive heart attack and passed away.  That was the same
time I had discovered I was pregnant.  It hadn't been planned, an
accident really due to my own stupidity in forgetting to take my
birth control for a month, but it happened.

The pregnancy had terrified me at first but later because of love
I decided to have the baby, his baby.  I was deeply saddened when
I miscarried.  It drove me into deep hysterical depression for a
while.  It had been a double whammy.  I still occasionally take
medication for that when I think about it and it knocks me out.
I have to take it at night where I can get a full 8 hours of
undisturbed sleep.  If I take it during the day, I have to be at
home where I can sleep it off.  If awaken while on it, I am
groggy and unaware of my surroundings or what I am doing.  I have
sometimes sleepwalked and had unusual dreams which sometimes I
have remembered.   I'm usually groggy for a few hours after I
wake up.

For now though, there was nothing I could do about it and my mind
drifted back to him and the beautiful love we had made together.
My fingers wandered down to my love nest and I could feel the
stickiness of our lovemaking and the moisture seeping from my
depths, our moisture, our stickiness, his cum and mine. I wanted
to hold it inside me and tried to block the leakage with my
fingers but it still seeped from me and I gathered it in my
fingers and rubbed it across my mound, wanting to keep it there.
One hand drifted to my mouth and I tasted the moisture of our
lovemaking on my fingers.  I could taste him I discovered as I
slowly drifted into a light sleep.

I awoke with a light knocking on the door and looked at the clock
on the bedside table.  It was 7:00 AM.  I hollered just a minute
and got up looking for a robe but found the towel on the floor
and wrapped myself in it. I went to the door and found the clerk
there.  She said breakfast will be served at 8 and was making
sure I was awake.  She smiled at my disheveled look, looking down
at my pubic area and legs and teasingly acknowledged there was a
lot of late activity in my room last night but there were no
complaints and left with a laugh. I smiled back at her and closed
the door and headed to the bath to clean up thinking, where is
Michael?  He did not come back.

I dropped my towel and as I ran the tub full of water I looked at
myself in the mirror.  It was then I noticed and felt the wetness
that was leaking from me and running down my leg and knew what
she had been looking at.  I smiled at the thought of that and my
lover of last night and cupped my hand and caught the remaining
leakage and rubbed it across my breasts stiffening my nipples as
I rubbed it in.  I dreamily stepped into the tub and sank down
for a short soak wondering where he was, why he didn't come back
and wishing he were still here with me.

I scrubbed myself well, making sure I was squeaky clean for
breakfast, apprehensive of what the other guests would say if
they had heard the activity in my room.  I wondered also if the
staff would say anything and thought I would skip breakfast but
the pangs of hunger were starting in my stomach.  I discovered I
was famished and quickly left the tub, brushed and dried my hair,
put on what little makeup I used and dressed.  I thought what the
heck, this was my weekend and I was paying for it. I deserved it
and needed it.  It had been a long time since I had someone and I
wasn't going to let anyone else ruin it for me. I went to
breakfast.  There were few guests there, many had left early,
something I didn't understand but then there were only a few
motels in this small town and many travelers wanted to get on the
road early.  Did my lover leave too?  Thinking about it, I didn't
mind, fewer to question the activity of last night if they heard
it.

Breakfast was good, casual conversation in a warm family type
atmosphere.  I liked it here and wished I had more than the
weekend to spend here.  I asked the hostess about the sights and
activities around town since this was my first time there and
discovered things to do and look at.  The town itself was a
museum of history, full of antiques, every small store full of
them and I knew what I would be spending the day doing.  I loved
looking at antiques, it was one of my passions and I quickly ate
and headed back to my room to put on comfortable shoes and grab a
wrap and my purse. The day was mine and I would window shop until
the town rolled up the sidewalks, which was what small towns like
this did at night.  There would be no night activity around here.
  I didn't think there was even a bar in town. I didn't see one
when I drove in.

