My Night With Qing Li Ch 03

Rays of light break through the hotel curtains, landing on my face. I turn to look at the clock, my eyes adjusting to the light. 8:43 said the clock, it's red digital numbers not quite making sense. It's been years since I slept past 7, let alone 8 in the morning.

Usually, sleep is hard to come by, but not last night. The intrusive thoughts that often wake me in the middle of sleep were gone, washed away with new, pervasive thoughts. Thoughts of comfort. Thoughts of joy. Thoughts of Qing-Li.

Normally, I'm up before the sun, at the gym or getting a head start on work, but not today. I am content to just lay in bed and think. Staring at the ceiling, I replay the events over the last couple of days in my head and smile. I actually feel good for the first time in who knows how long, just thinking about her. Turning to my side, I shut my eyes and inhale deeply, still smelling her perfume on the pillow next to me. I start drift off to sleep once again.

The phone buzzes on the nightstand, waking me from my accidental slumber. I look at the clock and rub my eyes. How could I have slept for three more hours? Groggy, I look at my phone. It's a text message from Qing-Li.

"Dinner?" it reads.

I can't help but get excited. Such a simple question, a basic word and it fills me with anticipation. We've been so physically intimate the past few days that the thought of just spending time together, talking, enjoying each other's company sounds exhilarating.

"Of course," I text back, agonizing over if I should include a smile or heart emoji like a high school boy. "7?"

"I will come to your room. See you soon," she replies, followed by a heart emoji.

I smile broadly seeing that little symbol. Amazing how such a little thing can mean so much.

Quickly, I get dressed and head into town. Returning to the jewelry shop where I purchased Qing-Li's necklace, I buy matching earrings. I know I don't need to, but I want to give her something. Continuously letting her know that I care and that I want to shower her with gifts.

When I leave the store, I stop and laugh at myself. I'm falling hard for this woman I just met. Worse, I'm falling for someone just days before I leave for home. The revelation hits me hard as I stumble over to a nearby bench.

My head swims as I try to grapple with my emotions. My brain knows I can't stay here. I have a home, a job, everything back in America. On the other hand, my heart yearns to be with Qing-Li. It aches at the thought of sitting on a plane, crossing the ocean all alone. The thought of waking up without her next to me, going to my job, coming home to an empty house? It's almost too much to bear.

Does she feel the same way? Or is this just a fling, a one-time mistake before she goes back to her husband? Before she goes back to being Elizabeth?

I glance at my watch.

"Shit!" I say to myself realizing the time. I've been wrestling with my thoughts for too long and I need to get ready for dinner. I rush back to my hotel, shave, and jump into the shower.

Letting the warm water run over my body, my mind starts to drift off again, thinking about Qing-Li and our date. Unintentionally, my cock starts to rise at the mere thought of her. Her warm brown eyes. Her soft lips. The way she gasps when I touch her.

I snap out of my daydream by a soft sound coming from outside the bathroom. I listen closely. A knock at my room's door.

"Uhhhh," I stammer, washing the soap from my eyes. "I don't need my room cleaned!" I shout over the sound of the running water.

The knocking continues, getting louder.

"No thank you! Go away!" I respond.

The knocks grow insistent.

I sigh, turn off the water, and wrap a towel around my waist. Soaking wet, I open the door.

"What the f-" I start to shout, only to cut myself short.

It's Qing-Li and she is absolutely stunning.

Standing before me wearing a red dress with a plunging neckline that can only be described as daring, she smiles at me. My eyes look her up and down, taking in her carefully done hair and makeup, her bare arms, the slit of her dress showing her soft legs.

I smile when I notice Qing-Li wearing the necklace I got for her yesterday. Our eyes lock and we both blush. I go to kiss her and I suddenly remember that I'm still wet from the shower. My hand slips and my towel drops.

Qing-Li giggles, grabbing my still-hard cock and cooing, "Is that for me?"

The shock of her being so aggressive temporarily paralyzes me. Qing-Li gently strokes my cock up and down with her delicate fingers. Just a couple of days ago, she was Elizabeth, a timid wife, awkward and shy. Now, she is Qing-Li, full of confidence and desire, jerking off a man she recently met.

The elevator down the hall rings, indicating that someone is getting off on my floor.

Quickly, I pull Qing-Li into my room and shut the door. We both break out laughing, the thrill of almost getting caught sending our hearts racing.

