Mount Eliza, 3930

15 January 1982

Hello Louise,

I hope this letter doesn’t cause you any difficulties, but I sneaked your name and address from your suitcase label, and simply have to say how much I appreciated the all-too-short time spent with you in Perth.

You may be surprised that I come from Mount Eliza. I was just as surprised to see you are from Frankston. Here we both were thinking we were safe and thousands of miles away from home, where no one knew us, and lo and behold we come from within a couple of miles of each other. But don’t worry on that score. I promise not to bother you, beyond this letter ... I have as much reason to keep this secret as you have. But, I confess, I wouldn’t mind doing it again. Dare I hope?

I saw from your suitcase that your initials don’t contain an “L”, but to me you will always be Louise, and, of course, I can understand why you used a false name. In any case, to me you will always be Louise, Louise who I met in Perth.

So, Louise, it will take me a long time to forget you, if I ever do. I suppose it’s not altogether good form to tell a woman she’s good at sex. Especially a woman who is married to someone else, but I was so delighted with the time we spent together that I simply have to share it with someone, and the only person I can safely share it with is you...

I really meant it when I said you didn’t have to do it ... I mean, I know you opened the door of your room and let me in... ( and you looked achingly beautiful in the nightdress you were wearing... ) I suppose you bought that to impress your husband, and I should feel proud that it was me who took it off you first. I am, but if you had suggested you had any reservations about me being there, I would surely have left straight away. In spite of the way I was feeling!

But you didn’t ask ... you just stood there, smiling shyly ... and inviting.

Why was I not surprised to find you standing as if you had been waiting for me? I suppose I wasn’t really, we had met in the hotel dining room, chatted, and got on well. I was delighted that you agreed to share the evening with me, and perfectly happy with our understanding to have you back in your own room by eleven, and alone.

I really do mean that. You are great social company, and a marvelously pleasant person to be with. It was a shame that we couldn’t get theatre tickets at short notice, but on the other hand, we gained wonderfully from having to settle for a nightclub. Without that, I would never have danced with you. And without the dancing, I imagine the rest wouldn’t have happened either.

But it did, and it might have ended with the kiss in the lift on the way up to your floor. It was the dancing that caused that, feeling your body through our clothes, and sensing your gradual response to the contact even as I was responding myself ... I could almost sense the moment when you realized you could feel my erection ... and I definitely realized when you let me know it. Feeling your body undulate against mine ... that was a moment to remember.

I was ready for that kiss in the lift, and now I know you were too. It was a beautiful kiss, and perhaps the thing that made me really want you.

I really did want you. I knew it when the door of your room clicked shut behind me. You were standing facing the door, dressed in nothing but a sheer nightdress that made no attempt to hide the fact that you were naked underneath it. I crossed the small space between us, slipped my hands around your waist, and as I held you, you leaned against me, your hands sliding around my own waist, pulling me to you.

“Louise - I really don’t have to be here.” I told you, “I’ll go away if you like?”

You stretched, reached up a little, and put your arms around my neck, then kissed me, gently at first, then with more passion, your tongue slipping between my lips. You stopped and leaned back a little, forcing your hips, your belly, against mine ... I felt the heat of your loins exciting me.

“David, “you said,” If that was the case, then I wouldn’t have opened the door. You’re here because I want you to be and because I’m curious -...” You blushed furiously, “ ... I ... I’ve not done this sort of thing before. We’ve talked and sat together and danced all this evening. I’ve done that ... but not this ... ever, but now, well, you know ... Now I want to be here with you.”

I saw your teeth gleam as you laughed a little ... obviously nervous, obviously excited ... and unbelievably desirable. You undid the buttons on my shirt front, pulling it out of the waistband of my trousers and then taking it right off. You dropped it on the back of the chair beside us. Then, turning back, ran your hands through the light furry down of what passes for hair on my chest. I held you to me, and we kissed again. We could both feel the passion this time. I reached for the straps of your nightdress, but you stopped me.

“One moment...”

You crossed to the door of your room, looked briefly through the spy hole, unhooked the ‘Don’t Disturb’ sign, opened the door, hooked it over the outside handle, and re-shut the door. As you started back across the room, you pulled at the ribbon across your breasts and loosed the knot holding your nightdress closed.