This was written in collaboration with NotReallySure
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By the time my plane landed, I had answered my own question. There was no doubt in my mind that, if the opportunity arose, I would definitely want to see Trina again. Assuming of course that I hadn't freaked her out with my last words, which had just popped out of my head without thinking.
When I got back to work the next day, there was a friendly little note waiting for me. And so it went for the next few months. We exchanged messages almost daily, sometimes several times a day, often saying nothing at all, but just enjoying the chance to remind each other that we were still around. It was a silly thing, but somehow it made many things better just to know that she still cared.
At some point I even dropped a hint (or more than a hint) that if I ever had a chance, I would love to see her again. She never answered me directly about that, but I got the feeling that she was secretly pleased to know that I felt that way.
And the memories – ohhhh, the memories. I never got tired of replaying in my mind those unbelievably erotic scenes from that night I spent with her. The vision of her face hovering over me as her hips ground sensuously into mine. The way she glowed when she was turned on. I couldn't even take a shower without getting hard. And whenever I did, there was a smile on my lips. It was like the "gift that keeps on giving".
About six months later, I was invited to present a paper at an energy conference in Turkey. The project I was working on was going well, and my partners in Istanbul saw an opportunity for some timely publicity. I didn't mind doing it, although the idea of getting up to make a presentation in front of a roomful of professionals was not particularly my idea of fun – I had done it often enough to feel confident in my abilities as a presenter, but I never felt any ego rush like some of the others seemed to.
The conference was being held at a well-known resort on the Sea of Marmara, about an hour's drive from the center of Istanbul. It was late spring, before school was out, so my wife and kids couldn't get away, which meant it would be just me and a bunch of engineering professionals. I would gladly have made my presentation and then gotten on a plane that evening, but it would have been rude to my hosts, so I resigned myself to another couple of days of boring lectures and professional camaraderie.
I checked into my room at the hotel, and threw my bag on the bed. I had to hurry downstairs – I couldn't be late for the start of the conference, because I was one of the speakers scheduled in the first session. As I rushed out of the room, however, I noticed that the headboard of the king-sized bed in my room was formed by a series of wooden bars. I was instantaneously transported to a vision of a photo that I had received from Trina.
In the photo, she was lying nude on a bed, with her arms stretched over her head, and her wrists tied together with some kind of black material (her trademark sheer stockings, perhaps?), with the restraint looped behind a post in the headboard. Just like the headboard in this room. I had to laugh out loud – the visions of that woman followed me wherever I went. I loved it.
My presentation went well that first morning, and I even got some intelligent questions afterward. After lunch I excused myself from the group. It was such a warm sunny day that I just couldn't bring myself to go back into that dark conference room for more lectures just yet. I figured that an hour or so outdoors would recharge my batteries – besides, I had done my part already, so I deserved a bit of a break.
I wandered out of the conference hall, through the hotel lobby and down to the pool, picking my way through the scattered lounge chairs. I realized that I stood out like a sore thumb in my jacket and tie amongst all those bikini-clad bathers. I shucked my tie and slung my jacket over my shoulders, looking for an unclaimed chair to relax in. I settled into one, next to a mother with two small children, and leaned back with my eyes half closed to absorb the warmth.
I let my thoughts drift aimlessly as my eyes wandered pleasantly over the surrounding bathers, picking out the lookers from the elderly matrons. I especially liked the good-looking ones lying on their stomachs, with the ties from their loosened bikini tops dangling down on either side – it was fun to imagine what they might look like if they rolled over. No imagination was required with a few of them – notwithstanding the traditional Turkish conservatism, the European custom of topless sunbathing was alive and well at this resort.
I was looking at one particularly delectable figure lying face-down, when I froze.
The curving legs ending in a delicious rounded tush. The wavy brown shoulder-length hair cascading off to one side. The cute upturned nose. The high forehead offset by pencil-sharp brows. I couldn't see her eyes behind the dark sunglasses, but.....
Naaaah, it couldn't be......
Could it??
I was up and out of my chair without even realizing it. I kept thinking that my eyes would stop playing tricks on me as I got closer. I was almost standing over her before I came to the conclusion that this was no mirage. Her eyes were closed under the dark sunglasses, but there was no doubt, as unbelievable as it seemed. I touched my hand to one soft bare shoulder.
"Trina??"
She started at the sound of my voice, then opened her eyes and looked up at me with a huge smile on her lips.
"Well, if it isn't the wayward sailor himself!" she exclaimed.
She:
There was something so naughty about it all – quite apart from the fact that he was married and I was almost married. Meeting on the internet, sharing deep dark secrets. Coming face to face. Then simply cumming. I had really got off on it all, enjoyed our night of passion so much I wanted to do it again. The danger just added to my determination.
As we exchanged emails it was obvious he would dearly love to get his hands on me again, but a repeat trip to London was never mentioned by him. And I wasn't going to invite him – that would be too keen. The email chat was nice, occasionally sexy. I wanted to know if he thought of me while he fucked his wife. He dodged the question, which I took as a yes. He liked being difficult, I liked trying to embarrass him. But I wanted to paw him again.
He began talking about a business trip to Turkey, to a resort near Istanbul. I subtly got the dates out of him and began researching whether I could make it out there, as a surprise. It wasn't a cheap place to get to from London, and a travel agent advised me to wait until the last minute to get a more reasonable price if I was short of funds. I was, but I was determined to go. The only problem being I would have to go with my boyfriend. There was no way I could come up with a reasonable explanation for going all the way to Turkey alone – I was just a glorified barmaid for God's sake! So I told him to book a week off work for a surprise trip, told my mother she was babysitting and waited until the week of reckoning.
We got our cheap flights, and by now I had found out which hotel David's conference was at. I managed to book a room there and, for two days, I booked myself in for every beauty treatment I could and bought some new holiday clothes – I wanted to look good. I did look good.
By my reckoning we were actually there a day before David. I made sure I spent as much time as possible with my boyfriend in that 24 hours, and made sure he was satisfied at night. I would need to try and lose him now and then over the following few days, to snatch some time with David.