My lips press into Qing-Li's as I breathlessly say "Hi." She kisses me back and says "Sorry. I must be early. I couldn't wait."

I kiss her again, loving that she couldn't stay away.

I go back to the bathroom and finish drying off. After applying some cologne, I step back out into my room to see that Qing-Li has laid out my clothes for me on the bed. My heart fills with a strong sense of joy. I can't even remember the last time anyone took care of me like this.

I take her hand and hold it tightly for a few seconds before getting dressed. It's incredibly sweet and touching, more than she could ever know. As I button up my dress shirt, Qing-Li hands me a box.

"I...I got you something. I hope that's okay," she said with a shy smile.

"It's more than okay," I say, unable to hide my smile as I open the box. I reach in and take out a very expensive red silk tie, the same color as her dress. "Thank you. Would you mind...?"

I flip the collar of my shirt up and turned around to face the mirror. Carefully, Qing-Li drapes the tie around my neck, her delicate hands swiftly arranging it in a classic Windsor knot.

For a moment, we catch each other staring in the mirror. The same mirror we stared into last night when we...

Blushing, Qing-Li says "You look very handsome. I'm so glad you like it."

"I got you something as well," I say, handing her the gift box containing her gift. "I know, I just got you the necklace, but...I just wanted to give you more."

She gasps, seeing the earrings that match the necklace I gave her. Wrapping her arms around me, Qing-Li kisses me deeply. For a moment, we melt into each other, the world around us ceasing to exist.

Whether it was just a second or a minute, it doesn't matter. We're simply at peace when we touch.

Qing-Li pulls back and, for a moment, I think I did something wrong.

"Oh! We're going to be late!" she exclaims, quickly putting on the earrings. "Come," she said, taking my hand, excitedly pulling me out the door.

We get a cab and make our way to the restaurant. It's at that moment that I realize this is the first time we've ever been outside of the hotel together. Suddenly, everything feels real. If it was just some sort of fling, we'd stay in my room, fuck, and then move on. But this...this is now an actual date.

I shake away these thoughts as we pull up to the restaurant. Helping Qing-Li out of the cab, we stride into the fancy restaurant, settling into a cozy circular booth towards the back.

Sitting closely, our legs and shoulders touching, we look each other in the eyes in silence. I try to say something and Qing-Ling accidentally speaks at the same time. We both blush at our awkward situation.

Somehow, we're doing all of this backwards, having sex first, then having a date. We've seen each other naked. We've made each other cum. Yet having a conversation is somehow more intense and intimate at this point. And, a little scary.

Then, we both do something neither of us expect; we start laughing. The tension was finally broken. Slowly, but surely, we begin conversing, talking, learning about each other.

I tell her about my family, my work, my hobbies. We Talk about America and how badly she wants to visit. I learn about her strict upbringing, how she came to the UK for college and decided to stay. We share our love of movies, music, art, and literature.

Each minute brings us closer together, finding so many similarities and interesting differences. We're so deep in the conversation that I do not notice the waiter standing in front of us.

"Monsieur?" he asks.

"I'm sorry, I haven't even looked yet," I say, smiling as I the menu. The smile quickly disappears as I see the words on the page in front of me. Everything is in French. I have been so focused on Qing-Li that I didn't even realize that we are in a French restaurant.

"Oh...I...uhh," I stammer, embarrassed to be so...American at that very moment.

I nervously look at Qing-Li. Without hesitation, she speaks for me in perfect French. I stare in amazement as she fluently orders for the both of us without a second thought.

"Très bien," responded the waiter. "Est-ce que ça va monsieur?""

I look towards Qing-Li again. She gives a reassuring nod and I quietly affirm "Oui."

The waiter quickly goes to the kitchen to start whatever Qing-Li ordered for us.

After overcoming my embarrassment, I smile and stare at her.

"What?" she giggles, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"You're amazing," I say in astonishment. "Where have you been hiding all my life?"

Her smile drifts at my question as she looks down at her hand where her wedding ring used to sit. I suddenly realize that I hit a nerve unexpectedly, potentially ruining the evening.

"Oh, I'm...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to..." I say, starting to apologize.

"No, it's okay," sighed Qing-Li, covering her empty finger. "It was nice to forget for a while and feel special. To feel like....me."

Instinctively, I grab her hand. I see the tears welling in her eyes.

"Shhhh, it's okay. I'm here," I say, trying to comfort her. "I shouldn't have said something like that. I'm sorry."

