14 comments/ 22744 views/ 5 favorites A Race Against Time By: Jimmela Two miles in nineteen twenty. Not bad. Not bad for a thirty five year old guy who just went back to running a year ago. I was a hot shot five kilometer runner in high school, got a track scholarship to Ohio State, got into beer and broads in my junior year and well, the rest is history. Then, in a routine checkup three years ago, there was an irregularity in the heart beat. Nothing to panic about, but the cardiologist made it pretty clear that high living with no exercise was out from here on in. Listen, I travel. My job is with a high level HR agency. That exam jerked me into reality. I joined a fitness club, started on the treadmill, then took to the roads and within one year I was back in shape. Stay that way out of pure fear. Now I run regularly - on the roads when I can, at school tracks when I don't know the roads in a city. So, here I am at my old Alma Mater, Ohio State. It is September, the weather has cooled, the sun is out and I just did a later in life PR for a two mile run! I'm an easy five foot eleven dripping wet (which I am right now) and my weight is down to one seventy five. Doctor says stay there, so I do. I was trotting around the track to warm down, when I felt footsteps behind me. I was on the inside so it was easy to pass me. The footsteps got closer and suddenly there was a figure beside me. A woman. Almost my height. She blew by me and I got a look at a rather sensational ass and a pair of great long legs as she pounded around the turn. I was walking by now, admiring the view, no more. I really did not have enough gas in the tank to catch her and I didn't want to look like a schmuck and pull alongside too winded to talk. I trotted over to the stands where my gym bag was parked when I heard the footsteps behind me, but slowing down. I glanced back and it was her. She pulled to a stop and smiled at me. Blonde hair in a ponytail. Really nice build. Breasts large enough to display some cleavage in the front of her jersey. Long tan legs, nice molded arms. Chick works out. I looked at her face and I was frankly, startled. This was no kid. She was older than me, but I couldn't tell by how much. Face was still taut - and still gorgeous. I could see lines on the cheeks and even a few wrinkles in the neck. But the eyes. Man! I cannot even describe them. They were deep and gray - no blue - no green! And when I say deep, I mean looking into them I felt like they were pulling me in, or maybe I was fantasizing diving right into a pair of eyes! Weird? You would have to have been there. "Andy Finesilver, right?" The voice was deep and well- modulated. Again, not a young voice but not really like old either. "Umm...yes...do I know you - please say yes!" She threw back her head and laughed. A full throated roar, well beyond what I expected. She shook her head and the pony tail whipped around her neck. "No, Andy - not yet - but I know you." I was staring at this incredible older woman, well, older than me - I thought. And she knew me? "Don't look so startled. Graduated from OSU but not on the track team when you did right?" I nodded my head. "But..." She came right up to me and put one cool hand on my shoulder. "Don't sweat it Andy - it's really pretty simple. You going to be in Columbus long?" "Well, no - I mean I have to leave tomorrow afternoon, matter of fact." "Then," she said stepping back a bit and putting hands on those great hips, "why not have dinner with me tonight?" I had to sit down on the first row of the stands. "Look," I said shaking my head, "You say you know me but I don't understand..." "You're staying at the Westin on High Street, right? "Well, yes, but..." "No buts - be in the lobby at seven. Dress nice. I want to show you off." ***** This could be the weirdest thing that ever happened to me. She took off and I watched those long strides around the track one more time and without slowing down she went out the ramp to the parking lot. I jumped up, slung my gym bag over my shoulder and bolted for the ramp. I could not have been more than thirty seconds behind her - but when I came up the ramp - gone! Man! What was all this about? So, I went back to the hotel, did some e-mails, checked my office and took a nap. Why not? I woke up as the sun was setting about six fifteen. I took a really long shower wondering about my mystery woman.Who the hell was she? Why does she seem to know so much about me - down to my hotel! And she even knew something about my past. Could she have been a detective? But for what? I am not that big a deal - honest! Finally I decided, well tonight will tell. I put on a long sleeved light blue sports shirt - with collar. I added a light sweater, some dark blue pants and I was as ready as I would ever be for what was