Sarah

Sarah

The door slammed so loud that anyone remaining on the seventh floor
could hear it. But there wasn't anyone else in the building. Sarah was
alone. She left her office angrily and the only sound was the sharp
ticking of her high-heels. The exploding steps in the large hall would
alert anyone to her mood.

Sick of this job! Goddamn sick of it! Sick of this dress. Sick of my
new house that I haven't even seen in daylight since I bought it!

Tick, tick, tick.

Sick of Charlie. Shitty boss. Sure I'm gonna be a partner. Right. My
Ass!

Sarah punched the 'down' button for the elevator. She could hear the
swish as it came obediently and quickly for her. She did not move while
standing in front of the closed elevator. The elevator door opened with
a loud, obnoxious ping, and she burst into it with the report of a
quarter sick of dynamite. After the door shut and all the sounds
dissipated, only the faint scent of female remained in the hall.

Finding her car in the parking garage was simple. There was only one
other car in parking area "C", denoted by the color red to help parkers
remember what floor they parked on. Her red Porsche was the only car
remaining.

Sick of this parking garage. Sick of the color red.

Sarah put the new Porsche in first gear and kept it there through three
floors of the garage. She held out her parking pass for the attendant
as she slowed from crazy to reckless. Without looking, she tore into
the street and screeched to a halt at a red light.
Red again.

She was not up to the drive home tonight. Issaquah was about 45 minutes
east of downtown Seattle, but a much greater distance in spirit. What
she needed was a drink. The light turned green and she drove to the
Waterside Hotel on Eliot Bay. This was not new behavior for Sarah; she
kept a suitcase in the trunk.

Sarah walked quickly to the front desk.
"Hi, Ronnie, how's it going? Can I get a quiet room tonight?"
"Oh, Hi, Sarah! Working late again, huh?"
She just sighed and nodded her head.

Sarah took her key, went to the elevator and rode it one floor up. When
she got to room 113 her hand was shaking hard enough to make it
difficult to put the cardkey in the swipe.

What's up with this? Shit. Man, I've gotta have a drink.

Without unpacking, Sarah left the room and walked down to the Seasalt
Room.
"Hey, Burly, gimme&;#8230;" She started to say.
"I know, Sarah! A double gin and tonic with lots of lime! Working late
again, I see. Did you sell that bigass house you bought"?
She shook her head tiredly, and said:
"Hell, you'd think so, wouldn't you? That's a double, right?"
Burly smiled his answer.

Sarah was halfway through her third gin and tonic when she looked up to
see the bar was nearly empty. She started to rise, but a good-looking
guy walked in and caught her eye. When he turned and walked her
direction, she lowered her head a put a quarter-smile on her face, and
could feel the tingle in hidden spots of her body already. She quickly
licked her lips for that 'wet' look. Out of the corner of her eye she
saw his shadow move past her. She looked up, ditched the smile, and
whispered:
"Fuck you, pencildick!"
Her neediness was a white-tipped cane in the hands of a blind
woman.
She returned to her room.

**

The staff only superficially cleaned the hotel rooms. In the corners
were little tumbleweeds of dust, and the carpet darkened the closer it
got to the wall. Between the bed and the nightstand were the fingernail
clippings of God knows whom.

Sarah was too tired to complain. She walked to the bathroom, leaned
over the sink and propped herself up by her arms. She slowly looked up
at her reflection.
"Fuck you, too."
**

Sarah slept past noon. The ringing phone woke her.
"Hello." A shaky voice.
"Sarah, this is Ronnie at the desk."
"Oh, I&;#8230;"
"I just wanted to see if you were going to stay tonight or are you
checking out."
She looked at the clock. It was well past check out time.
"Oh, shit, Ronnie. Sign me up for another night."
"You got it. Call me if you need anything, ok?"
"I will. I'm just going to sleep."

It was 4:30 in the afternoon when she woke again. The smell of sweat
and gin permeated the room. Sarah sat up but was too dizzy to stand
just yet. She looked at the clock.
Shit.
She pushed herself up with shaky arms, and zigzagged to the bathroom.
Without looking in the mirror, she turned the shower on. When the room
was filled with curative steam, she pulled her slip off, then her
panties, and stepped precariously behind the curtain. After washing,
her usual pleasure was to just stand under the hot water until there
was none left, however, closing her eyes just now caused her to wobble.
So she dried off. Unsatisfied, but clean.

After dressing, she went down to the Breakwater Grill in the hotel for
coffee. Breakfast was out of the question at this moment. But hot
coffee would help.
While sipping her coffee, her thoughts wandered off to an old lover. A
perfect devotee. She tried hard not to think about this man, because
guilt would pour in like a river. Crap from her childhood about being
satisfied. She closed her eyes to more perfectly picture this man, but
the world spun rapidly. So, back to reality for her. The decision is:
to find an interesting guy in the bar tonight, or bring her perfect
lover to her room. The former would be fun and guiltless, the latter,
ecstatic but loaded with guilt.
Let's see what the crowd at the Seasalt Room looks like tonight.

