The Scent of Her

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It had been a good concert. The energy was good, they had made loads of money for the charity it was for. Everybody congratulated themselves for being good Samaritans, or maybe Santas now that it was only a week from Christmas, and the party following the concert was a raucous one. Some of the musicians had left the venue straight away, but the ones who stayed had more than their share in mayhem.

For some reason the party had ended up in Ted’s hotel suite, and by the end of it he was quite tired. Maybe the others noticed, or maybe they ran out of booze, but some time after five in the morning they started leaving. Ted was left standing alone in the living area of the suite amidst the instruments laying around, full ashtrays and empty bottles. Someone had pushed the Christmas tree over and it was now awkwardly propped in the corner. He walked up to the window to open it, to let the lingering blue smoke flow out into the crisp midwinter night. A few snowflakes drifted in, twinkling in the light.

There was a scarf on the windowsill. He picked it up. It was of blue and violet hues, had fringes on its hem, and he recognized it as the one Annalie had worn onstage. The fabric was really nice, warm and soft, probably some fine wool. He lifted it up and pressed his face against it, tried and succeeded in getting her scent off it.

Annalie. Annie. She had been so beautiful tonight, she had sung so well. He felt his heart flutter when he thought about her. She had come along to the party, and he had seen her laughing with this and that person. It was always difficult to get his eyes off her once he spotted her somewhere. He hadn’t talked with her, it just hadn’t come to that, and he didn’t know what he would’ve wanted to say to her anyway. He’d had his chance with her and he’d blown it, it was as simple as that.

He stood there, by the window, breathing in her scent from her scarf, feeling so lonely it was difficult to put it to words. It had been almost a year since Carol left him, and after being deprived of their busy family life there were times he got so lonesome he felt like he was actually transparent, almost nonexistent. Christmas time only made it harder. This would be the first Christmas he spent alone since he’d had kids. He was sure he wouldn’t be able to sleep, even though the energy of performing had left him and he was now tired. Exhausted.

He heard a sound and turned to look. Annalie was standing on the other side of the room. Maybe she had noticed her scarf was left behind and returned to collect it? The door of the suite must’ve been left open, he should go and check it was closed after she left. They looked at each other, he holding the scarf to his chest with both hands, she looking at him. He offered it to her, extending his arms, and she walked across the room and took it from him. She didn’t say anything, but kept eye contact. She was serious but her eyes were warm, a smile was never far from her face. He wondered what she made of him standing with his face pressed into her scarf. There were voices from the hallway, calling out to her, asking if she’d found it.

“Yeah,” she shouted. “Coming.”

But still she stood and looked at him. He moved a little, gesturing he’d walk her to the door, and she turned to go. They walked slowly across the room and into the hall. He stood with his hand on the handle, ready to close it behind her. She stopped and looked at him, the scarf in her hand. She was closer now than in the living room, but the look was the same. Serious, evaluative.

“Are you alright?” she asked, quietly.

He shrugged his shoulders, not knowing what to reply. He wasn’t alright, but it wasn’t her problem.

“Would you want me to stay?” she asked.

His heart skipped a beat, and he nodded.

“Then why don’t you ask me to stay?” she said, still serious but with a small smile curling the corner of her mouth.

“Would you stay?” he said, quietly, dead serious. “Please.”

She met his gaze, and then she turned to the corridor and called out to the others, telling them to go ahead, that she’d stay for a bit. There were grunts and complaints, but they went. She turned back to the room, closed the door behind her, and it was very quiet again. He didn’t know what to say, what to do, but she walked up to him and pulled him into her arms. He was now so close he could smell her, actually her and not only her scarf. It was the same scent but this was so much better, living and warm, and he wrapped his arms around her and felt her warm, slim body against his. He nuzzled his nose to her neck and breathed her in.

She had on jeans and a knitted cardigan over a t-shirt, as did he. It was part of their stage attire, they all had matching t-shirts with the logo of the charity on it, cardigans knitted in an ugly Christmas sweater fashion also promoting the charity, and Santa hats, most of which had been lost even before the concert ended as the sweating musicians had tossed them into the audience. Some had even lost their cardigans, when they’d opened them and fans had pulled them off. The crowd had been wild.

