Strangers in the night

The night was just beginning when she received such an interesting package in her office. A note was listing specific directions, inside the box there was a plane ticket and a piece of paper with an address on it. Her next destination that night was Rio de Janeiro. She grabbed her purse and went home at the same moment. Her heart was beating so fast that she could feel it in her throat and she had an anxious breathing. Thirty minutes later she was at home choosing some clothes to put in a small suitcase.

She arrived at the airport on time, checked in, got into the plane and sat on her seat, wondering what would happen that night. He was expecting her and both of them were up to that moment. It had been three months since their first meeting at a fancy hotel, after that they had had a wonderful time together, sharing thougths, memories, experiences and lovely conversations. They had kissed and hold each other many times. A lot of feelings had fullfilled their bodies, but they hadn’t known how to identifiy them.

An hour later she was arriving at the hotel in Rio. He was expecting her in the bar holding two glasses of a fine champangne. He was perfectly elegant in his suit and she was enchanting in a black silk cocktail dress and in golden high-heeled shoes . Her hair was falling on her shoulders and she walked gracefully toward him. They talked a lot, smiled a lot and drank two or three glasses of champangne. After dinner, he gently invited her to go to their suite. She looked at him and felt an extraordinarilly confidence in herself. The concierge had already taken her suitcase to the couple’s suite and they got in the elevator holding hands.

He opened the door so she could see the place well iluminated with candle ligths. There was a song playing in the room. It was Frank Sinatra’s voice. Perfect choice for that moment. He opened another bottle of champange while she was dancing on her own around the room, feeling the perfum of her love. She was flying somewhere else he was fascinated with that scene. For a moment they looked at each other and it was the perfect time for a long, sensual and exciting kiss. They danced together, feelling the desire invadind their whole bodies, hearts, and soul. They weren’t thinking about the next moment or on the following. They only wanted to be there, loving each other like nothing else could ever matter.

The lovers were taking their clothes off and discovering the lines of their lives marked on their skins. She was younger than him and he was so curious about how she could be attracted to a guy like him. But thougths were replaced by kisses and touches and they spent all night long making love. The sun light brought the morning. She opened her eyes and realized that on the pillow there was a red rose and another note, calling her for a bubble bath. He had been surprising her ever since their first time together with simple but meaningful things.


They enjoyed the morning together like eternal lovers do. Soon she would have to leave the hotel and come back to Sao Paulo to another busy day. They had breakfast looking at each other, speaking no word. There weren’t enough words to explain their feelings that morning. After a while, both were dressed to their business day. He accompanied her to the hotel door, kissed her kindly on the mouth and opened the cab’s door, and like in the song, those strangers had exchanged glances in the night. But in that morning they weren’t strangers anymore, they were lovers and accomplices of an unblemished story.