I groan and turn in bed, throwing the covers off of me in the process. As I had expected, she’s left without saying goodbye. The digital watch standing on the ebony bedside table of the hotel reads four o’clock in the morning. I am hung-over but not to the point where I can’t recall what had happened the previous night for I still remember how it had all started. An image of the woman on her knees next to the bed, her face and bust pushing against it, still vividly haunts my mind. Who was she? Questions are buzzing in my mind making me dizzy. Why? Who? She had whispered her name to me…. What was it? Yes, I remember…

Lyn.

It seemed it was going to be just another Saturday night spent alone as I lay on the couch watching a DVD I had borrowed from a friend. It had been a month since last I had sex! A month since I had signed my divorce papers and moved out to this new house. I was so horny that I began masturbating again. I thought of hitting the bed early but just then the phone rang. I waited for it two ring three times before picking it up. It was Sean on the other end of the line. He was proposing I go with him to the new nightclub that everybody was talking about. The Pulse. I was reluctant to go but Sean, my friend since high school, somehow found a way to convince me to go with him. Thank god for that! A half-hour later I could hear my friend honking the horn of his BMW down by the parking of the building. We talked about the usual stuff as we drove towards The Pulse. Something inside of me, I recall now that I think of it, told me it was going to be an interesting night out. The pulse turned out to be a very classy nightclub with big leather couches on the upper floor from which you could see the dance floor downstairs. The music was perfect and the drinks even better. Nothing extraordinary, only the usual, I thought.

But God had something more for me that night. A woman climbed up the stairs and walked towards the bar. My eyes immediately turned to look at her as if by instinct. I couldn’t help staring. She was the kind of woman you only see in the movies, or hanging up high, their faces and bodies all over advertisements, the kind of women who know that you’re looking and are used to it. She was wearing a long red dress; the dress was cut down in the middle showing only one of her long legs and was wrapped tightly across her body. The garb outlined her boobs noticeably, boobs that I could already imagine myself holding firmly with both my hands. But what truly bedazzled me was her firm ass that was looked upon by every man and woman alike in the room. Her blonde hair fell freely to her waist.