                         The Visitation
                               By
                          Jennifer Ann


Elizabeth watched the numbers change as she stood in the hotel elevator.  Absent mindedly, she
reached inside her purse and felt the diaphragm case.  It felt warm and comfortable to her touch,
providing her with a sense of security.

Her mind drifted as to how she got to be here.  Going to a hotel room with a man, she hardly
knew.  She stiffened slightly, as she remembered the horrible auto accident that left her a widow. 
It was almost three years ago.  She saw the bright headlights suddenly crossing the centerline,
coming straight towards them.  Heard Mark vocalizing "shit" as he turned away from the lights. 
Then there were the sounds, the terrible sounds, tearing of metal, breaking glass and finally her
screaming.

She became aware of a red haze, flickering.  She put her hand to her face and felt sticky blood. 
Wiping her eyes she became aware of people shouting and car lights.  Mark!  Where was Mark? 
Looking over to her left she saw him slumped over and unconscious.  The force of the accident
had been on the front left corner of their car.  Parts of the car had crumbled into him.  He was
trapped.   Unaware of this she reached for him, "Mark," she choked.  He didn't answer.  "Mark",
she shouted and tried to rouse him.  Then she saw the pooling blood and started screaming.

Her body healed quickly.  Her injuries were slight.  Her mind didn't.  For months, she nightly
relieved the accident.  Waking to see Mark bleeding to death.  It took her six months before she
stopped crying.  Another year before she would go out with girl friends.  After six or seven
additional months, she finally accepted a date with a man.  It was a disaster.  Last month she met
Glenn.

He was a lawyer who came to Charleston on business.  She met him at a party.  He was divorced
and attractive.  They started talking and found that they had much in common.  It was the most
wonderful evening she had ever experienced since Mark's death.  He invited her to lunch the
next day.  Afterward they strolled along the oceanfront and she laughed at his stories.  When she
dropped him off at the airport he kissed her, softly.  While driving home she could still feel the
touch of his lips on hers.   He called last week to say he was coming to Charleston.  Could they
get together for dinner?

The chime of the elevator broke into her thoughts.  The doors opened and Glenn led her to the
door of his room.  She felt nervous.  Mark had been the only man with whom she had slept. 
What if he didn't like her looks?  What if she couldn't satisfy him?  Was she cheating on Mark? 
"Here let me take your coat." Glenn said, "Make your self comfortable.  What would you like to
drink?"  "White wine", she said.  "I will use the bathroom.  Ok?"

After peeing and wiping, she inserted the diaphragm.  Flushed, stood up, straighten her clothes
and looked at herself in the mirror.  "Oh Mark!" she thought, "Is this right?"  "I really like him."
she half prayed to her dead husband.  "And, he makes me tingle and get wet like you did."  With
that she took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door.

He was sitting on the little couch they have in some hotel rooms.  He had removed his coat and
tie.  As she approached, Glenn stood and handed her a glass of wine.  Elizabeth took a sip and
felt his eyes on her.  "God your beautiful." he said.

She put her wine down and he pulled her forward and kissed her.  She closed her eyes and tried
to imagined it was Mark kissing her.  The lips felt funny, different, but Elizabeth decided she
liked the way they felt.  She melted into him as his tongue started playing with hers.  Her legs
weakened and she felt a tingle between her legs and wetness started to form.  She kissed back. 
Just before they parted she felt his growing erection pressing against her.

He pulled back and reached down to unbutton her blouse.  She watched the buttons come free. 
One, two, three then four.  Her breasts inside the lace bra were tingling with anticipation.  Glenn
pulled the blouse out of her skirt and gently pushed it back over her shoulders where it fell to the
floor.  He unhooked her bra freeing her breasts.  She almost whimpered at the feel of his touch
when he cupped them.  The pink nipples stood up in her excitement.  Currents of pleasure ran
through her as he gently brushed the nipples with his thumbs.  Her knees weaken again when he
bent down and started sucking on her right breast.  Her vagina started pulsing and she knew her
panties were getting wet.

He knelt down and kissed her belly down to her skirt, which he unbuttoned and unzipped.  It
joined her blouse on the floor.  Running his fingers around the elastic band of her panty hose he
slowly pulled them over her hips, exposing her completely. 

"Here sit on the bed" he said. "I want to savor you while I undress."  She watched as he
unbuttoned his shirt and removed his trousers.  She could see his erection wanting to be free of
their containment.  Finally, he removed his undershirt and briefs.  He stood there naked, with a
giant hard-on.  Elizabeth though of Mark and shook with doubt.  "Mark, forgive me." she
prayed.

Then Glenn was kissing and holding her. Her body took over.  She felt his leg between her legs
and she rubbed herself against him.  He sent fire through her as he kissed her breasts and ran his
hand between her legs.  She parted them allowing his fingers spread her lips and caress them
from the bottom to the top of her womanhood till they brushed her clitoris.  Pleasure shot
through her like electricity.  She moaned with pleasure as Glenn kissed down to her mounds and
nibbled on her pubic hair.  Then he spread her thighs lowered his head and kissed her.

His tongue parted her lips and slipped into her.   Elizabeth felt a wave of pleasure starting to
build.  Without realizing it she started bucking her hips to match his tempo.  Has he kissed and
nibbled she felt the wave build and build.  Her pace quickened, as she got closer.  Her mind
blanked out to everything but the wave of pleasure building like a tidal wave about to crash on to
the shore.  Then it hit.  A moan and gasp escaped her lips as she shoved her pussy into his face
and came.  The wave crashed down around her as every muscle and fiber was bathed in pleasure. 
Two years of denial and celibacy were washed away by the waves of pleasure.

As she started to come back to awareness she wanted him inside of her.  She needed his cock
inside, filling her.  "Get in me." she begged.  "Fuck me."  As he mounted her, she reached up to
pull his head down to her face.  Her tongue penetrated his mouth as his cock penetrated her
pussy.  She thrust herself upward to meet him and squeezed her vaginal muscles to give him
pleasure.  He filled her.  She wanted nothing else but to be filled by him and to give him
pleasure.  He pumped her as she pulled him to herself.  Their bodies harmonized in motion. 
They merged together, as one, both giving and receiving.

She felt him tighten and then go rigid as climaxed and ejaculated inside her.  Pulse after pulse
came and she tried to meet them by squeezing him and thrusting.  He collapsed on top of her,
breathing heavily, still in her.  She held him tightly, wanting to remain as one.  Shortly, felt his
cock slip out of her.  His semen started to leak out and run down between her ass cheeks. 
Elizabeth didn't care.  She was warmed with the afterglow of their lovemaking.

They turned on to their sides with Glenn holding her.  As he held her in his strong arms, she felt
secure and happy for the first time since the accident.  Her eyes started to close.  Opening her
eyes she saw Mark standing there beside the bed.  At least it looked like Mark.  But, Mark was
dead?  Before her brain could make sense of the puzzle the apparition smiled and said, "I love
you Beth.  I am happy for you."  He then disappeared.  Beth, smiled and thought, 'Thank you
Mark, I'm happy too."  Her eyes closed again, and she fell in to a dreamless sleep.
Copyright © 1999 by Jenny McClain (email: Captjenny@worldnet.att.net)
No permission given, without approval of author, for posting ANYWHERE! 
          