"Ev'ning, Sarah. You're a little early tonight, huh?"
"Hi, Burley. Staying at the old 'inn' for the weekend. Issaquah's in
another world right now, you know."
"Gin and tonic?"
Sarah winced.
"God, no. Give me a pint of Amber Ale, will you, none of the bad
berries tonight."
He pulled the draft and placed it in front of her. When she reached for
it he saw she had done her nails in fire engine red.
"Wow. Pardon me for being late, but you got the guns ready for safari
tonight!"
Sarah smiled. She knew Burley had a thing for nice hands and feet on a
woman. She turned sideways and raised her leg up just high enough for
him to see her foot.
"Look at this foot and die!" She laughed and waggled her
eyebrows.
"Just put a knife in my heart, will you! And don't forget to twist it
slowly!"
To Burley, she had perfect feet. Small, soft looking, and tanned with
red polish. He had to pretend to be joking, but he felt the old blood
rush below.

Throughout the next few hours, Sarah sipped on a total of three pints
of ale. Not bad. She would feel good and be good, too. The evening was
spent meeting new people, talking about too many things about which she
did not care a wit. She was on safari. Looking to bag the right tiger.
Burley was right.

When the evening began to slow, the man who walked by her without so
much as a glance at her last night entered. He looked incredible in
khakis and black polo shirt. His tan did not appear fake, and he had a
slight swatch of white at the temple. The black shirt accentuated his
otherwise black hair. As he walked into the room, Sarah saw the bulge
in his crotch. She was transfixed as he walked to the bar.
He sat on the stool next to her, ordered a single malt scotch, turned
and smiled.
Oh, God! Perfect teeth, too.

When she did not respond, he stuck out his hand.
"My name is Antonio. I saw you in here last night, didn't I?" Still
smiling.
She seemed to have lost the connection between brain and mouth for a
moment.
"And you are?"
Sarah's engine finally turned over.
"Sarah." She took his hand.
Powerful hands. What a lover this guy would be! Maybe even better than
her secret lover. Is it possible?
They chatted for a while about nothing.
"Sarah. Would you like to move to a table?"
How much would I have to pay you!
"That would be nice." Smiling, showing some expensive ivory of her
own.
Antonio took his glass and hers, and advised Burley of the move.
He moves with so much grace.

"Do you stay here often, Sarah?"
"I live in the area-my office is downtown, but sometimes, usually on
Fridays, I get so fed up with the crap that I just stay here for a
night. Or two nights. What the hell. How about you?"
"I like staying next to the water. I like the saltwater smell. So when
business brings me here I usually stay at the Waterside."
As they talked, they moved closer to each other. And the closer they
got, the more Sarah responded. She could feel the dampness in her
panties already. She was pleased. She hadn't responded so quickly in a
long time. Maybe this is the new special lover.

They talked about work, and hobbies, and politics. By now they were so
close their lips occasionally brushed when they spoke. Then, as Sarah
started to say something, Antonio reached out very slowly and ran his
tongue along her top lip. The damn broke. She was soaking wet. And her
nipples were so hard they ached. Her breathing became deeper and
deeper. He reached under the table for her hand, found it, and brought
it over to the bulge in his pants. He placed her hand there and
released it. She could do nothing but squeeze it. Sarah thought she was
going to pass out. He was huge. And hard.

Sarah knew she had found her new lover.
My God!

"Antonio, please come with me to my room, I'm in 113. 'Cause if you
don't, you'd better step back, because I'm going to explode!"
He smiled, and helped her out of the booth.

As soon as the door to her room closed, Sarah moved to him almost
violently. Back at the table each had to exercise restraint since they
were in public. That was history. He sucked her lower lip and she
almost lost control. Then he put his tongue in her mouth and she sucked
it hard. He stepped back to take off his clothes, and Sarah did the
same. In just seconds she was in bed and Antonio was standing beside
her. His enormous cock was only a few inches away, so she pulled him
over and licked his tanned skin just below the belly button. She could
hear his breathing get deeper, and she put him into her mouth. She
didn't know where she wanted him the most, her mouth or her pussy. It
didn't matter! But she wanted to make this last for hours. She moved
fast and hard on him as he put his hands behind her head and moved hard
with her. She could feel his twitching and knew it was time to slow
down, to make it last. She pulled back, wrapped her arms around his
waist, and enjoyed the feeling of his cock on her cheek.
She reached up and pulled him into the bed.
"Honey, lets make this.." Sarah started to try and slow him down.
Antonio pushed her onto her back, spread her legs and entered her
quickly.
"Wait, I want&;#8230;"
He came immediately. With deep, forceful thrusts.
When he stopped coming, he rolled off her and lay there on his back
beside her. She was just getting started. He seemed to be through. She
rolled on her side facing him.
"Honey&;#8230;"
Antonio rose quickly and walked to the bathroom, picking up his clothes
on the way. A few minutes later he stepped out completely
dressed.
Sarah couldn't believe her eyes. She instinctively pulled the sheets up
to her chest.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm sorry, Sarah, but&;#8230;, I have to leave. He looked not at
her, but at the door as he put his hand on the knob. There was a quiet
swoosh as the door closed.
She remained silent.
For a few minutes, Sarah didn't move.
Stillness.
Hurt.
Need.

She reached out and turned off the lamp. She licked the fingertips of
her left hand and then slowly caressed her erect nipples.
She parted her legs, and moved her right hand down. Very, very slowly,
she moistened her fingers with her own warm silk. Then moving upwards
split her lips and couldn't contain a sharp intake of breath at the joy
of it. She arrived at the mound. Her fingers savored the touch like a
blind woman with her first Braille book.

Hello secret lover, I know I can count on you.