ahead - I thought. I went down to the lobby and stood outside the front entrance chatting with the doorman. Suddenly a light blue BMW convertible with the top down roared around the corner and pulled to a stop right in front of us. She was dressed in something pale pink with a long pale pink scarf wrapped around her neck and shoulders. The blonde hair was long and fell around her shoulders in waves. I have no idea how it stayed in place in an open convertible. Blue eyes looked over at me. "C'mon Finesilver!" The deep voice called. "I'm famished." I jumped in the passenger side and without another word we took off. We were flying down a road alongside the Olentangy River headed north out of town. Not a word. Not that it would have been easy at that speed and the air whipping by. I glanced over. She was driving with two hands relaxed on the steering wheel. A thin gold bracelet on her left wrist. No rings. Her profile was distinct. Solid jaw, clearly outlined. Lips parted - really thick and voluptuous. It was hard to tell what she was wearing - the scarf covered almost all of her upper body. Dress only went to slightly below the knees and was pulled up enough for me to see no stockings and legs that looked as good as they did on the track. We pulled into a restaurant parking lot along the river. She pulled up to the door and the valet was there before I could get out of the car. When we got through the door she suddenly turned to me. The eyes! Those freaking eyes! And a smile to go with them. "The patio on the river is gorgeous. Outside okay?" I could barely nod. "Oh! Yeah! Fine!" The matre'd came over and with one look at this lady was all smiles. Shit! I don't even know her fucking name! What is wrong with me? He walked us outside some large glass doors to a lovely patio with Japanese lanterns strung on wires as lighting. He led us to a table overlooking the water, produced two huge menus and left. I took a deep breath and leaned over the table. "Look," I said looking directly into those eyes. "I like mysteries as much as the next guy, but I don't even know your name!" She did not answer me at once. Instead she slowly took the long pink scarf from around her shoulders and slowly folded it over the back of the chair. Oh God! The dress she was almost wearing had two thin straps on her shoulders which were tan and well formed. I love a woman with well-formed deltoids and she had them. The dress literally dove between her breasts. I could see her chest almost to her breast bone. I really did not believe there could have been a bra built into the dress the way it hung on her. The breasts were full and I could swear I could see the beginning of a nipple - but that could have been projection on my part. "My name? Andy - you don't know?" "Dammit! You told me that you know me, but that I didn't know you! How would I know your name?" She looked back at me. Slight smile, eyes a bit lidded. "My name, right?" I nodded. "Call me Savanna." "Fine. If that's your name." "Do you like it?" She suddenly reached across the table and grabbed both my hands which were wrapped tightly around my napkin. "Andy! Have I displeased you?" I drew a deep breath but did nothing to take her hands away. They were cool and really strong. "Okay," I said, leaning both elbows on the table. "Your name is Savanna." She gave me a slow nod and the blonde hair rippled. "Savanna - what do you do? Where are you from and how did you find me?" She leaned back against the chair. Her shoulders squared and the magnificent breasts stood up straight. Yeah, definitely no bra. "Andy, I guess I'm in the same business as you - Human Resources, right?" Okay- so it was a business thing. Maybe some other company had sent this magnificent piece of bait to lure me away from Sturgis and Company. Well, hey! In that case I am certainly going to listen. "Yes, Ma'am and as you probably know I'm with Sturgis. You?" Her smile was overwhelming. "I'm more, I guess freelance." "So, okay - tell me more. I hate it when somebody has such an advantage over me. You obviously are a good runner. Do races?" She leaned forward and the cleavage was enough to make my eyes water. "Occasionally. When I can. You have five marathons under your belt, right?" Before I had a chance to get pissed off even more, Savanna raised her wine glass. The eyes were smoldering. "Andy, to you. Please don't question me so much. There is no need. You are thirty five, never married. You are handsome, well-built and doing well in your career. Far as I know, no serious relationships. So let us drink to our meeting and this beautiful night." "So - there are actually things about me that you don't know?" She took a long sip of the wine. "Some - I do know that you have a few, shall we say friends with benefits? And that they are pretty