« : January 22, 2011, 11:01:57 AM »
I look into his eyes as my pulse begins to slow. I still feel like jelly from my orgasm, but my legs have stopped shaking and I have my breath back. I take a moment to collect my thoughts and glance over his shoulder. I see his Rolex on the nightstand. “Oh my god” I think. “Its past 3am, where did the time go? I still have to be at work tomorrow.” Raising my hand and run it over the stubble on his cheek one more time. I don’t want him to stop holding me. I feel so safe in his arms, but I pull away from him anyway and roll to the edge of the bed. I can feel our juices inside me moving as I roll over. I try not to sit directly up on his bed, but I can feel some of our sex run out of me and onto his sheets as I start to stand up.
Still naked, I can feel his eyes on me as I walk to the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I see myself in the mirror, and I look exactly like what I have been doing for the last two hours. I take some tissue off the roll and clean up between my legs. The straps on my heels are really starting to dig in now. But I’m glad I left them on for him because I know how much he liked it. I drop the tissue in the toilet, and take off my shoes. I take another look in the mirror. Now I start to regret not bringing my bag in the bathroom with me. I take a little more tissue and clean up around the edges of my mouth and eye liner. A smile creeps across my face when I think about what happened to my hair. I give a little tug and pull to it and try to make it look more windblown than sex whipped. I drop the last piece of tissue in the toilet and flush it. I pick up my shoes and prepare to make my exit.
I walk out of the bathroom and immediately I can feel his stare on me again as he looks at me from his bed. I see his eyes. They look like they are made of glitter. “I have to go.” I say, but he only nods and continues to look over my naked body. I walk across the room to where he kissed me the first time. My dress is right where he took it off. I step into it and slide it up my body. I cover my breasts and connect the hook behind my neck. I give a little tug over my bottom and, shoes in hand, walk to the bar and set my shoes on it. I reach for a pen I saw earlier when he poured my wine for me and I take one of his napkins and I write on it. “Thank you for a wonderful night.” And I write my name to make sure he remembers “Christy”, and my phone number. I leave the pen and the napkin on the bar and take my shoes and pick up my purse I left on the bar earlier. I walk slowly toward the door. Letting him look me over one more time because I want him to dream of me. As I open his door I give a quick glance over my shoulder and see him still watching. I step out into the hall and close the door behind me.
I walk back toward the elevator we took to his penthouse loft. As I walk, I begin to wonder what it would be like to wake up in those arms. I press the button to call the elevator and the door opens almost right away. I step in and press the lobby button. As the doors close in front of me I think. “I hope he calls.”