I could hear Jeorge Harrison singing My Sweet Lord coming from another room. The heat of the day was lingering into the night. The ac, with its gentle clank was beating it's staccato rhythm. It barely cooled the air. The sounds of the surf was singing it's lullabies. We were in some cheap hotel on Collins somewhere in South Beach. I found him in some bar best not to revisit. He looked like a puppy in a thunderstorm. He sat on the other end of the bar, alone, nursing his scotch. The Gods play their games and things happen. I got interested in him. Several guys had made their moves but I kept coming back to him. I finally got up and walked to his side of the bar. I sat on the stool next to his and said, "You look like you've lost something tonight." He looked my way and answered, "I did. I lost my heart." I looked at him. He was borderline scruffy with a day old beard and yet I was very attracted to this guy. I could hear myself and couldn't believe it was me. "Baby" I said, "I can't bring back your heart, but, I can give you a night that will let you forget your pain." We were in this room in one of those 1930's Art Deco monstrosities. His name was Dave. He was not that experienced. When I did a strip tease in front of him he seemed mesmerized. I got him to undress and I laid on the bed. I told him what I wanted and he surprised me. He had gentle hands that got me so hot. And when he climbed on me I felt a hot rod find my pussy and for the next hour this stranger made me climb to many sexual hights. The heat made our bodies damp and slippery. We made love in many ways. Sometime in the early morning I fell asleep. When I woke up he was gone but he left me a note.
"Angel, I still don't have my heart, but last night I found my Angel. Thank you. Goodbye." I hope he finds what he lost. I got dressed and left.