well scattered across the country." "Hey!" I held my glass high. "How much do you know about my sex life for God sake?" The laugh was throaty and she reached for my hand again. "Nothing Andy! Except to keep all those luscious ladies happy, you must be pretty good." Damn! I was blushing. I drained my glass and reached for the bottle. I poured mine and filled hers. "All right, " I said. "Enough! Where are you from? Do you have family? I guess you are not married.". "I'm from Eastern Europe, mostly. Been to Asia, Africa and South America. No, I am not married and I don't want you to leave Sturgis. Now, talk to me about music, marathoning and what you like to do." I felt like ice had been broken. I found I really didn't care that much to find more about the mystery of Savanna. Just to relax and talk. Dinner was a haze. I talked and drank wine although the lady was glass for glass with me. I told her a helluva lot more than I thought I would. About my folks who never really got me about how I fucked up my college career. About the girls who meant really so little to me and why I didn't have any close friends. Desert was fruit followed by Amaretto and I was really, really mellow by the time the check arrived. Before I could reach it one of those fantastic hands reached out and slid it away from me. "No darling, I invited you, remember?" When the card came back and she signed, we both stood. She slid an arm around my waist. "Thank you for finally relaxing with me Andy. I was afraid I was making an ass of myself teasing you with what I know about you. There is a lot I'd like to know." I slid her arm from around my waist and took her hand in mine. "You? Savanna, you are one of the most fascinating women - make that person I have ever met and yet I know so little about you. Where do we go from here?" She squeezed my hand and gave the ticket to the valet. The BMW was there in less than a minute. "You okay to drive?" I asked. "Better than you, my friend," she smiled at me. No, I was not drunk, but just this side of it. We were back at the hotel really quickly. I think. It was a blur. She didn't drop me off in front, but rather pulled into the garage and parked within two cars of my Subaru. "Umm..." I mumbled. She got out of her side and I got out on mine. Without saying a word, she took my hand and led me to the elevator. She pushed the button and the car rose. She turned to me, came up against me, put her hand on the back of my neck and kissed me with the softest most passionate kiss I have ever experienced. How do I describe it? It was soft and clinging but strong and demanding. Her tongue flicked out and I responded. One of her arms was around my neck, the other around my waist as she thrust her pelvis into me. To say I got an instant erection would be an understatement. Almost before I could get my arms around her, the bell dinged and the elevator doors opened. She pulled back just an inch or so and took my hand from around her back and led me into the hall. It was my floor. She took me down the hall and passed my room. She stopped at the room next door and handed me the key card. I found the slot without too much trouble and pushed the door open. I held it and she stepped in ahead of me. As she did, her left hand reached up and slid her dress off her shoulder. She repeated it on the other side before I was completely in the room. I let the door slide closed and turned to lock it. When I turned back she was standing in the middle of the room completely naked. I felt my breath leave my body. This was not a woman, this was a painting or a statue. Her face was totally still. No smile. Her blonde hair fell on her shoulders. Her breasts were larger than I imagined. They stood straight with large areolas and pure pink nipples. Her legs looked longer and were not muscular but well -formed as I saw on the track. She had ample hips and a tight stomach. Her pubic area was almost hair free and that which was there was a very pale blonde. I could not stop staring. "Well, Andy," came the soft smoky voice, "surprised? Adequate?" "Oh my God, Savanna! I never thought! I mean - God you are magnificent." She took two steps towards me. "Do you want to touch me, Andy? To see if I'm real?" I moved the two steps to her and enfolded her in my arms. "Savanna, you are as real as any woman I've ever held. I mean..." Her fingers came up and closed my lips. Her arms went around me and she thrust her pelvis into me. She probed my mouth with her velvet tongue and then stepped back. "Come to me Andy Finesilver," she whispered and moved across the room to the bed. I was out of my shirt and pants in less time than it took her to fold back the spread and lie down on her back. She did not bother to turn the lights off and neither did I. Shoes and socks off - never