Stranger's Release

Groaning, she rolled over onto her side so she faced the noisy air conditioner on the wall beside the door. Her eyes were open and staring at nothing, she couldn't sleep. Her mind was milling with thoughts of him, of his voice, the feel of his hands, the way he would hold her against his chest and just sleep. Another groan, realizing the clock on the end table just above her head read 1:59, has she gotten any sleep at all yet? Doubtful, the air felt hot and sticky despite the struggles of the AC, making her skin feeling equally sticky, forcing her to just go to bed in her boxers, with a thin sheet covering the rest of her body. Hazily, she decided to push the sheet off her body, which seemed to just want to cling to her moist skin, but she had other ideas. She had to do something to get the constant thought of him out of her head other than....

Stumbling the first few steps after crawling out of bed, she padded over to her suitcase to pull out a long shirt and pulled it over her head, leaving her brown hair to tumble messily around her shoulders and back. Feeling sufficiently covered, she searched through her suitcase again until she came up with a pad of paper and a pen. Placing the pen between her teeth with a soft click, she scooped up the key to her room and padded quietly out the door, easing herself down into a chair next to her room, letting the door find its way closed.

Ah, nice and quiet. Smiling to herself as she released just how quiet it was with everyone else asleep, even the drunkards had either found their beds or were passed out somewhere, deep in a numb sleep. Closing her eyes, she allowed the still warm air to wash gently over her body as she curled up in the chair, listening to the waves lap softly against the sea shell covered beach off to her right. Yes, this night was truly perfect at this moment even if there wasn't a moon yet to be seen. Placing the pad of paper on her knee, she pulled the pen from between her teeth and simply began to write, letting the words float from her mind, to her hand and onto the paper with barely a pause to interpret whatever she was writing. The little light above her head, that stood on the wall beside each door of the resort gave her what little light she needed, providing a soft glow enough for her to see. The quiet sounds of the night were soon drowned out by her own thoughts, the writing on the paper coming out in scribbles as she described him in detail, letting herself indulge in something that nearly consumed her whole life privately.

But her hand soon became cramped, forcing her to pause and draw in a breath. And only then did she notice the figure standing in front of her. First, she saw the faded denim of his jeans, then his narrow hips, her eyes lingering on that space between the two legs before she found the white t-shirt and then his face. He looked about 40, with gray speckling the hair on his temples. His lips were curved into a gentle smile as deep brown eyes gazed down at her form, curled in the chair. She licked her lips, letting her eyes take in every detail before she finally let her eyes rest completely on his face, forcing her mind to pull away from what she was just writing and focus on the stranger in front of her.

"Aren't you a little young to be out here all alone?" His voice was quiet, even soothing, but had the huskiness of age with it, inviting her to indulge in whatever stories he had to tell.

Forcing a dry smile. My, the stupid thoughts of old men. "No, doesn't your nursing home have a curfew?"

He smiled more, letting his eyes dance with amusement as he choked back a laugh, his hands sliding up to fold his arms across his chest. She nearly lost what he next said, letting her eyes watch those hands, watching the fingers find and curl around the biceps. "Seriously, it seems odd for someone to be out here all alone at this time of night."

Forcing her eyes back up to his face, she quickly wet her lips with her tongue again, biting back any more cynical remarks, half curling a smile. "True, but I decided it'd give me an opportunity to get some writing done and I couldn't sleep. What're you doing out here, spying on me?"

It seemed impossible that his smile would ever fade from his face, the wind picking up just enough to rustle the soft dark locks that rest on top of his head. "No, but I couldn't sleep as well and just happened to peek out my window when I saw..." Was the smile turning into more of a smirk? "...A beautiful angel, sitting under a soft halo."

Despite the corniness of the compliment, she couldn't help but feel herself blush, knowing he would probably be able to see it too and for that, she cursed silently under her breath. Clearing her throat, she tilted her head slightly, toying with the pen between her fingers as she gazed up at him. "I'd offer you a chair, but...."

"Perhaps we could go back to my room and...talk?"

She knew 'talk' never meant to actually converse, so it caught her off guard slightly as she found herself blushing even more, causing an even bigger smile to spread on his face. "Well, I...suppose, but just let me go inside and throw on something else." Uncurling her legs from under herself, she started to rise from her chair, but was stopped by his fingers sliding over her arm to wrap around her wrist. Looking down at his hand, she slowly lifted her eyes back up to his face, searching for...something, she wasn't quite sure as to what.

"No, you're fine the way you are..." His voice grow huskily as he obviously took in the site of her. Pale legs dipping out from the boxers, ending in slender ankles and feet, the shirt she threw on earlier hung over her breasts, causing the hem to sway around her waist, giving little teasing glimpses of her stomach.

Nodding, he took her hand into his and turned, leading her down along the small hallway. Her mind could barely grasped what was happening, but she quickly regained herself, forcing her thoughts to remain on logic and common sense. Common sense being she should not be going into a strangers room, but maybe it was the air of the nice night or thoughts of Him that allowed her to step inside the strangers room.

