It is Friday, Valentine’s Day, a day I wish to avoid. I have been anticipating this day with dread all week. Given the challenging week I have had and my reluctance to return to an empty home, I decided to visit our preferred gathering place, Casablanca at the Grand Court Hotel.
Noticing that our table was unoccupied, I quickly headed towards it. As I passed the bar, I caught sight of an exceptionally stunning woman and detected the scent of Yves Saint Laurent Black Opium. The delightful aroma was completely enchanting and brought to mind Kim, as it was her preferred fragrance.
I reached our table and settled into a chair. The waiter approached and took my order for two Negroni cocktails. Upon his return with the beverages, I silently toasted to my beloved late wife, who succumbed to brain cancer fourteen months prior. I quickly finished the two drinks and asked for two more.
The third drink went down smoothly in a matter of seconds. The fourth drink, I nursed as I thought about Kim and how much I miss her. When the waiter returned to check on me, I placed an order of assorted appetizers and a Hacker-Pschorr Weisse with a lemon slice. I started to feel the effects of the alcohol on my empty stomach.
“What is the lady in the red dress at the bar drinking?” I asked.
“She is having a strawberry daiquiri, sir.”
“Please inform the bartender to charge that to my tab, along with any additional drinks she orders.”
“I will notify him and return shortly with your appetizer, sir.”
I observed as my waiter conversed with the bartender, who then relayed the message to the woman. He gave a nod in my direction, and she turned slightly, offering an approving nod before redirecting her attention to the bar. She seemed to avoid giving me a clear view of her, yet what I did see confirmed my initial impression.
While I waited for my meal, I became entranced by her presence. She donned a red dress adorned with white polka dots, highlighting her hourglass figure. The red stilettos she wore enhanced her overall look. Her long blonde hair cascaded down to her mid-back. As I walked past her on my way to the table, I perceived a sense of confidence emanating from her.
The waiter returned with my beer and a basket of fried appetizers, including onion rings, zucchini, mushrooms, and mozzarella sticks. Just as I was about to start my meal, the woman from the bar whom I recognized approached me.
“Hello, Tom, may I join you?” she asked somewhat nervously.
“Of course, Alison,” I replied, sounding surprised as I rose to my feet.
“Allow me to assist you with that.”
I positioned myself behind her chair, pulled it away from the table, and waited for her to take a seat. After she sat down, I gently pushed the chair closer to the table, ensuring she was not too far away. I then returned to my own seat and sat down.
“What brings you here, Alison?”
“Before I share my thoughts, I need something potent.”
I signaled to the waiter, and when he arrived, I requested a Negroni cocktail for Alison.
The waiter brought the drink and left. I watched as Alison drank the glass in a single swallow.
“Goodness, Allie, what is making you so anxious?”
“You should take a sip of your beer, and please refrain from speaking; just listen to me,” she said, her voice quivering.
“Understood,” I replied, feeling worried.
“You may consider me irrational or perhaps even delusional, but I must share this. Two months following the funeral, I was abruptly awakened one night by an intense chill in my bedroom. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I perceived Kim standing at the foot of my bed, or at least what appeared to be her. She was a spectral figure and uttered, ‘Go to him,’ before disappearing. This occurrence repeated itself nightly until just a week ago. Kim revealed to me that towards the end of her illness, she was aware of the feelings we harbored for one another and wished to spend one final night with you, through my presence.”
I remained seated, astonished and unable to comprehend the situation. I took a large gulp of beer while Allie sat there, fidgeting, anticipating my reply.
“Indeed, I have deep feelings for you, and I was aware that you harbored similar sentiments for me. If your assertions are accurate, then what does Kim expect from spending another night with me? I remarked with a hint of skepticism. I need to eat something, as the effects of the alcohol are beginning to affect me.”
Both of us reached for the basket, our hands made brief contact, and in that instant, we understood.
Then she spoke, “Hello, my love.”
