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The Gift
by Anonymous (address withheld)
***
A woman on a business trip enters her hotel room and
flips on the light... only the light doesn't come on...
(MF, nc, rp?)
***
The busy signal droned at Adrienne almost spitefully.
"Damn!" She slammed the receiver back down onto the
cradle and stared accusingly at the phone. How could he
be talking to someone else just at the moment she
needed to talk to him? She half-considered trying
again, but then decided against it. No, this time she
would just have to deal with her husband's idiocy
without the patient ear and compassionate support of
her friend. It was just as well, she mused. There
wasn't much he could do about it anyway.
Turning away from the row of pay phones, Adrienne
picked up her purse and started through the hotel lobby
toward the elevators. The sights and sounds of life on-
going around her did not intrude on her bitter internal
thoughts, and few remarked her passage.
She was sure of it now - her husband WAS having an
affair. The ticket receipts and phone records had more
than satisfied her mind on that subject. The fact that
she and her husband had not made love in more than six
months was now only a secondary matter. Her hate, she
thought as she stepped into the empty elevator, would
get her through the now inevitable divorce and beyond.
She had faith in this.
Why, then, was she crying?
As the elevator doors opened on the abandoned corridors
of her floor, Adrienne tossed her hair back, scowled,
and stalked determinedly down the hall toward her room.
She was NOT going to let this tear her to pieces. That
would be to admit defeat. She keyed her door and
reached for the light switch just inside, distractedly
contemplating another fun-filled evening of jealousy
with the actresses making their starring debuts in
whatever adult films the hotel cable station was
offering this evening. Business trips could be such a
drag at times.
The room remained dark.
Annoyed, Adrienne flipped the wall switch several
times, more as a physical vent of frustration than a
means to turn the lights on. Still, the room remained
dark. "Goddammed hotel," she muttered, and opened the
door fully to let the light from the hall lamps
illuminate her way as she crossed her hotel room to
switch on the table lamp. This was just turning out to
be her day.
As she reached the table the door slipped quietly shut
behind her.
Adrienne momentarily froze, the sudden blanket of
complete darkness around her evoking an irrational
twinge of panic drawn out of a childhood replete with
fears of the dark and solitude. She quickly suppressed
these feelings, slightly disappointed in herself for
having reacted to something so minor. "Goddammed
hotel," she sighed, as she felt across the table for
the lamp and then turned the switch.
Still, the room remained dark.
For a moment Adrienne thought that perhaps a fuse had
blown and that she would have to call down to the desk
for someone to check it out. However, the apathetic
glare of the clock radio on the night stand reassured
her that this was not the case. It was more likely a
burned-out light bulb. She leaned over to reach up
further into the lamp and remove the damaged bulb,
hoping to replace it with one from the bathroom.
Her searching fingers found an empty socket just as the
cold edge of a serrated blade impressed itself lightly
on the flesh of her throat.
Adrienne's body went rigid with fear. How could she
have been so stupid... she should have suspected
something when she opened the door...
A hand gently but firmly grasped her shoulder and
pulled her to stand up. Adrienne's mind suddenly went
blank - she was about to die... here in this hotel
room... and no one would know. Or care.
The hand lifted the purse from her shoulder, and for a
blessed instant Adrienne prayed that this was merely a
robbery. The hand, however, returned to her shoulder,
and then slowly slid down the length of her arm and
then back up, continuing across her shoulder to the
nape of her neck and forward to study the curve of her
face, then stroking her hair as it fell down her
shoulders, onto her back and down the slope of her
buttocks...
Adrienne gasped sharply as it became painfully obvious
that this would not merely be a robbery. Her slight
motion resulted in a more insistent pressing of the
knife against her throat, and Adrienne fought to
repress a rising scream.
Deftly, the hand removed her jacket without disturbing
the position of the knife and allowed it to slide to
the floor.
Oh god, oh god, how could this be happening...
The hand returned, this time alighting just below the
knife, and with infinite care, began unbuttoning her
blouse.
A tear of resignation rolled fitfully down Adrienne's
cheek as she silently cursed her husband and locked her
gaze on the sterile glow of the clock radio across the
room, willing herself a million miles away.
Her blouse was pulled out from her skirt and the
remaining buttons unclasped. The hand then strayed up
the middle of her back and in an instant had unhooked
her bra. In a tender, almost tentative motion, the hand
slid under her arm and around to trace the curve of her
breast.
Adrienne trembled slightly and closed her eyes tightly.
She tried desperately to think of other times - times
in her younger days when such contact would have sent
her mind reeling in delightful anticipation of shared
pleasure. She remembered her college beau, whose first
tender caresses had shattered her inhibitions and
awakened her womanhood.
She could feel him now, gently cupping her breast,
squeezing and stroking in ways he knew would drive her
crazy. Relaxing slightly, she savoured the remembrance
of moments long lost in the bustle of her present life,
and for the first time she noticed a scent - an almost
untraceable hint of cologne - that was somehow
familiar, somehow reassuring...
A slight tugging between her breasts roused her from
her reverie as the knife slid easily through the flimsy
material of the front of her bra, releasing the
opposite sides. The hand then played across her chest,
pushing aside the useless garments and exploring her in
motions that seemed designed specifically to tantalize.
It was strange, she thought - he seemed to know what
she liked, seemed to want to please her. It wasn't
supposed to be like this... was it? Why wasn't she more
afraid? She once again felt the tip of the knife at her
throat, this time tracing delicately across and up to a
point below her ear, then down the side of her neck and
lightly to her now erect nipple.
To her surprise, she realized that the ache in the pit
of her stomach was due more to excitement than to fear
- she was actually enjoying this! After years of
perceived stability and mediocrity, she found herself
entranced by the sinister attentions of this dark
stranger. In this terrifying moment she felt more alive
than she had in years...
