It was a dark and stormy night on Route 1 and I decided to stop at the nearest hotel to gain refuge from the ominous rain and wind. Through the streaked windshield glass I spotted a small motel that appeared to have had it's heyday in the '50's.

I turned into a pothole-ridden parking lot and ran quickly through the puddles, inside to the manager's office. The partially lit neon sign said VACANCY and I hit the front desk bell that I was certain had been rung thousands of times before. After what seemed like an eternity, a volup-tuos, red-haired beauty emerged from the back office. She tossed back her auburn tinted locks and beamed a bright Colgate white smile. She immediately caught my attention! This beautiful stranger stood 5'5", proportioned exactly like Marilyn Monroe, my favorite fantasy movie star of all time. Her age appeared to be mid-40's, still fetching with those deep green eyes, although it was evident that her best years were behind her, just like those of the building she oversaw. My throat was as dry as sandpaper and I couldn't help but stare at this gorgeous woman standing in front of me, dressed in skin-tight jeans and form fitting sweater. I was brought back to earth by her heavenly voice explaining to me the rates of her establishment and her sincere concern that I was able to reach this place of safety despite the rath of Mother Nature. I signed the register and was given the key to room 323.

I managed some small talk, returned her smile and ran across the parking lot to where she had directed me. I had had a miserable day. No sales, bad weather and a bad case of the homesick blues.

I removed my wet clothes, and decided a hot shower would do me good. As my mind wandered in the steam filled bath, I heard a distinct sound of a door open and close.

I thought I was hearing things.

Several moments later, to my complete surprise, I was joined by my motel manager. She gently pulled back the shower curtains to view me in my naked splendor. I was proud of my athletic physique that I had worked hard to preserve over the last twenty plus years since high school.

It became obvious very quickly that she did also. Here she was, standing there, drenched from head to toe, admiring me and my manness, grinning from ear to ear. "I don't get to see many as handsome as you around here very often" she breathlessly spoke. It did not matter if that was true, only the fact that it was said.

I invited her into my shower and gently, kissed her full, luscious lips while I sensuously caressed her ample breasts.

She moaned and sighed heavily. The sounds came from a place that I imagined had not been revealed for a very long time. Our passion for each other over took the steam that was produced by the warm water emerging from the shower head. As I slowly revealed her soft, supple curves, I imagined that I was with my dream woman, Marilyn Monroe.

All my fantasies were coming true. The purely physical pleasures of the flesh were meshed with the mental content- ment of long held dreams being fulfilled. We made love in every way conceivable in the shower, on the floor, standing in the corner, on the bed, across the bed, doggie-style with her folded over the chair.

Her lips and tongue drove me over the edge to the point of no return. I climaxed four times and she drank in every last drop of my cum.

She came more times than we could remember. I revelled in the fact that I provided the orgasmic incentive that she so desparately longed for.

Suffice to say that neither one of us got any sleep that night. The feeling we shared, the closeness we felt holding each other tight in one another's arms, along with the satisfied look in her eyes will stay with me for as long as I live. I learned her name was Angela and that this broken down motel was the last connection to her family that had passed on long ago. Her desparete need to hold on to her past was her motivation for her existance here in the middle of nowhere. A lonely life was her choice and she stated how thankful she was for our cahnce rendevous. The next day, I bid her good bye in the warm of the sun.

A complete contrast from the previous day. I believe in this life all things happen for a reason. I know I'm going back and next time you see this old motel, there will be a NO VACANCY sign on the Manager's door. She truly is my angel and I look forward to seeing her smile.

I have found the woman of my dreams, now I must find out if I'm hers.