Dabbing her eyes with one hand, Qing-Ling squeezes mine with the other. With a deep sigh, she explains how she enjoyed living in England, away from domineering parents. She was finally able to explore things she liked and did not want to go back.

Qing-Li met another student in college and, thinking she was in love, married him in order to stay. After the first couple of months, he started demanding changes of her; get rid of the accent, go by a "proper" name, stop talking about art or music.

Little by little, Qing-Li receded and Elizabeth emerged.

"It wasn't until a few days ago that I realized what had happened," she said, barely looking up. "I had been Elizabeth for so long that I forgot me. The real me. And after I met you, I started to come out of my shell again and my husband...didn't care."

"I care," I say reassuringly. Qing-Li squeezes my hand tightly.

"I know," she says, barely above a whisper. She stares into my eyes for a moment and then towards my lips. We lean in for what would be a true, heartfelt kiss when a voice calls from across the restaurant.

"Elizabeth? Elizabeth is that you?!" exclaims an older woman walking towards our booth.

"Oh my god!" says Qing-Li, pulling away from me.

"What? What's happening?" I ask nervously, looking around.

"It's my boss, Abigail!" she gasps.

My heart pounds in my chest as Abigail came towards us. She has far too much makeup up and her fur coat has seen better days. I can practically smell the wine on her breath as she stands in front of us.

"It is you!" Abigail exclaims. "My word, I didn't even recognize you in that, ahem, outfit!"

Qing-Li turns red with embarrassment, trying to cover herself.

"How's Roger doing?" Abigail slurs, unsteady on her feet.

The name stings like a knife in my heart. Suddenly, the barely-mentioned husband has a name. Prior to that moment, he barely existed, a mere concept. Now, there was a name and a new flood of feelings about what we were doing.

"Oh...Roger is...good. He's at the pub," says Qing-Li, her natural accent disappearing. She removes her hand from the table, hiding that she's not wearing her wedding ring.

I look at her almost in disbelief. Qing-Li is disappearing right before my eyes, replaced with Elizabeth, the shy, quiet wife and office worker. Even her posture is changing, as she is now sitting up straighter, more attentive and proper.

"What are you doing here, deary? This place is far too pricy for you and..." Abigail trails off, looking at me, quizzically.

"Umm...this is my...friend..." says Qing-Li, clearly lost. Her panicked eyes meet mine, desperate for help.

Quickly, I introduce myself to Abigail, breaking the tension slightly.

"Oh, my! An American!" laughs Abigail with just a hint of contempt.

"So...how do you two...know each other?" she questions with a raised eyebrow.

I don't care for the implication, even though she is closer to the truth than I would like to admit.

Qing-Li stumbles over her words.

"We met in college," I say confidently. "I came over for a semester on an exchange program and we had a class together. I'm here on vacation and thought it would be nice to have dinner with an old friend and catch up."

"Well, that's...cute," said Abigail. "Normally, when my friends visit, I don't take them to such a...romantic restaurant."

There it was. An accusation without actually saying it.

Qing-Li grabs my thigh underneath the table. I have to do something. I care too much about her to let her become gossip and endure the fallout of her husband discovering what was happening.

"Actually, it's a funny story," I interject. "We were in an art class that took a trip to the Louvre. My French is atrocious and I became lost in the museum for hours. I could not find the rest of our class and was worried I would get left behind."

Qing-Li's grip grows tighter on my thigh, but not out of fear. She is intrigued by my story just as much as Abigail.

"I tried to go through an exit and security started yelling at me," I continue, telling my complete and utter lie of a story.

"I didn't know what to do. I was sure I was about to be arrested or even kicked out of the country when, uh, Elizabeth appeared from out of nowhere. In perfect French, she explained the situation, apologized for me, and led me back to the rest of our class."

I look over at Qing-Li and flashed a smile. A small smirk spread across her face and eyes lit up. She is now on board with the lie as well.

"So, you see, coming to a French restaurant is just her little way of teasing, reminding me how she saved a silly American," I say with a self-deprecating laugh.

Abigail laughs as well, the story placating her, knocking down her suspicion.

Underneath the table, Qing-Li's hand rises up my thigh, squeezing my cock. It instantly rises and hardens as she strokes it in front of her boss in a crowded restaurant.

I'm not sure what lying so easily says about me, but Qing-Li was in trouble and I had to help her. She noticed and was very, almost uncontrollably, appreciative.

