Love Struck (16 page)

Gloria
and Tommaso stopped outside the hotel she once occupied with her boyfriend, it
would be a far cry from the sweet intimate excursions flooding every floor of
the building tonight, they would be having the peace and quiet they
yearned-for. The young couple would not be making their rowdy and raunchy
noises for the current night or any night that followed.

“Well,
it's been a fun evening, I surprisingly enjoyed myself. I hope we can do that
again.” Gloria had not expected the day to turn out how it did when she got out
of bed with her boyfriend cuddled at her side. It never could have been
foreseen, not in a million years, it just happened out of the blue without any
anticipation.

“Me
too.” replied her mutual kindred spirit, the day had turned out relatively the
same for him. Had he known what would take place, he would have told Sara his
feelings on the cruise and knew for sure where their future together would take
them. He would have been with the love of his life, and his twin soul would
have still been with her boyfriend. But at the same time, the two lost lovers
would not have met and spent a pleasant day together. In the end, life was a
double edged sword with two results at every fork in the road.

The
two looked at each other, not sure what to do next but their despairing gazes
made one thing clear: neither wanted to be left alone for the night or any
night.

“So...”
Gloria awkwardly hummed “what are you going to do now then?”

“I
don't know. I suppose I'll go to bed, I'm a little exhausted.” he sighed with
hesitancy.

“I'll
probably do the same. I've had a tiring day.”

They
were still both reluctant to walk away from each others company. They weren't
fooling anyone, not even themselves about managing on their own.

“Tommaso?”

“Gloria?”

“Can
you... would you... like to...” she struggled to ask him, she did not want to
give off the impression of being weak or desperate for some kind of
companionship during the prolonged, lonesome night, left to be reminded by the
painful thoughts of her predicament.

Tommaso
had not departed from their wave length, he knew exactly what she wanted to
ask. “Yes.”

Gloria's
eyes sparkled in relief, she did not have it in her to ask him, it sounded too
close to begging. “Great.”

The
same relief sparkled in Tommaso's eyes. Both were spared a lengthy night of
hardship.

“We
can just sit and talk, or watch television. We wouldn't have to get intimate or
make love.” Gloria explained to him, to ease his mind of any complications.

“I'm
okay with that.” it had been lingering in the back of his head, he was gladly
relieved to know it would not come to that, he did not want to offend her or
disappoint her by turning any advances down. It would not be her fault, it
would be down to him, he could only give his love to Sara, he appreciated her
understanding that.

Gloria
and Tommaso made their way into the hotel. She entered, Tommaso stopped, turned
to look in the direction of where the grand hotel resided, at the top of the
impressive structure was his darling Sara and her new-found lover having a
joyous and sweet night together as one.

He was
happy for her, but also angry at him, the young lover stealing the love of his
life from him, so this was what a passionate heart felt like, to feel a
powerful emotion giving him a determination to reach for what he strived for.
It was building inside of him, and soon, one day, it would stand tall and strong,
and when it happened, he would relieve Paulo of Sara Sarracini and give her the
love he should have given her all those years ago, it was not too late to make
up for lost time.

In the
meantime he could not go back to his hotel room, the thought of being under the
same roof as them would be too much to handle, he might have ended up doing
something rash and ruining his chance. He had to bide his time, wait for the
perfect opening and move in, showing to Sara he could give her a lot more than
his younger rival ever could.

“Gloria?”
Tommaso said, turning away from the brilliance of the grand hotel, catching up
with his hospitable young acquaintance halfway down the lobby.

“What?”

“About
the sleeping arrangements?”

“What
about them?”

“I'm
perfectly all right with sleeping on the couch. I don't want you to think it
would be a problem.”

“It
won't be.” Gloria replied with a hint of disappointment, she would have
preferred sharing the bed, one thing she loathed was sleeping alone, even more
so when in a bed built for two. She kept it to herself, she did not want him to
feel she was coming on to him and trying to take Sara's place, it was a
pedestal no one could overthrow, not with that diva. Gloria had met her match,
an opponent she could never win against.

The
door to the suite was opened, Gloria switched on the light, it was less
spirited and less fun with her boyfriend out of the picture. “Here we are, my
home away from home.”

Tommaso
politely walked inside, he admired the quality of the humble suite. “Very
quaint.”

