The next evening, I didn't even bother going to bed but just waited up for them. I passed the time writing but barely concentrated on my novel as the whole time I listened in anticipation for the door below mine. Every few minutes I inhaled deeply, hoping to catch a whiff of that distinctive smoke, but all I could detect was my own tuberose perfume. I fell asleep at my desk and awoke at two a.m. to the sound of giggles and scuffles. It was then, only then, when the dry aroma of cigarettes began seeping through the crack in the floorboards, that I knew they had arrived.

I peeled back the rug, and the two of them were there. They disrobed slowly, revealing their toned, olive flesh inch by tantalizing inch. Up till now they'd always been naked when I spied on them, so I found this slow, deliberate unveiling of their bodies even more erotic than my first glimpse of their naked flesh. She wore elegant matching underwear beneath a scarlet shift dress. He was naked beneath his white shirt and black trousers. I figured that he was a waiter, but her clothes, other than a small gold band on her left hand, which she removed and placed on the bedside table, gave no clue to her identity. He wore no ring… Ah ha! These were illicit lovers who hired this room exclusively for their secret, dangerous liaisons.

This time they made love on the bed more tenderly and conservatively than before. He lay on top, kissing her tenderly, his tight, toned buttocks and the muscles of his back rippling as he propped himself up on his forearms. I saw the V-shaped muscle at the base of his spine contract with pleasure as he drove his dick inside her, while she pinned his calves with her sharp heels and dug her nails into his ass as she tried to take him in deeper and deeper. I was on all fours this time, my forefinger frantically pulling at my clitoris, my middle finger probing the entrance to my slit, drawing moisture from my pussy to lubricate the furious rubbing action.