The rain continues to fall from the night before, but the gloomy weather does not dampen my mood. My uneventful trip to the UK had become a special, potentially life-changing event thanks to my unforgettable night with Elizabeth.
I lay in my large hotel bed and sighed, replaying the events. A chance meeting in a hotel with a beautiful, but shy woman led to an incredible sexual encounter. I could still smell Elizabeth's lilac perfume on my skin and taste her on my lips.
We agreed to meet again today, but I resist the urge to text her immediately.
"Don't rush", I tell myself as I get dressed. "Let her remember last night too and think about our connection."
I wander around town for most of the day. I try to take in some of the sights, but my mind continues to turn to her. The way her tongue wrestled with mine, how she melted in my arms, her passionate cries when I thrusted into her over and over.
I spy in the window of a jeweler's shop a gorgeous gold necklace with a tiny ruby heart. Ignoring the price tag, I purchase the item for Elizabeth. I want her to feel special because, well, she is special. I'm only here for a few more days and I don't know what will happen, but I never want her to forget me.
Back in my room, I stare at my phone. I feel like I'm back in high school, nervously typing and deleting my messages, trying to find the right words without being too demanding or too needy. Finally, I settle on "I've been thinking about you all day. 8:00?"
Almost immediately after hitting send, I can see her typing my response. My heart beats in excitement. That feeling soon turns to concern as I keep seeing the "..." notification appear and disappear.
"She must be trying to find a way to let me down gently," I sigh to myself looking out my rain-soaked window. "I shouldn't be surprised. She's married. It was probably a one-time thing."
I look over at the gift-wrapped necklace I bought for Elizabeth and shake my head. I reach for the box and start to head for the door to return it when my phone buzzed.
"Yes," is all that it reads.
I'm not quite sure why it took so long for such a simple response, but a thrill runs up my leg throughout my entire body. Placing the gift on the nightstand, I get ready to see Elizabeth again. Wine is brought to the room and I make sure the bed looks neat.
At exactly 8:00, there is a knock at the door. Through the peephole, I see her and my heart leaps in my chest. Even with a large raincoat on, she is gorgeous. Her hair in a tight bun, a hint of blush on her cheeks, and deep red lips begging to be kissed.
I open the door, give a sly smile and greet Elizabeth.
She blushes a little and utters a quiet "Hello," before coming in.
I wasn't sure if a kiss or a hug would be appropriate, but she walks past me too quickly for either. Something's off.
Elizabeth sits at the edge of the bed, her hands in her lap, her coat still synched tight.
"Can I get you something to drink?" I ask, motioning towards the bottle of wine.
"Yes, please," she says softly as I pour her a glass and hand it to her
Before I can even pour myself a glass, she gulps down the wine quickly.
"Is...is everything alright?" I inquire.
Elizabeth sighs, her eyes still on the ground.
"Last night was...last night was wonderful," she said, her eyes finally looking up, her deep, brown eyes staring into mine.
"But...?" I ask, knowing it's coming.
"But, I've never done anything like that before," she replied, her voice quivering, eyes looking away. "I have so many thoughts and feelings. I feel guilty for doing it and for sneaking out again," she confessed.
I sit down next to her, our legs touching.
"Hey, it's okay," I say comforting her. I look down and notice Elizabeth keeps playing with her wedding ring, pulling it off and putting it back on. I cover her hands and squeeze them tightly. "I felt something special last night and I'm pretty sure you felt it too. You wouldn't be here if you didn't. Whatever you want to do, I understand. I just thought you should know how I feel."
"I feel guilty," she continues, "But I knew if I didn't see you again, I...I..."
"Stay with me tonight," I ask her, leaning in closely. "Stay with me tonight, Qing-Li."
She gasps, hearing her true name again, remembering how she unexpectedly told it to me the night before. It's like a trigger as years of suppression and trying to be something she's not now fade away. Her wedding ring drops to the floor as I lean in and firmly press my lips against hers. It's slow and sensuous as we drink each other in. Her perfume surrounds me, drawing me in even closer.
My hand moves upward, gripping the zipper of her coat and pulling it down. Qing-Li stands up and removes it, letting it fall to the floor. I stare for a few seconds, taking in how absolutely stunning she looks. An elegant black dress hugs her body, showing her gorgeous form. A long slit at the bottom shows off her toned legs and the straps of the dress compliment her delicate shoulders.
My cock jumps in my pants studying her every feature. I rise and kiss Qing-Li passionately, our tongues connecting over and over. Before getting too lost in our passion, I pull back.
"I got you something," I say, reaching for the necklace. I walk her towards the mirror, her back pressed against my chest. I reach around and place the gift around her neck, the ruby heart resting gently on her cleavage.
Staring into the mirror, she admires the gift. We both look at each other in the reflection and feel the spark between us. We just look so...right in that moment, like we've always known each other. Like we've been a couple for years.
Gently, I press my lips into her neck, a gasp escaping from her lips. I do it again and she shuts her eyes, getting lost in my soft, loving kisses. Qing-Li's body shudders as my lips move up and down her bare shoulders. Slowly I untie her dress, deftly pulling on the strings keeping it up.
In an instant, the dress drops and I gaze into the mirror, staring at the gorgeous woman in front of me. I take in the vision of her delicate skin, her perky tits, and stiff nipples. My eyes drift down, observing the special undergarment she's wearing: a black and silver sheer G-string.
My cock strains against my pants seeing her pretty pussy once again in such an elegant fashion. Qing-Li may be feeling guilty, but her choice of clothing tells me she wants to be fucked again.
My hands reach around and firmly grip her tight stomach. She leans into me, her tight ass pressing against my bulge.
"Oh!" she coos, wiggling slightly, loving how hard I have become.
Leaning back, we kiss each other deeply. Reservations and concerns drift away as our tongues finally touch again. They glide against each other, flicking and swirling with excitement. My hand slides up, cupping her pert tits. Qing-Li moans in my mouth, but continues to kiss. All she wants is me.
The gentle cups quickly turn to firm, deliberate squeezes. Fingers press in, lifting her breasts and letting them drop. I can't help but smile, spying in the mirror how they bounce so sensuously. Gripping her nipples between my forefinger and thumb, I start pinching and pulling.
Breaking from our kiss, Qing-Li looks down, staring as I make her nipples stiffer and sensitive. Tiny gasps emit from her as my small pulls and plucks get harder. Her knees buckle as I grip tightly and begin twisting. Her ass wiggling into me even more now tells me how much she's loving it.
Holding her tightly, my hand slides down to her pretty G-string. Rather than immediately touching her, I want to tease her pussy. Grabbing on either side of the fabric, I pull her underwear up and down, the material grinding into her pretty pussy.
