I am about five foot two, tall. That’s about 160 centimetres for our European readers. So I am not very tall. Whereas Kevin towered above me at five foot nine and was fairly slim. He once told me that he didn’t each much bread and went to the gym three times a week to keep fit. His salt and pepper coloured hair made him look distinguished and added accent to his olive coloured skin. He would tell me later that he was born that way. His mother had told him that when he was born, it was with a full head of hair and a perma-tan.
I first set eyes on Kevin when he was standing in the queue in the hotel’s kitchen, awaiting to get his evening meal. I was instantly attracted to him. I walked over to him and introduced myself.
“Hello, my love,” I said. I know, maybe a little bit to forward, but I got his attention. “My name is Maisie. You must be the new pianist.”
“Hi Maisie,” he replied, as I placed my hand upon his folded arm. ” Yes, I’m the new guy in town. My name is Kevin.”
He smiled down at me. A warm and comforting smile. I felt as though I had known him forever.
He didn’t move when I wrapped my arm around his waist, I am relieved to say. In this day age, some would accuse me of sexual harassment. But Kevin just stood where he was and didn’t make any attempt to move.
One night, as I made my way out of the hotel, to go home, I walked through reception, as Kevin was performing. It was a pity that there were no people in the lobby to hear him, because he was really very good. His voice had such a warm and inviting timbre to it. It sent shivers down my spine and caused goose-bumps to rise on my arms. Not many men have had that effect on me.
It was odd, but when I went to bed, that night, I found myself thinking about Kevin and even fantasizing about him.
I knew very little about him, because we hadn’t had a moment to chat. I was always busy in the day and he lived in an apartment that was a 10 minute walk from the hotel, a little further down the road. The only time I saw him was either in the kitchen, or when he was working, as I was going home.
When we did meet, it was brief, with only time to say “hi” and “how’s your day been”. Even though we ate at the same time, we didn’t eat in the same place. He chose to eat in the staff lunch room. But because of my busy schedule, I had to eat on the run, chomping down my food and heading straight back to work.
If we met in the kitchen, I tried to get close to him, without arousing suspicion from the other staff members. I didn’t want rumours to start.
One time when we were standing next to each other, in the dinner queue, I risked putting my arm around his waist.
He turned to me and whispered in my ear, “You know with you giving me all this attention, Maisie. I might have to marry you.” Then he winked.
Was he actually flirting with me? I hoped so.
When I went to bed, that night, my head full of erotic fantasies and I began touching myself, between my legs. Something I had not done in a long time. Masturbation produced a long and heavy orgasm in me and reawakened a desire, that I thought was long since buried.