Room Service (Anna 2)

I lay quietly in bed with Anna, trying to make as little noise as possible as we both recovered from another passionate night. “One day” I whispered, “I would like to fuck you without worrying about being caught!”

“I know, me too.” She whispered back, her hand gently rubbing against my leg. “I am sad though, you go home tomorrow.”

I smiled at her soft gently face, my hand tracing down her cheek. “Don’t cry sweet one, I am sure that we will find a way to see each other.”

Anna smiled at me, a disbelieving look in her eyes. “ I must go”

I smiled sadly as she got dressed again in her long black dress, no underwear this time, her youthful breasts showing no sag at all. “Take my number” I said, a tear in my eye at our parting.

Unable to speak Anna took the slip of paper and slipped into her coat pocket. “Can I keep your shirt?” She asked sadly and I nodded. With no more to say, Anna fled my room that night, and I spent the early hours of the morning wide awake, a hollow sick feeling in my chest. The thought of not having her in my life was physically painful. I wanted to scream and weep and rage against the world. Curling into a ball I waited for the dawn.

I was discharged the next day, and trying to put myself back together I forced a friendly smile and banter with the nurses whilst my soul banged at the bars of the cage it was in.
Getting home, I fell onto the bed, literally, and checked my phone. Nothing.
30 seconds later.
Nothing.

I tried to distract myself. I watched porn, my favourite movies, I played the Xbox but nothing could move my mind from her gorgeous body, her sexy mind, the way she smelled, the way she moved.. I needed more. I was an addict for Anna! I cried myself to sleep that night. A grown, independent, strong man cried himself to sleep for the woman he missed…

I awoke the next morning to a message. No name. It simply said, “Next week. Stallion Hotel. Monday to Friday. A”

I was excited. I googled the hotel. There were 3 but I guessed it was the one near me. Ok, what day wasn’t? Hospital really screws with your sense of time! Saturday. Only 2days

Those two days really dragged but Monday morning finally arrived. I got another message around 11am. “Room. 501. A”

I drove to the hotel, a little over the speed limit, dumping the car in the first space I found and hobbled in on my newly mended leg.

“Can I help?” Asked the young lady on the front desk.

I had to think fast. I doubted the hotel would be hugely accepting to “I’m here to fuck the woman in room 501…”

With a hugely false camp accent, I said “Oh Daaaaarrling. Could you be a sweetie and call room 501? Tell the poppet her make up man is here. Big day for her you knoooow…”

The receptionist looked me up and down, the voice not matching the jeans, t shirt and leather jacket I wore. Being a good receptionist though, she ran through to the room, and told me to go on through.” Lift to floor 5 and turn right.”

I followed the instructions and found myself outside room 501. Knocking on the white door I heard a “Come in” in response.