I think I walked through every shop there, several times even,
each time seeing something different that I didn't see before.  I
loved it; it was so relaxing to just wander here and there, no
pressures to be anywhere, lost in time.  I had a sandwich in one
small store when the hunger pains hit me late in the day as I was
wandering from store to store.  I did notice a small restaurant
in my wanderings and thought I would stop there later on my way
back to the lodge in the evening, which I did.  I was tired when
I headed back, buying a few things but leaving them in the shops
to pick up later as I headed home.  The sky was clouding over and
I was wondering if it might rain.

I reached the lodge as it was beginning to darken, having
wandered all over town.  I was tired not only from my day's
wandering but the lack of sleep the previous night and headed
towards my room. I stopped at the desk and asked if there was a
Michael checked in.  There wasn't.

The clerk asked, "Is this the same Michael that had checked in
yesterday and checked out this morning?  Nice looking guy."  She
smiled at that as she looked at me knowing already it was and he
had spent the night with me.

"Yes" I replied.  "Did he say he was coming back and why he had
to leave?"  I was wondering why he left in the first place.  My
body had given him plenty of reason to stay.

"Well, he said he had to get to work but he didn't say he was
coming back."

"Oh, well OK," was all I could think of to say.

Disappointed and a little angry at him, I looked around and did
not notice anyone else as I walked through the foyer and up the
stairs. My room was dark, and I flicked on the light stopping at
the windows, opening them, on my way to the bathroom to brush my
teeth and get ready for bed. It was then I noticed several
messages left on my cell phone.  All were from the Firm.  I
checked them.  Four calls were from my assistant telling me of
problems with my client.  The last message was from the Senior
Partner.   That one really bothered me.  He ordered me to have my
ass in front of his desk first thing Monday morning.

What the hell did I do wrong I thought?  Now my weekend was
really ruined.  I was very angry at having my planned weekend
ruined.  I was angry at myself by not being in control of my
sexual situation in letting a stranger take me and now my fucking
client was controlling me.

I was too pissed and decided not to shower, just to brush my
teeth, comb my hair and scrub my face.  I had a terrible headache
now and grabbed the pills I took when anxiety or depression over
took me as it was doing now.  I always carried them with me just
for situations like this. I had kept the prescription filled.  I
was so tired I knew I would like die during the night and not
even an earthquake would wake me.  I would be gone to the world
until morning by the time the drug wore off.  I turned off the
bathroom light as I headed to bed flicking off the bedroom light
as I went.  There was no light in the room at all, the moon
blocked by clouds, as I stood by the bed and let my clothes slip
to the floor.  I quickly slipped between the cool clean crisp
sheets, and fell into a deep slumber as soon as my head hit the
pillow.

I dreamed, a beautiful and wondrous dream, I was in his arms
again.  This time, he crawled between the sheets with me and
slowly kissed me all over.  In my heat of passion, I open my arms
and legs for him and took him into me.  It was wondrous, his slow
and passionate love making.  He ravished me, taking me over and
over again as I lay there moving only enough to meet his every
thrust, letting him fill me with his seeds of lust.  I didn't
know how long my dream lasted or if it was real, I was unaware of
anything as I slumbered in my deep and satisfying dream.

I awoke with a small beam of sunlight hitting me in the eyes; I
looked at the clock and saw it was 7:00 in the morning.   I was a
little groggy but refreshed and remembering my dream, I looked
around.  It seemed so real; I remembered it vividly even though I
slept soundly.  There was no one else in the room but me.

I felt wetness under me and slipped a hand down to my mound of
passion and felt stickiness there, moisture seeping from me and
running down between my cheeks wetting the sheet under me.  I
slipped my fingers thru it and brought it to my mouth expecting
to taste only me but there was something else there, the taste of
him.  Was this possible?  I again looked around the room and saw
a single red rose in a vase on the table by the window.  I jumped
up and ran to it, finding a note there stuck under the vase.  It
read, "I didn't want to wake you, you were peaceful in you
sleep."   Was it really him, I thought or did another stranger
take me in my sleep?  I started looking for him, going to the
bathroom hoping to find him there.  There I found another note,
this time on the mirror, stating, "Remember my number, I will see
you back home."