could understand how some schmuck could climb into bed with a girl wearing socks, for God sake! I still had my jockeys on but my erection was standing out like a baseball bat - well not quite, but you know what I mean. I slid in on the other side of the bed. She pulled the sheet back and turned to me, on one elbow. "Jockeys, Andy?" The smoky voice said. "Well at least they're not some ghastly shorts. She reached over and touched my erection. I thought I was going to come right there. I reached down and pulled the Jockeys off in one motion. I looked back at her. She was lying back, her arms folded on her stomach, watching me out of those eyes. Definitely green. Looking at her I got this weird feeling. It was as if she wasn't really there. Like it was a dream - no - like when you wake up from an erotic dream and the mental picture of the girl is still plastered on your mind. I reached over and touched her hand. Yeah, she was real. She did not move. Just kept looking at me. Then suddenly her legs began to move apart. Her arms went to her sides and she sighed. "Waiting for you, Andy." I rolled over on top of her. Her skin was cool, her hands remained at her sides. I brushed my lips over her cheek. No reaction. I moved to her lips. She kissed me back but did not move anything. I slid down to her breasts. I slid my hand around one nipple. The entire breast was firm as could be, but the nipple hardened as I stroked it. "Kiss it Andy" came the smoky voice. I did. Kissed it and licked it and took it in my mouth and sucked. Still she did not move. No panting, no groaning, no writhing. What the hell was wrong? Man, usually when a girl - make that woman comes on to you like this one has...I mean she got naked, right? She touched my erection and practically told me to take off my jockeys. She said "waiting for you", right? What the hell was I doing wrong? Then suddenly, the arms went around my back. Her hips lifted and I was inside her. I swear I did not thrust nor move - or I don't think I did, but suddenly, she was wrapped around my penis and I was sliding back and forth with a magnificent rhythm while her hips moved in perfect motion with me. Then I felt her legs come up around my back and lock. She thrust at me faster and deeper and harder and I swear I felt her pulling and closing and then opening as I started to pump faster. The thrill, the sensitivity, the sheer pleasure was the greatest I ever experienced. I mean I've been with what? Maybe fifty women since college? But never, never anything like this! And then as she breathed in my ear in a language I did not recognize her legs grabbed my hips, she thrust upwards almost lifting me off the bed and she came. She came in a shuddering gasp and a writhing of her body and her hands raked themselves down my back and I felt I must be bleeding but I had no time to think of that. It was coming on like a torrent. I was about to climax like I never had in my life. I felt my penis grow and thrust once more and as she came down from her orgasm I started. And moaning and groaning and throwing her head from side to side. And then, slowly, we both stopped. She lay still beneath me. I was trying to control my breathing. I rolled over and lay on my back, my eyes closed. She leaned over and ran one finger down the center of my chest to my stomach. She stroked my stomach, not saying a word. Me? I couldn't speak and if I could, I don't know what I would say. What was this all about? An obviously older woman, I don't know - maybe twenty, twenty five years my senior? But man, she didn't really look it and she sure as hell did not act it! Because the lights were on I could see her up close. Still could not figure her age, but at this point that is one thing I was not about to bring up. Her hand reached out and stroked my hair. Then again, her hand moved slowly down my body tracing a line with one of her long fingernails. When she got to my navel I felt a stirring and Goddam! Getting hard again. She looked down as the cockman started to rise. She gave me that smoky smile . She wiggled down until she had her head even with my stomach. Then her tongue which I suddenly saw was incredibly long, licked at my navel. I was getting larger and harder. Slowly she traced a line from my navel to my crotch. Then one long, lovely hand wrapped around my penis. God! It was so hard! She slid down a little more and gently put her lips around the tip. My toes curled. That incredibly long tongue came out and then she was twirling and sucking and the blonde hair was swirling and I arched my back and she seemed to take me all the way down her throat and suddenly I came again in what seemed like torrents. But she didn't stop. I was getting so sensitive I thought I would scream - and just then she lifted off, licked my testicles