He spread his fingers. ankara escort How warm she was, how narrow her back was. He remembered her body so well, and her scent was intoxicating, he remembered it so well also, and now she was right here. She stroked his hair slowly, her fingers were long and gentle. It felt amazing, so soothing, and he pressed closer and hoped she’d never let him go.

She let him go. She lifted his face from her neck, cupping his cheeks in her hands. He still held her, she hadn’t pulled away, and she stroked his cheeks and then she kissed him. She was gentle and it wasn’t strictly sexual, but it brought back all the times they’d made love in the past, and he felt his blood flow faster. He wondered if she’d be bothered or flattered if he got an erection. She stopped before it came to that. She smiled at him and detached herself, turning back to the living area.

“So now what?” she asked. “What do you wanna do with me now that I stayed?”

He didn’t have an answer ready, nor did he know what he had a right to hope for, and so he said, “What would you want to happen?”

Annalie walked up to the window Ted had opened, leaned on the windowsill and looked out on the street. Her breath came out in small, wispy clouds in the freezing air. He followed her, leaning his hips on the sill beside her, shivering in the cold breeze. He tried not to ogle her bottom, which she had stuck out when leaning forward.

“I don’t know, I thought you’d know,” she said. “You just looked so lonely, I thought you’d like some company.”

He sighed and rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands. The streets were still very quiet, but the early morning commute was already picking up. Sounds of cars echoed between buildings.

Annalie had straightened her back and was looking at him again. “You look like you need to go to sleep.”

“Would you sleep with me?” he asked, then added meekly, “I mean, to…sleep,” when she smirked.

“Yeah I would,” she said amiably. “You want me to stay or just tuck you in? I can wait till you sleep and leave if you want to.”

“I want you to stay,” he said and took her hand. She didn’t pull it away, instead she smiled at him.

“Well then,” she said and turned to close the window.

They went to the bedroom and got ready for bed, and still their attire was similar, t-shirt and underwear. She put a glass of water on both nightstands, asked on which side he wanted to sleep, tucked him in like she had promised to. They lay facing each other. It wasn’t a long way between them but it was so dark it wasn’t possible to see her expression, he caught just a glint of an eye or her teeth if she smiled.

“Wanna tell me about it?” she said kindly.

“About what?” he asked, although he knew well enough.

“About being lonely. How long has it been now?”

“Almost a year.”

No use pretending he didn’t know what she was asking, she was talking about his divorce.

“Mine was five years ago,” she said. “It’ll get easier.”

“Yeah,” he said, not believing.

She reached out for him, touched the side of his face, he kissed her palm.

“Want me to hold you?” she asked.

“Yeah. If you don’t mind.”

“Just come here,” she said and pulled him closer. “I’ve got you.”

It was wonderful to press closer to her, let her hold him to her. His head was on her shoulder, his nose against her warm neck, her arms around him. She stroked his hair and let him get used to her closeness.

“But why would you be alone?” she asked. “I can’t believe you’d have to.”

“Well, yeah,” he admitted. “Can’t say I haven’t tried that. It just never adds up to anything with the fans. Sometimes it’s lonelier to have someone there than to just be alone.”

He thought he’d said too much, but she kissed his forehead and said, “Yeah, sometimes it is.”

“Not with you, though.”

“I know.”

He listened to her wonderful touch for a minute. He felt how warm she was next to him, her side to his stomach, how slim she was, how well he fit right there in her armpit, how she held him. She stroked his hair, slowly, gently.

“Annie,” he said, “I mean, I’ve been meaning to say to you.”

And then he didn’t know how to get it said.

“That you’re sorry about how you dumped me for Carol?”.

“Yes,” he said, amazed by her reading his mind. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”

“You think you did?” she said and paused for a while. “You did, actually. Quite a lot. But it was a long time ago.”

“Maybe so. But it was a shitty thing to do.”

“It was,” she admitted. “I forgive you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah I do. Or did. A long time ago. It was good of you to ask, though.”

It was so easy to be with her like this, in the dark. He still didn’t feel relieved of his sins but he felt a little better for apologizing anyway. This was something that had been weighing on him for years.

“I’ve regretted it,” he said.

“Dumping me for Carol? Or the way you did it?”

“Well, both. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. And you wouldn’t feel like that if it was still working with Carol.”

“Maybe ankara escort bayan so. But it was so…I mean I should’ve…I’ve been feeling so bad about it.”

