Alan and I arrived at a small, but very fancy, sushi bar. The host (male) clearly recognized Alan and lead us to a booth next to the windows out looking the beautiful city streets. It's only the third night of knowing him but it feels like I've known him for so much longer. The two of us had a lovely lunch and went back to his hotel room to spend some more time together. I never want this moment to end.

---

Alan took my hand in his and unlocked the door to his room. When I entered the doorway and look around I noticed the room has been completely transformed into a "honeymoon suite" themed room. The floor and bed were covered in rose petals. A neat trail of the flowers lead a path from the door to bed. Still holding my hand in his, he leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips, shutting the door behind us and leading me over to the bar where he had two bottles of wine, One red bottle, and one white bottle. There were two wine glasses set along side. He poured me a glass of white wine, followed by another glass for him and went and sat on the rose covered bed.

I slowly approached the bed and took a seat next to him. throwing my legs over his lap and leaning back against the head board. The two of us talked for most of the night. Hours and many glasses of wine passed and the two of us were leaning against each other with my head on his shoulder. I could tell how tipsy he and I were, and I knew where this was going. Sipping the last of my 6th glass of wine, lightly dropping the empty glass on the carpet beside the bed along with Alan's and then I flung my arm across his chest, pulling my body over his. Straddling his lap. I leaned down to kiss him. The two of us began to french kiss, and slowly turned more passionate and intense with our kisses. More passionate than I have ever experienced. I began to run my hands underneath his shirt, desperately wanting to pull it off and have him take me like he did the night before. Alan let me pull his shirt off and he rolled me over to my back so he could press his body against mine. He kissed me hard and good, running his hands up and down my sides, but not trying to remove my top. I tried to pull the shirt off myself and Alan stopped me.

"What's the matter?
"Nothing, I just don't want that tonight. Tonight, I just want to admire you. Don't get me wrong, I loved being with you on that level like last night, but tonight i just want to love you. I want to kiss a bunch, and cuddle, and just be sweet and calm with you tonight. We can get wild again another night." He finished with a wink.

I smiled and leaned over to him and pressed my lips against his. He said "another night" which meant he planned on seeing me more! I hugged him for a little longer than usual, burying my face into the crook of his neck. and just stayed there, silently, holding him and taking in the moment. He turned on the television that was on the opposite wall aligned with the bed. Alan removed his pants, so he would only be in his boxers. I went ahead and removed my jeans too, leaving me in just my panties and the shirt I had borrowed from Alan earlier, and climbed under the sheets with him. He wrapped his arm around my torso and pulled me in closer to him. We flipped through the channels and stopped on a black and white show. The TV displayed the introduction saying "I Love Lucy" on the screen.

"Really Alan? You like this kind of stuff?" I giggled.
"Of course i do! How could you not? They are the ultimate perfect couple! Maybe someday you and I could live like Ricky and Lucy." He ended his sentence with a kiss on my forehead, pulling me into a tighter embrace. I just laughed at him and layed my head down on his chest. The two of us began to yawn, and slowly dozed off in each others arms.

Notes