She
respectfully showed Tommaso the couch he desired to spend the nights on. “I
guess this is where you'll be sleeping.”

“It'll
do.” Tommaso did not mind, he wasn't picky with where he slept, it all amounted
to the same thing in the end wherever he was: sleeping.

Gloria
made her way to the bedroom. “I'll get you a sheet. Sit down and make yourself
comfortable.”

She
entered the bedroom. Tommaso looked out the window, stared thoughtfully at the
tranquil night. He sighed reminiscently as a thought came to him, he could not
get her out of his head, not then, not now, not ever: his one true love, Sara
was with him, all the time, every time.

“Good
night, Sara.” he whispered softly to himself, saying it to her as if it could
travel through the night and reach out to her.

Two
silhouetted shapes in the night kissed and fondled on the spacious sized bed.
The male shape trembled in delight, he was finally touching, holding, kissing
the woman of his dreams. The female shape leaned up. The male shape rose up
with her. The shape of the female's nipples fused with the male shape's lips.
The female pulled her head back. A tantalizing moan, soft and stimulating,
bellowed from her opened mouth.

The
two shapes rolled over, the female shape kissed her way down his tantalizing
body, she would not be satisfied until she had tasted every last inch of his
youthful, toned frame. Moans, young and excited, trembled from him as he turned
side to side. The male shape gasped in unimaginable glee as the female shape
covered his lower region, giving him something he never expected from his
starlet but appreciated every second of it from her invigorating lips.

The
shapes rolled around again. The male shape was on top now, he kissed his way to
the shape of her breasts, his lips fused with them, then his hands. He kissed
lower and lower, adamant to savour every curve of her sleek, alluring physique.
His face fused together with her beautiful womanhood. The female shape cried
out in unfiltered delight, unable to control herself from the fire igniting
within her, incapable to stop herself from rocking left to right, right to left
from the electrifying encounter at its fullest setting.

The
male shape stopped, they proceeded to make love. Thrusting tenderly on the bed,
the male shape held onto her tight, both heaving and moaning under their
excitable, escaping breaths, it was an indescribable experience, like a dream,
so amazing and unreal.

The
shapes finished, a gasp of content sounded from both. The male shape rested his
head on the stomach of the female shape. She rubbed his back, he caressed her
curves. The two shapes were one and would remain bound as such for the rest of
the incredible, beautiful, special night.

The
dawn of a new day shined over the island, drenched in tranquillity for the two
lovers in the grand hotel who had experienced what it meant to be in a dream
come true.

The
sun light brightened up the bedroom through the drawn curtains, illuminating
the silhouetted shapes of Sara and Paulo resting contently in their tender
embrace, their naked bodies united. They were basking in the true defining
meaning of paradise.

The
same could not be said in the hotel a few blocks away from the grandness.
Gloria lay wide awake on her bed, uncomfortable and restless, all she could
think of was her Paulo and struggling to find peace knowing he was in the arms
of another woman, giving in to her, making love to her, being with her. It was
maddening.

Tommaso
leaned on the windowsill, stared out at the rising sun. His weary darkened eyes
were deprived of any rest, he had not had a single wink of sleep. He could not
stop thinking about his beloved Sara and the other man she was spending a
love-filled night with when it should have been with him, he could love her
better than some young admirer, how he longed to barge into the penthouse and
profess his swelling feelings for her, it was driving him crazy to sit back and
keep it to himself for the time being, it would pay off in the end, he knew it
would, to finally be with his truest love.

Two
troubled lovers, under the same roof, they were having much more in common with
every passing hour.

The
sun had fully risen over the deluxe resort, blazing as radiantly as ever over
the grand hotel. Paulo let out a mighty yawn, gradually awakening from his
blissful slumber from an even more blissful awareness. It was the most
beautiful day he had ever awoke to, the island appeared more outlandish than
ever before, he really was spending his summer holiday in a sun kissed haven
with his true love by his side.

He
closed his eyes again, there was plenty of time to see the sights with Sara
later, right now he was more interested in spending the morning lying in with
his lovely superstar. He rolled to his side, moved his arm to put it around his
diva. Feeling nothing but the silk lining bedsheets, his eyes instantly shot
open, she was up, bright and early.

“Sara?”
he called out, his voice travelled far across the spacious  penthouse carried
from one room to the next, there was no possible way she could have not heard
him.