"How delightful!" says Abigail, slightly tripping over the words. "I hope you two have lots of catching up to do this week."

"Actually, I'm leaving in two days," I respond. Qing-Li squeezes hard because of my response. I shoot her a look and can see the emotions written all over her face.

Another taboo broken; the inevitability of my leaving.

To ensure that there would not be problems for Qing-Li at work or home, I get up from the table and walk Abigail to the door. Bidding her a good night, I feel a sense of relief wash over me, but with that nagging twinge of mentioning my eventual departure. The last thing I wanted was for Qing-Li to regret leaving the confines of the hotel.

Qing-Li forces a smile as I make my way back to our table. I gave a reassuring wink, letting her know we were okay, and she let out a sigh. Her body relaxes as "Elizabeth" faded away once again.

Resting her head on my shoulder, we enjoy our meal, talking about our lives and exploring each other's interests.

Under the table, our hands are exploring each other. I grip Qing-Li's thigh, sliding my fingers up and down, getting closer...and closer...before pulling back. Smirking at her little gasps, watching her struggle to control herself.

Qing-Li resumes grabbing and squeezing my cock, her hand caressing it, outlining it through my pants. Tracing up one side of my shaft, lingering around the head, before tracing down the other side.

After we finish our meals, Qing-Li turns towards me.

"Thank you," she says softly.

"You're welcome. This was really nice," I say gently.

"No..." she starts, trying to find the words. "I mean, thank you for doing what you did. You defended me. You supported me. You...saved me."

Those two words hang in the air for a long time. It's a deep, emotionally vulnerable thing to say. I can see her eyes welling up and, I admit, I have to fight back the tears myself.

Overcome, I kiss Qing-Li passionately for the entire world to see.

It's a strong, deep kiss. The kind of kiss that is more than just lips pressing together. A kiss with meaning.

We become lost in the kiss, uncaring if anyone was watching, free of their judgements. When time finally stops standing still, Qing-Li pulls back.

"You know, that tie isn't the only gift I got for you," she says, getting up from the table.

"Wh-" I start to say as she heads towards the bathroom, down a dark hallway that only I can see from where I sit.

With her back turned to me, Qing-Li lifts her dress in one quick motion to show me her bare, firm ass. My cock twitches in my pants at the revelation that she is not wearing anything underneath. But that is not the gift.

Delicately, Qing-Li spreads her ass, revealing a plug inside her tight little hole. The red jewel, not unlike the ones on the necklace and earrings I gave her, glimmers in the low light.

My cock surges in my pants, desperately trying to break free.

Letting her dress fall back into place, Qing-Li looks over her shoulder back at me. Lifting one finger, she seductively beckons me to follow.

My head tells me not to do it, but my heart and my cock compel me to walk down the hallway. I glance backwards to make sure no one notices, when Qing-Li grabs me by the tie and pulls me into the Women's bathroom.

Like a woman possessed, Qing-Li wraps her arms around me, kissing me hard and fast. Before I have a chance to think, her tongue shoves into my mouth, fluttering in all directions. Her tongue wrestles with mine as she moans softly in my mouth.

I push Qing-Li against the wall and place my thigh between her legs. Almost instinctively, she begins grinding on my thigh. Her hips swivel, rubbing herself against me as we continue kissing passionately. I can already feel her wetness soaking through my pantleg when I reach my hand down her dress and cup her tits.

Her eyes grow wide as her body grows hot, but our lips continue to touch. The grinds become more frantic and needy. My fingers deftly tease and tweak her nipples. I pull them up and down. Up and down. UP and DOWN. Then left to right. Left to right. LEFT to RIGHT.

I spread the neckline of Qing-Li's dress, exposing her perky breasts completely. My hands grip her tightly, controlling her sensitive nipples. Her beautiful eyes roll in the back of her head as her humping becomes frantic and desperate. I can't help but smirk as she practically fucks herself on my leg.

"I need it!" Qing-Li moans, reaching down, her hands trembling as she unbuckles my belt. In one quick motion, she unzips my pants, reaches in, and pulls out my thick, hard cock. Giving it a few fast tugs, she squats down in front of me.

Immediately, Qing-Li wraps her glistening lips around me. Insatiable, she sucks my cock hard and fast. I try hard not to moan too loudly as her tongue swirls around the head and her hand cradles my balls. Our eyes lock as she slowly works the entire length of my cock down her throat. Her gags and moans bounce off the bathroom walls.