The knife continued its course, highlighting the curve
of her breast and then moving down across her stomach
to slide delicately under the material of her skirt
following the curve of her hip and lower. The presence
of the knife so close to her most vital area
exhilarated her - the sense of danger heightening her
excitement rather than filling her with dread.
Slowly the knife was withdrawn, and the hand slid
steadily downward across her stomach and skirt, forming
the curve of her thigh as the fingers slid between her
legs and pushed her back against him briefly. Through
their clothing, she could distinguish the shape of his
intent - a sensation which intrigued as well as
frightened her, as if she were once again a virgin.
A moment later she felt the cold flat edge of the blade
against the back of her neck, sending exciting chills
throughout her frame as it steadily moved slowly down
the length of her spine.
A moan escaped her, surprising her with its earnest
tone of longing.
The knife once again disappeared, replaced this time
with an empty, stroking hand that pulled her blouse and
remnants of her bra over her shoulders and dropped them
to the floor. Distractedly she realized that he was no
longer holding the knife and that she might now be able
to escape if she really wanted to... but she was no
longer sure that she really wanted to.
Brushing her thick hair aside, the stranger brought his
lips to the nape of her neck, teasing the hairs with
his tongue and breath as he reached around to push his
hands once again across her stomach and between her
legs, sliding the material of her skirt sensuously over
her skin and forcing her to lean back into him. He
shifted his hips deliciously against her as he stroked,
and slowly she found herself moving with him.
As his hands worked her skirt slid upward, allowing him
finally to caress the hot sensitive flesh of her inner
thigh. Reaching back with one hand to unbutton the top
of her skirt, he then plunged both hands inside her
clothing in a motion that drew her skirt and panties
partway down her hips. He teasingly explored her,
kneading and probing gently in places no one had ever
though to before, and then in an unexpected movement
slipped a finger into her desperate warmth.
In a moment of sheer delight she reached up and
caressed his face lovingly, almost in disbelief that
such exquisite sensations could be real and have
remained hidden from her for so long.
Withdrawing his hands once again, he brushed her
remaining clothing down over her hips and onto the
floor, then stopping briefly to dispense with his own.
A moment later he ran his palms down her sides and
embraced her as he softly kissed her neck and
shoulders.
Seeking to reciprocate, Adrienne reached behind her and
tentatively caressed her unknown lover. Running her
hands slowly down his sides and back, down the curve of
his buttocks, she discovered that he was much more
muscular than her husband, much more firmly toned...
He stepped closer, and to her delight she realized that
he was also much larger.
As he moved against her, his organ pressed against the
soft flesh of her buttocks, sliding deliciously down
between her legs. Unconsciously, she parted her legs to
him slightly, and he shifted forward, exciting her even
more with his nearness.
The ache in her stomach intensified almost to the point
of being unbearable - she wanted him more than she had
ever wanted anyone before. As if sensing this, he
leaned forward over her, forcing her to bend under him,
and then thrust upward suddenly, catching her
unexpectedly and causing her to gasp in surprise. He
moved away slightly and then thrust again, his size and
strength amazing her with every motion.
After a moment he withdrew, peaking her desire by
denying her what she so longed for, and then, placing
his hands firmly on the back of her neck and stomach,
urged her forward onto the bed, his grip preventing her
from turning or deviating from his command. At his
direction she crawled forward across the mattress and
then stopped, waiting. She felt the bed shift under his
weight as he knelt on the edge behind her.
For a moment she was unsure, having never done this
quite this way before, but the touch of his expert
hands on her back reassured her. Once again he stroked
down the front of her thighs and then back up,
massaging all hesitancy out of her muscles. Suddenly he
forced her back as he thrust forward, and Adrienne once
again found herself on the way to heaven.
With every motion, she felt the smooth muscles of his
thighs slide against the backs of her own, his hands
kneading her back and shoulders and guiding her to
accept more and more of him unfailingly. He touched her
in ways her husband never could, driving her quickly
and inexorably toward the brink of fulfillment.
The sound of her blood racing in her ears prevented her
from hearing his labored breathing as her lover
approached his climax, so his final powerful thrust
caught her unaware and sent her mind spiraling
uncontrollably into the void of ecstasy. The strength
in her arms disappeared and she nearly fell forward
obliviously, but he held her up, embracing her tenderly
as they rocked together with the last touches of
orgasm.
As reality inevitably returned to Adrienne's clouded
mind, he placed his hands on her hips and moved her
forward away from him and then down onto the bed. She
felt him leave the mattress, and then a moment later
throw the bedcovers over her completely.
Through the blanket she heard the muffled sounds of him
re-dressing and suddenly realized that he was about to
leave - he who had fulfilled a fantasy and re-
introduced her to her own passionate side, and she
didn't even know who he was. She leaned up, struggling
to escape the blankets, and cried, "Wait..."
Before she could continue, she felt him sit on the edge
of the bed close to her. Through the blanket a gentle
hand stroked her face lovingly, speaking more than
words could ever relate. Then in a flash the hand was
gone and the door clicked shut behind him.
***
The next morning Adrienne packed her things and left
her room, bound for home. Her mind remained blank as
she rode the elevator down to the lobby and then
crossed through the series of shops toward the main
desk. One of the shops - a boutique opposite the main
entrance, attracted her attention. Like an automaton
she turned and walked into it, ignoring the smile of
the register attendant as she passed. Moving directly
to one aisle, she made her selection and approached the
register.
As she rung up the bill, the attendant said, "Kouros...
a fine choice."
Adrienne handed the attendant her credit card and
carefully placed the bottle of cologne into her purse.
"Yes, I know. I bought it for a dear friend of mine as
a Christmas gift last year."
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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