once and stood up. The smoky voice seemed to be coming from a million miles away. "Satisfied, Andy?" Groggily I nodded. "Oh yes, Savanna, oh God yes. Where the hell did you come from? Why me? What is really going on?" She leaned over and kissed me gently. "You're tired Andy. Go to your room and get some sleep." "But! I don't want to leave you!" She reached down and pulled me up. She pointed me to my clothes and I picked them up. She led me to the adjoining door to my room and opened it on both sides. How the hell did she manage that? A Race Against Time She gently shoved me into my own room and the door closed and locked behind me. •******* I didn't sleep, I collapsed. Tossing my clothes on a chair, I flopped into bed. No tooth brushing, not even a pee. Gone. I awoke with my cell phone buzzing. I reached to the night table, clawed around and picked it up. "Andy Finesilver!" God - I sounded almost natural. "Andy!" Came a somewhat familiar voice. "Scott Kidd! We still meeting today?" "Umm...Oh! Sure, Scott." I looked at the clock on the table. It said eight thirty. Shit! "What time can we..." "Dude! We set for coffee at ten. I'll be in the lobby. Cool?" A major client. "Right! See you then." I hung up and laid back. A dream? Did it really happen? I wonder... I went to the door to the adjoining room. Locked. Knocked. Nothing. Then I saw a note slid under the door. It was folded just once. I opened it and read: Andy: You are an amazing lover, a beautiful person. I will see you at least once more in the time you have left. Now, what the hell did that mean? I got down to the lobby about quarter to ten and went to the front desk. I smiled at the dark eyed girl in her crisp Westin uniform. "Hi!" I said turning on as much of the Finesilver charm as I could. "Umm...I want to know if a lady checked out of the hotel this morning?" She looked at me and blinked. "Sir, a number of ladies checked out this morning. Do you have a name?" Duh! Stuck again. "Well no. I'm in room four eight six and well, she was in the room next to mine and we had dinner together..." The bright young thing cocked her head to one side. "You had dinner with her and you don't know her name?" I knew I was blushing. "Well - yeah - I mean I know her first name. I think. It's Savanna." She sighed. "Well, which side of you was this mystery woman's room?" "As you faced my room it was on the right." "Okay Romeo," she was smiling. "Let me check four eight four and four eight eight." She turned to her computer and started clicking. "Well, in four eight four there was and still is a George Dempsey from St. Louis - but I guess that's not her, right?" Got to admit, this one was cute - a bit young, but cute and I was enjoying the banter. "No ma'am that is not her. Could you try four eight eight?" She clicked the computer and gave me a puzzled look. "Sir, Mr. Finesilver - no one was in four eight eight last night" I gave her a blank stare. "But there had to be! I mean I was in that room and we...that is I..." Okay, dickhead - what were you going to say? I gathered my wits such as they were and gave her a sheepish smile. "Oops! My bad. I guess I was drunker than I thought. Miss - thanks for your kindness." I got the toothy smile. "No problem Mr. Finesilver. Are you checking out today?" "In about an hour. And thanks." "You are really quite welcome. Do come back soon." So I had coffee with Scott Kidd and we talked business and I pretty well put yesterday and last night out of my mind for a while. Next stop for me was Chicago. Flew non-stop on the 4:15 which got me about 4:45 Chicago time. The cab ride from O'Hare took about forty five minutes in afternoon rush hour traffic. I checked in and with no plans until a meeting at nine o'clock tomorrow, I got into my running gear and went down to the gym. Running outside in downtown Chicago any time after six in the morning is impossible. I got off the elevator and went in where I knew there were at least four treadmills. I scanned the floor for an empty one and Damn! There she was! On the second treadmill, freaking Savanna! This was beyond mysterious - it was scary! I went right up to her, moved to the front of the treadmill so that we were face to face. She was staring into space, no earphones, just a steady pace. "Okay!" I said, a little stronger than I meant to. "What the hell is all this about! Savanna - it is not funny anymore - what are you doing here and what do you want from me?" She looked at me and smiled. The wrinkles on her cheeks seemed more defined. "Andy! What a pleasant surprise! I had no idea." "Bullshit Savanna!" We were the only two people in the place, but I my voice was louder than I meant it to be. "What do you want from me?" She pressed the stop button on the treadmill and it slowed as she walked on it. It stopped and