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up for a second and made sure I wasn’t dreaming, then threw back the blankets and walked through the darkness. The chain latch wasn’t attached, so I hooked it and opened the door a couple inches.
    Mandy McGee’s gold-flecked eyes stared in at me. “Hi,” she said. “Can I come in?”
    My mouth wouldn’t say no, and I opened the door. She was still wearing her evening gown, and she stepped in, closed the door behind her, then pressed her body against mine in the pitch-blackness. I felt her hands on my bare chest as she kissed me lightly, holding me against the hallway wall. My heart thudded in my throat at her touch.
    “You thought you could resist me,” she whispered.
    I could feel her soft contours and smell her perfume. She reached out and flipped on the light switch, a sly smile on her face. Standing in her heels, she turned so I could unzip her dress. I moved the length of her silky blond hair over her shoulder and kissed her neck, and then, my hands almost trembling, I unzipped her down to the where her back curved and the swell of her ass began. Then I moved my hands to her breasts, but she stopped me, took my hand, and led me to the bed. “Sit here,” she said. I did, and she slowly undressed for me. It wasn’t until she was naked that she let me touch her.
    I closed my eyes and became immersed in the shape and scent of Mandy’s body. We started slowly, almost timidly, and it was surprisingly romantic. But before long I caught a mischievous glint in her eyes, and we quickly became entangled in positions I’d only imagined. Then she took control, climbing on top of me, her eyes half shut, her hips gyrating and her breasts bouncing in rhythm, until I exploded into her sweet softness. As I lay panting beneath her, the conflicts, challenges, and uncertainties of my life all seemed a million miles away.
    • • •
    The light of dawn filtered through the curtains, and we finally fell back exhausted and slept. We’d been up all night, and our couplings had grown progressively more athletic, to the point I felt strangely outside myself, like I was watching us in a pornographic movie. Mandy certainly would have no problem getting a part. She made love like a woman with an abundance of sexual instinct and a lifetime of promiscuity to back it up.
    It was going on noon when I woke, bleary-eyed and feeling like a king. Mandy was still there, curled in the sheets, sleeping soundly. I called room service and ordered the works, pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, orange juice, and a pot of coffee. I shaved, and was in the shower when Mandy peeked her head around the shower curtain.
    “Hi.” She smiled and stepped in.
    “Oh,” I said, fearing the worst. My genitals were sore after last night’s workout, and I doubted I was up to any more activity. Mandy put her arms around me from behind and soaped up my chest, slowly working lower and lower.
    “Be careful,” I whispered, cringing. She was, and I surprised myself. After a few minutes, we heard a banging on the door. “It’s room service,” I said.
    “Mmmm.” She jumped out of the shower, naked and wet. I heard her tell the waiter to leave it in the hall, then she was back next to me. We completed our lovemaking, leaving me thoroughly spent. I felt like I’d be limping for the rest of the day.
    We sat at the table near the window, and I opened the curtains to let the sun in. It was a bright day, and I hoped no one could see in our window because Mandy hadn’t bothered putting anything on except for a white towel neatly wrapped around her head. I watched her breasts jiggle while she ate breakfast.
    “I’m starving,” she murmured. Her nipples were dark and her tan line plunged low, highlighting the shape of her breasts with sharp contrast where her skin turned from white to copper. I forked a couple of pancakes and a sausage link onto my plate.
    “My god, what time is it?” she asked between bites.
    “Quarter after twelve,” I