“Yeah,” she said gently. “It’s alright, Teddy.”

He was really tired now. It was so good to be so close to her. He closed his eyes, thinking he’d just rest a little, but he fell asleep thinking of what to say to her next.

–#–#–#–#–

In the morning, when he woke up, she had already ordered breakfast from room service and showered. She came into the room with a towel wrapped around her waist, wearing the same t-shirt as last night. His eyes lingered on her nipples poking through the fabric. He tried to look away, but seeing her slender legs didn’t help much, and he lifted his gaze to her face. She smiled at him knowingly and he blushed a little. He stretched and sat up in bed, and she brought him a cup of coffee, the towel drifting higher on her thigh when she sat down.

“Good morning,” she said. “Or good day. Hope you didn’t have any early morning meetings?”

“Nope, I’ve got nothing today.”

“Oh?” she said and smiled wider, he got more flustered.

“I didn’t mean,” he said. “I mean, thank you for staying. I hope you didn’t miss a good party on my account.”

“I suppose it was over, anyway,” she said and smiled. Her smile felt like the sun shining upon him. “I had one thing planned, though.”

“Oh?” he said, her smile catching onto him. “What’s that?”

“Tell me how you feel, first. Better than last night?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry. Did I cry?”

He didn’t think he had but wasn’t sure, he had been quite drunk and very forlorn.

“No you didn’t,” she said. “You wanna cry?”

“Maybe not today.”

They smiled at each other, then drank more coffee. She stretched her legs in front of her, he admired their smooth surface and slender shape. He emptied his cup, put it aside, and asked, “So what was it you had planned?”

“Well, I still haven’t given up on it,” she said and smiled at him sweetly. He felt like something was up and returned the smile, he couldn’t help it, she was so mischievous now it was contagious.

“Yeah?” he said. “What was it then?”

“I was planning on making love in the morning.”

“Oh,” he said, surprised, but getting aroused immediately. He felt his penis stirring. His morning wood had barely subsided and now was the beginning of something more purposeful. And now he remembered how she liked to do it in the morning, how they’d done it in the past, and it excited him more.

“So, do you wanna?” she asked and smiled.

“Oh yes, please,” he said. He couldn’t think of anything cool or witty to say but that worked well enough. She laughed and put her cup away.

“So polite you are,” she said and pulled the t-shirt over her head.

Ted took in the sight of her. Her smiling eyes, her perfect breasts, small but a little fuller than in their youth, slightly hanging. He leaned closer and kissed her, taking her face in his hands, and she responded. He got harder by the second as he kissed her soft lips and let it become deeper and more earnest. She leaned into him and he let his hands slide down her neck, touching her shoulders, down to her breasts. She breathed into his mouth when he cupped them gently, touching her nipples with his thumbs, identical movement with both hands. Her nipples got harder and he longed to kiss them.

She pulled at his shirt and he let her pull it off him. She broke the kiss to pull the shirt over his head, looking at him. Her eyes were warm and still there was a smile in them, and she pushed him gently to lay back down. He looked at her as she got on her knees next to him, tossing her towel aside, and he let his left hand slide on the outside of her thigh up to her wonderful, round bottom, up to her side, her back. He felt her muscles move when she leaned forward to push the covers off him.

He was really hard by now, his erection tenting his briefs. He lifted his hips for her as she leaned to push them down, she took hold of his penis to guide it out, and he sighed at the touch. He felt himself twitching in her hand. She pushed the briefs lower, he squirmed to get to kick them off. She didn’t let go of his penis and he loved her for it.

He loved the feel of her slender fingers around him, how she stroked him slowly. She glanced at his face, smiling, and leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock softly. He thought about not having showered, but before he could get really self conscious about it she leaned closer and slowly took him in her mouth. He moaned quietly. For the moment all he could focus on was her soft lips, how he felt the wet hotness when she slid his glans deeper into her mouth. She twirled her tongue around him as she leisurely took him in, and he twitched in her hands. He tensed, feeling his cock stiffen further. Her pace was marvelous, gentle and slow.

Annalie was leaning forward on her knees and Ted put his left hand on her right foot, sliding slowly up her calf, up the back of her thigh. Since it didn’t feel like she was letting go of his penis escort ankara just now he reached for her hips, guiding them, wordlessly asking if she would like him to return the favor. She moved with him, inching closer. He guided her to lift her right leg over him to get on top of him.

