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.