It was him!  I quickly dressed and rushed down stairs hoping to
find him there in the foyer or dining room but there were only a
few guests and the hostess.  I went to her and asked if the man
from yesterday, Michael, was there and she stated she hadn't seen
him.  As far as she knew he hadn't come back.  She knew he hadn't
checked back in. I was lost and devastated, and wandered around
the building and out to the street hoping to see him.  He was
gone.

My short weekend was at an end and I had hoped to see him again,
make love to him again and I slept thru it.  I was disgusted with
myself for taking the pills and I headed back to my room again
and slowly packed.  I needed to take a shower as I could smell
the lust from the night but then I thought, no, I will be alone
in my car and I want to savor the smell of him, have his wetness
in me and against me.  I may never see him again and I quietly
went back to packing.

I needed to pick up the few things I had bought and pack them
into my car so I checked out.  It was already close to noon; I
missed breakfast, was still was not hungry and needed to pick up
the antiques I had bought.  Luckily the stores were open on
Sundays.  I quickly did that and left town sadly wishing the
weekend had been longer.  I did not want to head back to the
stress of my life, my job in the city.  I wanted to stay here in
this small town with him, whom ever he was.

I didn't know anything about him, just that I wanted him.  I
wanted him making love to me, to have him inside me, filling me
with his cum knowing his seed would swim deeper into me and I
would be able to hold him there if only for a little while.
Would I ever see him again?  This I did not know, fate will be
what it will be.  I did think to remember to buy the pregnancy
test kits on my way home along with several packages of condoms
and spermicide. I leave the test kits in my bathroom cabinet and
the condoms and spermicide in my bedside table as I unpack,
promptly forgetting about them, already getting back into the
stress of my city life.

Evening came and went, Monday morning already, the weekend almost
forgotten, fading into the past as I readied myself for work.  I
quickly showered and as I stepped from it, I saw my panties on
the floor that I had worn Sunday on the drive home.  I picked
them up and brought them to my nose and sniffed them.  I could
smell him and smiled at the thought of him and knowing the
lovemaking we had was perfect in every way.  Sadly I took them
and placed them in the drawer of my night stand knowing I may
never see him again but having part of him that I could come back
to when I needed to.  Still I thought I could be caring his
child, his love child, our love child and I thought to myself, I
didn't need that with the stress in my life I already had.
Still....

I quickly dressed and headed for work, not wanting to but needing
to just to live.  The money was good even though the stress
wasn't.  Still, it provided me the money to escape for a time
away from the city and the stress it caused. Just like the
weekend.  Next time it would be longer than a weekend if I
planned it right.

The drudgery of work filled the day and it passed slowly.  The
client had fired me telling the Senior Partner I had shown
indifference towards him and was not doing the job of defending
him as I should.

I had to explain that I was doing my job but that he was a jerk
and I was very tired of him trying to grope me at every meeting.
 I was glad he had fired me and that I should be replaced by one
of the other partners, a man.  That was done.

I headed home after that.  I knew tomorrow would be just another
day and before I knew it I was home.  My home, all mine.  It was
a three bedroom in the country and mine, filled with my memories,
my treasures. I quickly slipped out of my blouse and skirt and
into my robe.  That was when I noticed my spotting, that my
period was starting.  Somewhat saddened but very relieved, I did
what I had to do and inserted a panty liner to catch the light
flow.  Tomorrow I knew the heavy flow would start and I needed to
be prepared for it.  There would be cramping too.  There always
was.

Tuesday came and went along with all the days and nights
following it.  I searched for the paper he gave me with his
number, wanting to call him but found that I had somehow lost it.
 With that, my memories of that weekend started to fade as I
continued with my life, watching for him...I hadn't seen him
around town watching me so I knew I may have lost him.

I hoped I would someday see him again.