He slid his hands over her sides. Her skin was so wonderful, warm and smooth and velvety, he longed to kiss her everywhere. He reached to caress her breasts, grazed her hard nipples gently, then slid his hands back to guide her hips lower. He nuzzled her clitoris with his nose, and she sighed and broke her rhythm for a second.

She didn’t smell much of anything, having just showered, but she was quite wet already. He wondered if she had been touching herself, waiting for him to wake up, or maybe in the shower, and if it was him she was thinking about when she did. He tilted his head backwards and reached to spread his tongue over her labia. He undulated it gently and she moved against him; he had her attention now. He trailed her inner lips, licking them open gently, dipped the tip of his tongue inside her. Oh God she tasted good, memories came flooding back to him now, and he breathed into her and she twitched a little. He caressed her bottom, her hips, and she tilted them a little, pleading. He still didn’t. He licked slowly around her opening and dipped his tongue inside occasionally, spreading her moisture, breathing onto her.

Before she could get truly impatient he tilted his head and searched for her clitoris with his tongue, touched her hood gently, searching to get under it with the tip of his tongue, gently, slowly. He could almost feel her swelling, how her clit grew and pushed outwards, she moaned softly and her rhythm of sucking on his dick kept breaking, it was difficult for her to concentrate now. He smiled when he noticed. It was exactly the way he wanted it. He wanted to pleasure her, make her come and preferably before him, and her giving him head was so good he couldn’t have endured it for very long.

He poked her clitoris gently but with increasing pressure, and when he suddenly twirled the tip of his tongue around it she moaned and pushed against him, her breasts sweeping against his stomach, so soft, her nipples so hard. He pushed to guide her off from the top of him, but followed closely, so he never broke contact with her clitoris for very long. When she got on her back she lifted her hips to meet him, and he smiled and dived in.

It didn’t take her long to come. She was intense, and passionate, and she wanted him now. He licked her clitoris, still gentle, she panted and egged him on, but he built it carefully, patiently. He pushed his finger in her and she came, letting out a small, satisfied sound that made him flood with crazy lust, it was so perfect. He let her get through it, fanning it along, teasing her more just as she was coming down a little, intensifying it for her. And just when she would’ve pushed him away he let go.

He kissed up her warm, soft abdomen, trailing the curve of her rib with his lips, tasting the salt of her sweat between her breasts. He kissed both her breasts, gently but sucking on her nipples lightly. They were already hard but they got harder, and she gasped and put her hands in his hair. He kissed up her long, slender neck, up to her ear, and as he reached to kiss her earlobe his penis came up to her pussy.

She lifted her hips to press against him. He could feel her hot humidity pressed against his shaft and he breathed into her ear, moving his hips a little, sliding against her. Her hands were still in his hair, and she pulled him into a gentle kiss. She moved with him, making him slide up to her clitoris, quivering every time he nudged it. She was hot and wet against his hard shaft, so soft, so beckoning. He kissed her and tried to wait for her initiative, and after a few minutes she tilted her hips and tried to search for him. He poked around and smiled into the kiss when he couldn’t quite get it. She was getting so impatient now she reached down and aligned him, whispering, “Just, will you already, please.”

He pushed into her slowly, her hot wet sweet blissful pressure, and he said, huskily, “Oh, I will. Darling.”

They both sighed when he pulled back a little and then pushed deeper, out a little and then deeper still. He was really hard now and she was so aroused. Her breathing was a little irregular and she moved with him, her hands on his back. He looked at her, close, as he pushed deeper, and then again, until he was all the way inside her, up to the hilt. He stopped to feel her around him. Her eyes were dark and hazy, she pulled his head back down to kiss her and he started moving.

He kept the rhythm. He remembered how she wanted it, and he kept it just a little slower than she would’ve wanted. He pushed deep inside her, nudging against her clitoris when he bottomed out. She tilted her hips slightly to make it count and moved with him, letting him set the pace. He was so hard, she was so wonderfully wet and tight and getting more and more turned on. He hoped she was getting close again and picked up the speed a little, letting her nipples move against his chest. They sometimes met his and it was so good, he was so sensitized now as well. She was grinding against him. She was concentrating so much she broke the kiss, her eyes were a little unfocused and she clung to him and panted.

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