“K-K-Kim, is that truly you?” My voice trembled.
“Yes, and do not worry, Allie is still present.” The voice was calm and soothing, like a gentle breeze.
“Can she hear us? Is she okay?” I asked, my concern evident.
“Yes, to both of your inquiries. I do not have much time, and I genuinely wish to make love with you one last time. Allie has consented to allow me to do so through her.”
“Can I speak with Allie?” I asked, feeling both nervous and astonished by the unfolding situation.
“Sure.”
“Allie, are you alright, and did you come to an agreement with Kim?”
I cannot believe I said that or that this situation is actually occurring.
“I am fine, and I did agree. We need to leave now; we will be in room 204. Please give us five minutes,” Allie replied, then stood up from the table.
I remained seated, attempting to process and understand the events that had just unfolded as I observed Allie, or perhaps it was Kim, or possibly both of them, making their way toward the lobby. I finished the last of my beer and waited for the five minutes to pass, contemplating my next course of action.
The five minutes elapsed, and I approached the bar to settle my bill. With considerable trepidation, I entered the elevator and, with a trembling hand, pressed the button for the second floor. The door shut, my heart raced, and when the door finally opened, I paused momentarily before exiting.
Strolling through the serene corridor felt like being in a dream. Upon reaching the room, I knocked twice. When the door swung open, Allie was there, barefoot yet fully dressed. She appeared stunning, her hazel eyes glimmering, with two full breasts prominently displayed in a deep, alluring neckline.
“Please enter, Tom. Kim has little time,” Alison remarked, as she grasped my hand and guided me to the edge of the bed.
Red rose petals adorned the bed. There was a bucket of ice accompanied by a bottle of champagne and two flutes on the bedside table.
“From this moment forward, it will be Kim.”
“She has told me that I will be able to hear and feel everything. Essentially, you will also be engaging in intimacy with me,” Alison stated, her tone brimming with eagerness.
Before I could utter a word, Alison knelt, and as my trousers and boxers fell to my ankles, I realized it was Kim. She began to kiss and lick my flaccid member until it became erect, all while gently massaging my testicles.
“Oh, Kim, I have missed you immensely,” I moaned as she gradually took me into her mouth.
She removed my member from her mouth, gazed up at me, and remarked, “Mmm, you taste exquisite, my dear. I will genuinely miss you.”
Feeling my climax approaching, Kim took the tip of my member into her mouth while expertly stroking my shaft in a corkscrew motion.
“That’s it, I’m about to cum!” I groaned between breaths.
Kim eagerly swallowed every drop that my balls released. I helped her to her feet. We shared a kiss, and I could taste the saltiness of my essence.
“I love you,” I declared as we began to undress each other.
I gently laid her back on the bed, knelt, and slid my tongue up her wet slit. My lips encircled her pearl while I fingered her pussy. She arched her back and gripped the bedsheets as I licked her slit while finger fucking her.
“Oooh, aaah, you’re going to make me cum! Aaarrgghh!” She cried out between groans and moans.
Kim came in a matter of minutes, filling my mouth with her delicious essence. I crawled up onto the bed, and she pushed me to the side, onto my back.
Straddling my hips, she sank on my cock. The warmth of her sex felt amazing. While I was squeezing her breasts, Kim pinched and pulled her nipples.
The grinding action on my cock was having the desired effect. Grunts and groans between ragged breaths filled the room.
She arched her back, and we both climaxed. Both of us could feel my cum fill her pussy. She collapsed on top of me, and I wrapped my arms around her as we kissed.
Kim looked at me, “I must go, take care of Alison, and have a happy life. You have me forever, here, and here,” she placed her hand on my heart, then caressed my head.
“Allie, are you back?” I said anxiously.
“Yes, Kim is gone, and now I want to make love with you.”
We spent the rest of the night and well into the early morning making love.
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The following year, we were married on Valentine’s Day.
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Banes1
The above story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and events are products of the author’s imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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