I Paid for The Hour

She had pale skin and red lips... A deep red.

In the pictures, she reminded him... reminded him of the woman who still owned his heart.

That woman -- the one with his heart -- was tall, pale, with green eyes that saw his soul and loved him anyway.

So, when he was on the site and saw her, saw this woman. Well, it was worth a try. It had been so long and no one had come close.

They agreed on the details and he jumped in the shower.

He parked his car at a restaurant not too far from the downtown luxury hotel where she was staying. Texted to let her know he was there, was nearby. She texted him the room number.

He stopped in the hotel bathroom to wash his face and calm his nerves.

She opened the door right away and let him in.

Her skin was pale, porcelain, beautiful. She wore a thick robe and nothing else. Her blonde her a mess on top of her head and around her shoulders.

Her lips … that luscious, enticing deep red. Her fingers and toes painted a powder white.

They talked for a just a bit and she told him to get comfortable.

He took off his shoes, pants, shirt and sat next to her on the bed. She untied her robe and he could see the curve of her breast.

She placed a hand on his chest and kissed his neck … he moved up to taste her lips, but she didn't kiss back. She told him she didn't kiss guys she'd just met, but maybe if this went well, they could kiss another time.

He smiled and kissed her soft shoulder. His hands explored her body, wandering from her waist to her breasts, holding her close as he absorbed her smell.

She stood and removed the robe and he was in awe. Her skin glowed. Down her spine, she had a series of tattoos. Birds.

Her skin, her lightly freckled face, her lips. She was truly beautiful.

She asked him if he had any specific requests.

And he just said... I want you to hold me.

She didn't understand.

But he said, "I paid for the hour...I want to be held."

He got under the thick, white sheets and asked her to join him.

He looked into the pale blue of her eyes and the deep red of her lips and he wrapped his hands around her young, warm body and pulled her to him.

Yes, he was aroused. Very aroused. But. He just needed this.

She said he could let her know when he was ready. And he told her this is all he was going to want. Assured her the money was there, on the table. And if she needed more, that'd be fine.

He asked her to just be quiet. And he pulled her close to him, so he could feel her heat and she could feel his desire.

Her legs wrapped around his, her head on his chest.

He smelled her hair and tried not to cry, but felt a tear fall down his cheek.

She fell asleep in his arms as he looked at her, took all of her in.

It felt so nice for him to be touched.

He eased his body out of the bed and watched her sleeping as he put on his clothes.

He stood, fully dressed now, and looked at the bed, her blonde hair, red lips, skin soft and pale and warm.

He smiled even as more tears collected in his eyes.

Quietly, he closed the door.

He was in his car, nearly home, when she texted him: "thank you."

He'd paid for the hour, and she'd given him just what he needed.