"Please, love," she had whispered to him. "Fuck me slow and easy." But he couldn't or wouldn't hear her pleas. And when he had spewed out his hot male cum far up inside her unsatisfied cunt and belly, he had dressed and left her quickly… just walked right out on her never to return again. She had then pulled her dress over her nakedness, and in the darkened living-room had lay there awake and sobbing half the night from unsatisfied passion and bitter hurt. Never, she had sworn, never will I leave myself vulnerable to just being fucked by a man again as long as I live.

A wave of blushing shame passed over Suzie's face now, just as it had so many times over the months whenever she recalled that painful night.

Then, suddenly, there was a knock at her hotel room door!

Suzie pulled her robe tightly around her voluptuous body and slipped on a pair of thin silken panties, then went barefoot to the door.

Russ Redford stood outside. She was stunned to see him, and something about him was making her a little afraid… She smelled the faint odor of alcohol coming from his breath.

"What do you want?" she said sharply.

"I want you, my lovely one," he said as sweetly as he could. "Oh," the liquor was allowing him to get carried away, "Oh, I want you so bad!"

And before she could decide how to handle this difficult situation, he was in the door.

"No," she cried, terrified of his suddenly direct and lustful approach. "Go away, please! I told you before, I-I don't…"

"Why?" he mummured ignoring her plea, "Why do you keep me at such a distance? I-I really do care for you, Suzie."

The woman felt torn in half. Her fantasies of a few moments ago had heated her body to the boiling point and here was the man who had set off that chain of memories. God, he was attractive… But she knew what men were.

"Please, Suzie," he said reaching for her hand. "We're adults… We need love… And love is… physical," he said gently.