It was a rainy evening when I walked down to the hotel lounge. For a first-time trip to the United Kingdom, it has been pretty uneventful. There was so much I wanted to do and see and I only had a week left.
I sat at the bar and ordered a drink, thinking about what I could do with my time left. Lost in my thoughts, I didn't even notice the incredibly adorable Chinese woman sitting next to me.
She was with another man who just left. Judging by the ring on her finger, I assume it was her husband. I didn't think anything of it until she accidentally knocked my drink over.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she said, grabbing napkins to clean up the liquid.
"It's okay. Totally my fault," I laugh. I look at her and try not to stare. Her bright smile made my heart skip and her low-cut black top, a hint of cleavage, slightly exposed bra, and short, frilly skirt made my cock jump in my pants.
"You're not from here, are you?" she asked, noticing my American accent.
"Neither are you," I smile, noticing her accent.
Blushing a bit, she acknowledges her Chinese origin and the accent she tried so hard to change.
"Hey, it's okay. More than okay. I actually find it very sexy," I say with a smirk.
The woman blushes deeply and tries to hide her smile.
"How about you replace my drink and we'll call it even, Miss..." I say, fishing for her name.
"Elizabeth," she says with a beautiful smile.
"Hi, Elizabeth," I smile, shaking her dainty hand firmly.
Over the next hour, we drink and talk, telling stories of where we're originally from, this unfamiliar land, our jobs, the weather, everything. It's such an easy and carefree conversation that we don't realize just how much we've had to drink.
The clock above the bar chimes. It's late. As we get up to leave, I ask for her number. I know I'm not here for much longer, but it was so nice to talk and have fun with someone, I want to do it again. Patting my pockets, I realize I left my phone upstairs.
"Aw, shoot. My phone is in my room. Do you...do you want to come up for a minute?" I ask.
"Well..." said Elizabeth, unsure if she should.
I grab her hand and she practically melts.
"Sure...just for a minute...so you can get my number," she relents.
The ride up in the elevator is tense and exciting. My heart beats a little faster. I catch Elizabeth fixing her hair and her skirt in the reflection of the elevator wall. The ding signifies we've reached my floor and snaps us out of our own thoughts.
She follows me to my room. The click of the lock breaks the silence as I open the door to my room. Since this was supposed to be a nice vacation for myself, I spent the extra money and got a suite. The large bed sits in the middle of the room among fancy furniture and a bar. My cologne hangs in the air, sending a shiver up Elizabeth's back.
Nervously, she steps into the room. She fidgets a bit. She knows she's not supposed to be here.
Walking further into the room, she stands near the bed and waits for me. I grab my phone and wait for her to give me her digits.
"Maybe I shouldn't," she says, having second thoughts.
"I really enjoyed talking to you," I tell her. "And I know you did too. How about this. I'll give you my phone. If you want to put your number in your can. If you want, you can give me a fake number and that will be that."
I stand in front of her and hand her the phone. It's at this moment that I notice how much bigger I am than Elizabeth. I practically loom over her as I smell the faint scent of her perfume. It smells gorgeous, just like how she looks.
Feeling my presence, Elizabeth takes a step back. Her fingers hesitate for a moment. She thinks about the past hour and how it made her feel. She puts her real number in quickly. So quickly that she entered it under her real name.
Elizabeth hands me the phone and I look.