Stepping inside, she had to stop to allow her eyes to adjust to the light, but she could feel him step in behind her and close the door with a soft click. She stood still, trying to eye the darkness and follow his quiet movements, holding her pad, pen and key in both hands, the air tickling and teasing her skin and the soft hairs on the back of her neck, finally managing to murmur, "What's your name?"

"Vincent," he murmured back as she felt and heard him move towards a lamp, rather than see before he turned it on so the room was lit softly from the single source, "and yours?"

"Lynn," quietly, remembering not to give out her last night, but at the same time thinking that his name rather suits him as he turned back around to face her with a smile.

"I can smell it...," whispering, he started to step towards her, the fabric of his shirt moving over his muscles, making him seem younger than what he probably was and because of that, she couldn't help but let her eyes travel over those muscles, his neck, his chest and then the length of his arms before registering what he just said.

"Smell what?"

"Your desire, your need...," his voiced softened as he slide his hand up to cup the side of her jaw gently, causing her to draw in a breath and close her eyes, "your...loneliness."

All at once she wanted to yield to him, his skin felt so soft as his fingers brushed against her earlobe and then slid down along the curve of her neck, down to her collar bone and then down between her breasts, but over her shirt to force the fabric to form around her hardening nipples.

Opening her eyes, she looked up at him, realizing he stood a good 6 inches taller than herself. The side of his face was highlighted by the lamp that stood off the side, accenting some of his features while the rest remained hidden in shadows. Lazily, her eyelids drooped slightly as she felt both his hands slide up again to cup her jaw, his smiling lips finding hers and pressing into a gentle kiss, but her body responded immediately. Her knees grew weak, making her feel as though the only thing that was holding her up were his hands as her eyes fell rest of the way closed, her lips completely melting against his own. She felt like a virgin, lifting her hands up but letting them hover in the air as they were useless, but finally her fingers sought and found the fabric of his shirt, clinging as he deepened the kiss, pulling their bodies flush against each other, as if taking the very air from her mouth.

Her mind was in a complete whirl now, her tongue timidly creeping past their lips in search of his. His smell and touch was overpowering, it grabbed a hold of her completely and refused to let go. She was vaguely aware of the fact that he was pushing her down onto his bed, his hands sliding away from her jaw and creeping up along her tensing stomach to push her shirt up. Pulling away from the kiss, he finally allowed her to breathe on her own as he sat up on his knees, removing his shirt and tossing it into the darkness somewhere. The light cast shadows across his flesh, making his muscles rolls softly into each other as she gazed lazily up at him, eyeing the fine hairs that gently rested against his chest, darker than the loose locks that laid upon his head. She could barely think, only allowing her body to move on its own instinct as he slid what little clothing she had on, off.

Now she could smell her own need as time faded into a blur. She wanted to take in everything, commit every detail into memory but he was soon on top of her, filling her core with surprising strength as she gasped and arched her body against him with the quiet release of penetration. Even their movements blurred into one as he started to take her with sweet dominance, grabbing her hands and entwining their fingers together against the bed. How did he know? How did he know this his how she loved it? She couldn't answer, she didn't want to answer such meaningless question. She wanted to enjoy the feel of his hard body, the knowing that she was his for the moment to do with as he pleased. This stranger, this deliciously perfect stranger. Yes, and he took her perfectly, pushing and taking what he wanted with no regard for her, letting her mind roll back and be consumed by this numb drug called sex.

She didn't know when it ended, she couldn't remember when he stopped torturing her bruised thighs, barely aware of when her body stopped rippling with pleasure, but she could still feel his weight on top of her, almost crushing her against the bed, but she didn't complain, she would never complain. Barely catching a glimpse of the moon, she finally allowed her eyes to close fully and slip into a comfortable, satisfied sleep.

With the sun hitting her eye, she awoke with the ache of sore muscles, the bed sheets tangled about her naked legs and growing uncomfortable. For a moment she thought she was back at home, instead of on vacation and in a stranger's room. Letting her mind struggle with itself, she turned her head slowly, feeling the weight of a human on her arm, preventing her from moving much. A small smile crept across her lips as she eyed the back of the man who laid next to her, immediately thinking it to be her nameless lover. Still smiling groggily, she allowed her gaze to travel along the spine and then up to the back of his neck, tracing the width of his shoulders.

He looked so perfect, laying there with his face turned away from her, the sunlight streaming in through the window and dancing around his touchable flesh, his hair containing a soft glow. But it was then that she realized something and her smile drifted into a frown. His hair was too dark and his skin didn't seem quite as smooth as it should, sporting a few too many blemishes. His overall appearance was older than what it should be, the skin not as stretched across the muscles as she'd like it to be.

Sighing, she gently slid her arm out from under him with a bit of difficulty, quietly thanking God for the fact that he seemed to be a heavy sleeper. Her mind slipped and dipped into a quiet resolve, forcing itself not to think about anything as she padded about the room, gathering and slipping on her scattered clothing and other things she had with her the night before, before slipping out the door as quietly as possible to head back to her room.