Lakhha korlam puja dhanuker moto beke gache ebong du hath dia j chale ti or gud chuschilo tar matha ta chape dhoreche gude, sara sarir kapchilo pujar,...bujlam amar bou er rag mochon hachhe guder jol khasalo, mukh dia tibro sukher awaj berocche, eke eke tin ti chale or guder jol chatlo puja takhon sukher chorom simae pouche gache or takhon r lajja bhoy kichu r nae.Puja majhkhane bose tin ti chaler bara eke eke chush chilo, suddenly ekti chale bole uthlo dekh dadaro bara daria gache bohdir chodon. "Wow Sir a whole place to your self it must be nice," she stood at the centre looking around at the place probably the first time being alone with a stranger like me in some run down place."It nice yeah," I said quickly a little too quickly, "and you don't have to call me sir, just call me Jack...Sir sounds weird." As weird as that jumper hoodie combo?" she looked back with a grin.The cheeky thing, I chuckled, "yeah not my smartest move," I took off the jumper throwing it to the table, "but. As soon as the sun went down, I arose, my black cloak all around my naked body. I brushed it off my shoulders and closed my coffin, my thoughts focusing on my careful choice of what I was going to wear to see Grace again.The cooling air of the night swirled around my pale body. Just thinking about Grace all day had made my body react in ways I had long forgotten. My nipples hardened and between my legs, the undeniable dewy moisture lingered. Sex. Not the smell that came after a tawdry night of. . i felt the bra pressing in my chest and panties pushing up my bum all prepared for ... anything.The most stressing part was in the hotel, when i came to the counter around 9PM, and asked to call his room, because i had an appointment. I was probably all red from blushing, when a girl over the counter took my ID to confirm and let me inside.He was not answering the phone...With heart pounding like a hammer, i went upstairs and knocked on his door. He was not answering for a while... I thought.