Male writers - Part 3

THE ALICE EFFECT

The day had been a long one, with lots of activity and issues at the office. Not his normal office but one overseas that he was visiting on company business.
A foreign language, foreign customs and culture – difficult. 
The weather outside a sultry 40C
Inside, the air cons maintained a climate
 akin to that found at the Poles – chilling.
At last the final tasks for the day were completed 
and he could escape the hubbub and the Arctic temperatures.
On the brief drive from the office to the hotel, 
he could relax as a passenger while 
the driver guided the vehicle through the dense, never-ending traffic.
He felt some of the stress drain away and absorbed the welcome heat and brightness of the natural outside climate.
At the hotel, after the normal cursory security check, he savoured the walk into the cooler, slightly darker lobby, relishing the quietude compared to the office.
He entered the elevator and went to the 8th floor, walking down the brightly carpeted corridor to his room at the end.
Opening the door, he dropped his briefcase on the table, going to the window to view the surrounding area.
It wasn’t a sight that he enjoyed – a chequerboard of small houses, interspersed with rutted dirt roads, bordered by the main arterial road congested with cars, scooters, bicycles.
He took a cooldrink from the fridge and drank thirstily. He slipped off his shirt and trousers, lying down naked on the bed, opting to relax before going to the gym or perhaps a swim in the pool.
He’d think about that later, and then afterwards, prepare some notes for the next day.
His mind drifted lazily, not wanting to focus on anything particular, just letting everything wash over him, as his doctor had suggested last month.
A sound like a faint tapping on the door – was it? Then a more insistent tap – who was hassling his peacefulness now?
Slipping on a robe, he opened the door and there she was, totally unexpected, his Alice. How had she got here??
She closed the door behind her and embraced him in his surprise,
 kissing him softly on the mouth, nuzzling his neck.
Hardly breathing, he led her to the bed, neither of them saying anything. 
He unzipped her dress, no bra, no panties – she looked gorgeous.
His hardness responded immediately, pressing against her softness. 
She grasped him firmly in her hands, drawing him down onto the bed.
They kissed deeply, drawing on each other’s need, 
feeling their bodies touching, their hands exploring. 
What bliss! Gym would have to wait for another time.
She lay on her back. He entered her slowly, deeply.
 Stroke by stroke, he felt her warmth. Harder, thrusting, the bed knocking against the wall, knocking, knocking.
He jerked awake. He heard the voice saying “Housekeeping”.

A simple daydream! A cruel daydream.

He would have to wait. For now, at least, his Alice was indeed “Through the Looking Glass”
And the daydream still to be concluded when he returned home.

Written by...Anon.