I lay on the bed for a moment after the door closed and listened to her footsteps go down the hallway of the hotel. The elevator door opened and closed. I then rose to stare out the window. I watched the busy Manhattan sidewalk vacantly until I caught sight of her as she walked across the street. Her blonde, wavy hair became tousled by the wind. Her eyes, deep green, looked ahead, as though she were lost in thought. The golden hue of her skin made her appear to be glowing from the inside. Her black coat covered a red shirt and a pair of jeans. Underneath, she had a beautiful body. Full-swung breasts with pale pink nipples. A flat stomach with a small inward belly button. A perfect heart-shaped ass—finely cleft. A triangle of soft, blonde downy hair covered her sex. I could still taste her in my mouth. I watched until she vanished from my sight, and I had the sensation that she was still there. I strained to smell her perfume, but it was gone. .....