There
was no reply, Sara was nowhere inside the penthouse, she had left hours ago for
breakfast.

He
leaned his exhausted, raw body up, he was still feeling the drained effects of
his unrestrained session the previous night, all his pent up emotions he had
collected when seeing her and thinking of her through all the years, built into
a passionate cumulation awaiting to be released had finally been freed, given
their moment to shine and be shown just how much genuine passion he had for
her.

He had
been driven to near madness, if he knew her address he would have flown there
and did everything in his power to charm her over, it was so prominent in his
daily life that he was forced into suppressing his aching devotion for her,
knowing he had no chance and so lusting for her would get him nowhere, only
doomed to chase a shadow he could not catch. It made catching his elusive,
distant shadow at last that so much more meaningful and satisfying for Paulo.
He would not let her go for anything or anyone in the whole world. He would
never trade the true gift of Sara Sarracini, she was and always would be his
definitively beautiful, definitively sweet and definitively wonderful divine,
enchanting, precious Italian rose, held so dearly and so specially in his truly
warm, truly caring, truly protecting heart, he would stand by that statement
for all their love life together in this existence and the next.

“Where
is she?” he wondered to himself, bemused by her absence so early in the
morning. Or was it?

It got
him curious to know what time it was exactly. He leaned over to the bedside
table and checked the digital readout presented for him.

3:02

“No
way.” that revelation explained a lot. She was not up early, he was up late.
Paulo threw himself back onto the bed. “Wow” he laughed “That was some night.”

Paulo
got out of bed, found his clothes scattered about the room, tossed without a
care to the intense passion flooding his mind, taking the center stage. He picked
them up, hurriedly slipped them on as he headed out the bedroom to recapture
his beautiful shadow, she would not slip him by and fade into obscurity from
him. Nor would she want to.

Paulo
headed to the reception desk. The Receptionist was pleased to see him heating
her up with his sweltering presence making her skin cling to her clear white
blouse and white bra underneath, visible through the thin material. He was
looking at charming and appealing as ever, how she would have enjoyed to be
romanced by him.

“Afternoon,
handsome.”

“Afternoon.”
he smiled, flattered by her comment, but taken by another “You wouldn't happen
to know where Sara is?”

She
figured he would ask about his illustrious, superb date “Last time I heard, she
was at the pool.”

“The
pool?” he looked around, at a loss by the size of the hotel, he had no idea
where to go in the cultivated labyrinth. “Where is that?”

The
Receptionist courteously pointed him in the right direction. “It's that way.”

That
helped immensely, “Ah, thank you.” he said with his charming mannerism that
could swoon a woman of any age.

“You
can't miss it.”

Paulo
looked set to head off and find his bathing beauty basking at the pool.

How
she would have loved to have been the object of his adoring devotion, bathing
in her own slim bikini, alas she was struck behind the desk and he had his
superstar to contend with, The Receptionist had one last thing on her mind,
something she had to do, a quick diversion to stop him momentarily. “Can I ask
you something? If you don't mind?”

“No,
not at all.” Paulo replied, looking back at the smitten Receptionist.

“My
boss will flip his lid. What is Sara Sarracini actually like in bed?”

“She
is...” Paulo quickly paused, tried to find how to put her into a word to define
her, one jolted to his mind “so electrifying.”

Paulo
walked off with a cheeky grin. It was just how the Receptionist thought,
despite his fascination with his diva, she could have shown him a thing or two.
It was his loss, she could find another young stud who was not attached to
another, until then, she had her husband to hone her skills with, he did not
complain, neither did she. It was one of the benefits with being a swinging
couple, no risks of complications to their own relationship while having
string-less encounters with others, it spiced up the marriage well on for
thirty years and showed no signs of simmering down any time soon.

Speaking
of her husband, her partner, The Hotel Manager sneaked out of his office,
approached the Receptionist. “Well, what did he say?” he enquired with a
keenness.

“She's
everything you imagined her to be.” the Receptionist answered, looking to her
pudgy and big partner on the verge of bursting from anticipation.

The
Hotel Manager's lid was instantly flipped off, “I knew it.” he blasted with his
mighty vocals. What transpired in that penthouse was the stuff of legends that
no man like himself could ever comprehend. How he envied the youthful stud
swaggering off to trigger more legendary encounters that only the gods and
goddesses could perceive in their Olympian palace reserved only for Paulo and
Sara.