she took a towel off the handlebars and wiped that magnificent face. She was wearing the same outfit that I first saw her in in Columbus. "Andy," her smile was devastating. The green eyes were sucking me in again. "Did you get my note?" "Yes! I got your goddam note! And the lady at the Wyndham desk told me you weren't even in the freaking hotel last night!" She stepped down and came within a foot of me. The chemistry - or whatever it was, still there. "Andy, darling. Was last night all right?" "All right? It was some of the greatest sex I ever had! But Savanna, there's just too much mystery here - I'm not used to this." "Andy - there really is no mystery. I am in your life for a reason, don't you think?" I grabbed her by both elbows. "Yes! I am sure - but I need to know what the goddam reason is!" She threw both arms around me and gave me that soft enveloping kiss. I felt her pelvis thrust into me. Her tongue began to flick at me lips. Okay - I'm a practicing heterosexual, I kissed back, giving as good as I was getting. She leaned into my ear. "Five oh three. Give me ten minutes." With that she like disappeared from my arms and was gone. Poof! Like that. I was standing alone in the fitness center with an incredible boner. Then it hit me. Five oh three. I was in goddam five oh five! She did it again! I had not even run a step, but I was sweating. No! Forget it! She is playing fucking games with me and I just don't like it. But that kiss...and last night. I got off the elevator on the fifth floor, walked past my room and there was five oh three - with the door unlatched. I pushed it open, put my head inside and said, very softly "Savanna?" "Come in Andy." The smoky voice. "Lock the door behind you." I did. The room was in semi darkness, the blinds pulled against the afternoon setting sun. She was on the bed, stark naked. She was lying on her back, hands behind her head staring at the ceiling. I stood beside the bed, not sure what to do. Oh, believe me I knew what I wanted to do and my dick was begging me to do it. But I really needed a little clarity here. "Savanna..." I began. She turned half to me. "Hush Andy. We don't have a lot of time. Make love to me." She reached her arms out to me and I was toast. I slid out of my jersey, shorts, shoes and socks in maybe eight seconds and was on top of the sheets next to her. She took my left hand and moved it to between her legs. She was warm and wet. "Stroke me Andy." I began with my thumb and then slid my forefinger in her vagina. She arched against me and hissed between her lips. "More!" She growled. I added my other fingers and she thrust against me. "More!" Well, there was only one thing left that I knew of. I made a fist and worked it inside her welcoming opening. I began to work it around as best I could, feeling warmth and wetness and her thrusting against me and again growling in that strange language from last night. Suddenly she shuddered, wrapped her hand around my wrist as I moved inside her. She thrust upwards and had this incredible orgasm that flooded my hand with her juices. She came down from the orgasm, grabbed my fist and pulled it out of her. She reached over and grabbed my shoulders. "Now you, Andy, now you!" She laid me down on my back and came astride me. She took my penis and settled down on it with the hissing and the strange language. She began to thrust up and down, back and forth. Those magnificent breasts were pumping up and down with her. Her solid stomach was tight as she moved expertly back and forth, back and forth. And then together we had this shuddering climax where her body lifted; her vagina seemed to clutch my penis - she slammed down on me and I came at least as strongly as I did the night before. She collapsed on me and my arms went around her and she began to sob softly nestled in my shoulder. "Savanna?" I said softly. "Everything all right?" She lifted her head enough to stare at me. Those eyes! "Andy, I did not know it was going to be like this. You are good looking, funny, an incredible lover - and I do not want to let you go." I rolled her over so that we were lying next to each other. "Savanna, there is so much I don't know about you. So much of this is confusing. Who the hell are you? Why are you in my life? What happens next?" She wiped her eyes on the sheet. "Next, dear one," she almost whispered," is dinner here in the hotel - an early dinner, all right?" All right? Damn! If this was a dream, do not wake me up! I went next door to my room, showered, dressed and knocked on the adjoining door. Man! De ja vou all over again. She opened it and was standing there in an off the shoulder green blouse and white slacks. Tiny gold slippers on her feet. I was wearing a short sleeved sports shirt and black pants with my "dress" white Nikes. She