Sunday Quickie: Never Say Never, Sir

I’ve always played safe. I didn’t sleep around with strangers I just met. Never invited a woman into my place unless I had a couple dates with her first. This has been my practice since becoming an adult.

But after the divorce I was strung out and out of my mind desperate for some touch.

I was at some seedy hotel that needed renovation too many years ago. The front desk auditor tossed me the key without looking away from his ten inch black and white TV. I think he was just fascinated by it because it was ancient tech. I thanked him, as if he gave two shits. I was paying by the hour. At least it was early in the evening, he promised me nobody had used the room previously tonight.

My stomach twisted up in all kinds of knots. I thought about maybe canceling. Perhaps not even bother texting “Karen” the room number. I could just go home and pretend I wasn’t about to go through with this.

But I texted Karen anyway. A very long few seconds later, the phone vibrated in my hand. She answered back.

“ c u soon”

And a red heart emoji. I’d never met Karen. The chances of ever seeing her after tonight were zippo. I was perfectly fine with that. I found her on an adults-only dating forum, where I posted an ad for anonymous sex. I did it on a lark, not really thinking anybody would respond, or that I’d go this far.

I found the room. Only a queen size bed and a TV, thankfully more modern than the guy at the front desk had. The toilet was reasonably clean, but I didn’t want to take a shower here. The curtains were closed, the window looked out on a brick wall anyway. The room smelled too harshly of lemon freshener.

I settled down on the bed, the springs squeaking under my ass. I pulled back the comforter. The sheets were clean white and smelled faintly of bleach.

A knock on the door.

I looked through the peephole. On the other side was a black haired woman about my age. I opened the door. She was a little shorter than me with dark skin and almond colored eyes. She smiled and I think I was in heaven.

“John?” she said, her breath caught in her throat.

“Karen?” I said. “Come in, please.”

She stepped inside, brushing close to me. Her perfume was light and cinnamon-y. And vaguely familiar. It took me back to when I was younger, with the whole world ahead of me and not a damn worry on my mind.

“You’re more beautiful than I expected,” I said.

Karen slipped off her leather jacket. Underneath she wore a thin sleeveless blouse with a plunging neckline. A quick down her body—short black skirt, black pantyhose, shiny red pumps—and then back up to make eye contact.

She smiled. “What were you expecting?”

I took her jacket and slung it on the back of a chair. “I don’t know.”

“You had some expectation,” she said. “I was immediately intrigued with your profile.”

Thing was, Karen seemed so familiar, as if seeing an old friend. I just couldn’t put my finger on it.

I sat down on the bed, wondering what I was doing. She sat down next to me, so close I felt her body heat.

Then I slipped my hand in hers. “How do I know you?”

I thought back on college and all the girls I met. I tried to remember back to high school and all the girls I was too scared to talk to. But that didn’t seem right. If I knew her somehow, how did I forget about this beautiful woman.

She smiled nervously. Her face and neck blushed. “Sorry,” she said.

Karen made a move to stand up. I touched her on the elbow and stopped her. “I just need a little help,” I said. “Sorry if I forgot you.”

“It’s okay,” she said. “It was more than a year ago at the licensing and business expo in Minneapolis.”

And then it clicked. I met her at one of the stupid boring presentations at the expo. We sat next to each other, eyeing one another the whole time. Then we had friendly words, and we both were called to business matters.

“I looked for you later,” I said. “But it was like you disappeared.”

“I saw you from a distance before the expo was over,” she said. “But I had no graceful way to break away from what I was doing.”

“It’s okay,” I said. “I’m sorry things didn’t work out at the time. Maybe this time we can make the most of it.”

Karen smiled. “I’d like that. But I have to admit, I don’t normally do things like this.”

“Me neither. How did you know it was me from the ad?”

“I didn’t. But I hoped like hell it was you.”

I leaned into her. And kissed her on the corner of the mouth. She returned the kiss on my lips. And nothing more needed to be said. At least not while we locked lips. For the first time that night I felt at ease, at last. This felt right. And so very good in a naughty way that you never tell anyone else about.

We made out on the corner of the bed, arms and legs tangled up. My heart hammered in my chest so hard I’m certain Karen felt it. I felt her heartbeat through the thin blouse as I massaged her breast.

One article of clothing at a time, we undressed each other. First my dress shirt, our shoes ended up in a pile on the floor with my pants on top of that. Her blouse and bra were tossed aside like dirty laundry.

When I scratched my fingernails up her thigh and up her skirt, I discovered she wasn’t wearing panties. Her pussy was wet and swollen.

Much like our clothes on the floor, we ended the night tangled together on the bed. The sun broke through the window blinds on our hot, sweaty bodies.

“Never thought this would happen,” I said. “Us, like this…” I didn’t know how to finish that thought.

Karen snuggled on my chest. “Never say never, sir.”

I kissed her hair and decided I couldn’t have said it better myself.

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