The Traveler

600 miles. 9 hours on the road in the middle of a cold and lonely winter. The interstate hotel he'd recommended was fairly quiet and close to a few restaurants. She wouldn't have to navigate the strange town between a place that wasn't home and another place that wouldn't be, either.

She'd been basically alone for a few months. But had managed through her blogging to make a few connections. That's how she'd found this place. And that's how she knew someone would be meeting her across the street.

She'd texted him about 30 minutes before. She'd showered and felt relaxed, if also quite tired.

She was hungry, but not starving. More sleepy than anything. But also craving the presence of another human. Of a good conversation. She saw the car he said he drove. And got out of hers.

He was wearing a black winter coat. His hair seemed darker than in the picture. She was in boots, tights, and a skirt... a leather jacket over a sweater. Her heart was beating rapidly as he approached.

They introduced and he held the door as she entered the restaurant. She talked quickly, intently, her hands moving to make her points -- points he couldn't quite make out because he was focused on how lovely she was. On her eyes. On her skin. On the fact that he hadn't had a real one-on-one conversation with an interesting woman in forever. Her talking gave him a chance to calm down.

She'd never have known he was nervous, b/c he appeared very, very serious. But he was. Afraid he might mess something up or say something off. But, she was talking now. And it was just dinner. Just an hour or two in pleasant conversation with a beautiful woman. He began talking, too. And appreciating the way she listened. As he relaxed more, he found himself becoming slightly aroused.

A fact that made him smile. They sat and talked and ate and talked and nearly 2 hours had gone by. The meal and the exhaustion of driving all day combined to make her eyes tired and her body ache for the warmth of her hotel bed. She said she needed to go.

He offered to follow her back, to be sure she got in ok. When she parked in front of the door, he got out and they smiled and he hugged her. She asked him in for a minute. Just to make her feel comfortable before bed. He sat in the chair and she retreated to the bathroom. She returned in a light cotton nightgown under which he could see the outline of lace panties and no bra.

She got in bed and asked him to just sit there. To make her feel safe. To talk to her. Until she fell asleep. As they talked, she told him she hadn't been held in such a long time. He eased his shoes off. Left his coat on the chair. And got behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. She leaned back to him. Her hair under his chin. He delighted in the scent of her shampoo.

In the presence of a warm body next to his.

I'll stay all night, he told her. I'll hold you all night if you want. She did. He got up for a moment.

Went to the bathroom. And returned to bed in his boxer briefs and t-shirt. He eased under the covers and took his place behind her. Arms around her again, hair wafting sweet scents beneath him. Her body warm against his chest. She smiled and drifted to sleep. He relaxed, and felt his own need for sleep take over. Just the pure comfort of being next to her, close to someone who wanted to be close to him, made him feel the best he'd felt in months, maybe years.

A few hours later, he awoke. Intensely hot and incredibly aroused. She was still in his arms, the curve of her hips nestling against what was now a madly throbbing erection. Her hair was more tempting now, making him hunger to be closer. He tried to close his eyes, to find sleep again. But his body wouldn't let him. His erection was urgent. And should she wake to find him like this?

He counted to 10. To 20. He took his hand and lifted her hair, exposing the soft flesh of her neck. He took just one kiss, just one taste of her neck. Then another. She moved ... closer in to him.

He kissed her neck again. His hand moved from her waist to her chest, cupping a firm, young breast in his hand. The curve of her body against him, the curve of her breast in his hand, the taste of her skin ... He pushed himself into her, his erection on her ass... His hand found it's way under the short nightgown... across her stomach, to her breast... She woke slightly and smiled... She moved closer...

He kissed her neck, her shoulders.. pulling her to him.. She simply told him not to stop He took his time, appreciating her body, tasting her flesh, absorbing her through lips and nostrils... the tip of his erection was outside the top of his boxer briefs... Her hand fell back, stroked him... and she moaned slightly

Do what you will, she said, just don't leave me He stayed behind her, kissed her. His free hand pushed his cotton barrier down... off.

Then it was against lace, against her flesh. Warmth, moisture, a searing heat pushed back as a finger danced between her lips Pressure on her clit, and a soft moan... she said his name, a whisper he could barely hear A finger inside her as his lips continued their pleasurable assault on her neck.

A second finger, and a gasp from her, and her response nearly sent him over He took some time, enjoyed the tightness of flesh wrapped around his fingers... She felt his hardness, felt the moisture at his tip against her thigh

He couldn't hold back

He lifted her leg slightly, his hand on his raging member, and gently pushed the head inside

The slight sting of pain was followed by the warmth of pleasure... a fullness in her she'd been missing. As he eased further in, she felt a touch more pain, she almost always did, but it was a feeling she craved.

He was inside her now, holding there, holding her. Their bodies completely together, his behind hers. They were one. And they were still. Both in a place they needed to be. Both hungry for that connection, for the raw oneness of two bodies joining. He pushed in a bit, then out. One hand on her waist, one on her breast. She kept whispering his name. He took his time.

Holding back the best he could. Her tightness nearly overwhelming. His hand found the base of his cock. Moved up, felt her wetness. Up a bit and pressure, so slight, then more intense, on her now throbbing clit.

He felt her body respond. Her quiet whispers now louder moans and her urging cries of yes..yes...yes

His thrusting and the pressure on her clit were too much... she knew ... She pushed down, took all of him in... and contracted...contracted... he felt her and his head grew a bit... he knew. As the wave of her orgasm squeezed, he began to explode...once, twice, again... one more... deep inside her he came.

A few small thrusts And he held himself inside. For a second, another. His arms around her. The bodies slightly wet with sweat. Smiling, laughing. Was it a dream? They stayed there, bodies close.

And when she woke, his naked cock was hard again, throbbing on her thigh. Her own panties gone. She smiled reflecting on the sleepy, dreamy, wonderful encounter. She turned and kissed his lips.

Watched his body rest as she prepared for her day of driving. She would not soon forget the man she met. The one who gave her the pleasure of intimacy at a time when she needed it most.

When he finally woke, the sun was pushing through dark curtains and the room was empty. He realized she was gone, realized what they had done. And smiled. Smiled so deeply inside. He dressed and sent texts and emails feverishly to establish he was indeed working that day. And he smiled again when he saw her number and the words: "Thank you"