took my hand, smiled and kissed me lightly on the cheek. We took the elevator to the lobby. It was about seven o'clock, I guess. I wasn't wearing a watch and I really did not give a shit about the time anyway. Dinner was a dream of wine and shrimp and her getting me to talk about myself. She asked me about my heart problem and why I was not married and...suddenly I stopped. The Amaretto had just been served and I held up my hand. "Enough! It's all about Andy. Now, I have to know . Are you the real deal? Who are you, really. What do you want from me? How did you find out so much about me. Savanna! - if that really is your name. Your turn. She looked at me with those eyes. Tonight she looked tired. Little dark circles under the incredible eyes, a few wrinkles in the neck, a few more on the cheeks. Her fingers encircled her Amaretto glass. "Andy, I told you that I was in human resources. Well, I am. But not like you. I look for people who are looking for a change or who have given up or who well, are looking for me." "Whoa! What are you? A Life Coach? And one more time, how do you know so much about me?" She looked down at her glass. "Andy, do you know how simple it is in today's world to find out everything you want to know about anyone?" "Well, yeah..but..." She looked up at me and I swear there was a tear in her left eye. "I know you were not looking for me. I found you." "No question there, lady." She reached over and took my hands. Her hands were like ice. "Andy, I know you have made love to many women. Some of them must have been smart, beautiful, great in bed..." I reached across and put my fingers on her cold lips. "Savanna - sure I have gotten laid more times than I can remember. Some of them turned into affairs, none of them gripped me enough to get married. There is something about you that is so different, so unusual - I cannot figure you out, but baby - right now I'm not too sure I want to!" A tear started to roll down her cheek. She gave a subtle nod to the waiter, signed the check and led me out of the room. She gripped my hand so tight it was getting numb. Her hand was like ice. Her face was pale and looked ten years older than when I met her. Something was going on that I just did not understand. We took the elevator up and she led me to my room. "Once more my love," she said and took my room card. We walked to the middle of the room and she pulled her blouse down to her waist. No bra. She pulled my shirt over my shoulders and gripped me in a tight hug. Her body was freezing! I whispered in her ear, "Savanna? Are you okay? You are as cold as ice!" She looked up at me and God! She was old! "I know dear. Take me to bed. Warm me." She led me to my bed and threw back the spread. She slid out of her clothes and I slid out of mine. We clung to each other and slowly, her body warmed. Then she pulled me on top of her and her legs slid around my back. "Once more, dear Andy. Love me." And I did. I slid into her because not only was she warm again, she was hot. Her vagina was on fire and grabbing my penis with each penetration. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip. She began to growl in that strange language. I put my elbows under her knees and tried to get even deeper into her. She grunted at each thrust. Then, just as I was about to come with her, she thrust me back and squeezed my penis out of her. She reached down and grabbed it tightly. I began to cum and she held me while I spurted all over her stomach. Then she rolled me over and while I was still dripping and shrinking, took me full in her mouth and I felt soft velvet enveloping me. I was half hard and she slathered me, pulling and sucking and her blonde hair whirling around her head. The sensitivity was too much. I was getting light headed. It was getting hard to breathe. I gasped, "Savanna! Please - it's too much - let me rest - let me eat you..." But she didn't. Her grip on me became like iron. I began to black out. o***** I didn't really wake up. I was just kind of numb. I couldn't see, but there were bright lights. I heard a voice. It wasn't Savanna. "I don't know man - we got this call that a guy in this room whose number this lady gave us was having like a heart attack. When they let us in the room, there he was, just laying on top the sheets, barely breathing." A deeper voice answered. "I don't know what brought this on. It's too late tonight to get any records on him, but for a young guy like this, his heart is crap. I really don't think he's going to make it through the night." "He had no ID?" "None we could find. Just a crumpled piece of paper under him with the word Savanna." "Maybe he's from Georgia?" I tried to speak, tried to ask about Savanna. Nothing came out. The light got dimmer. The last thing I heard was the monitor flat lining.