"I have to submit my application." I hold up the form, what a stupid thing to say; why else would I be sat here. I blabber to him nervously, thinking he will leave, hoping he will stay. He takes my hand in greeting, I wish he hadn't, had he just said formal hellos and well wishes I would have been okay with that. But his fingers intimately touch my wrist and he circles it within his grasp before letting me go. The queues take longer than I had anticipated, so Marcus leaves to find the correct window to collect his passport. All I can do is sit and wait with my memories of our love affair in Goa, memories of being inseparable and young.
Of course I know how it came about that I leave with him, he asks me for coffee and I look into his eyes and daydream and ponder before saying yes, the same yes I want to shout out the very minute he asks me. The coffee house by the station is small and cramped but we find a seat in the corner, in our own world. We are foolish just sitting there speaking so little, me tugging my skirt down as it keeps rising up, skating on the softness of my silk hold ups, him looking into the speckled blue Denby mug filled to the brim with hot black coffee. We look out of place; we look like two lovers hiding their secret from their loved ones. Absurd thought I know.
My fingers with their pale peach painted nails play with the sachets of sugar, my gold band and sapphire eternity ring glisten and every now and again I look up and catch his stare. I am nervous, he can sense that. The atmosphere is unbearable as already I am thinking of the eventual goodbye. Marcus takes my hand and stops me from bending the corner of yet another sweet and low sachet. "Kate," he whispers. I look up and smile, my lips I know, are naked of all shine.
We talk about our families, our jobs, just about everything, we even reminisce about the time we spent together. He teases me telling me I shouldn't have been so irresistible. The conversation and the desire in his eyes takes me back to the fragrance of Jasmine and the spices of India and the first time we seduced each other. But my agenda doesn't allow for more than a few hours in London and he is flying out from Heathrow in the morning.
Once again I find myself sitting on the edge of the bath in a plush hotel, my head bows looking down at the cell phone in my nervous hand. I have to make that dreaded call, tell that lie. Just leave, I tell myself, leave and no one will know, nothing will happen, everything will go back to normal. But it isn't as simple as that. My lover is in the next room, we both know what will happen, but we aren't free. I am no longer a 25 year old flight attendant. We are not by a beach, it is a damp London in a warm hotel and we have responsibilities, people who trust us.
But what is the point in leaving now, I feel guilty just being alone in the same room with him and my body is deceiving me. I'm already wet with desire and can see my nipples are erect. How I wish I didn't wear such a sheer bra to London today and my silk shirt is doing little to disguise my arousal.
Having told my first lie, I leave the bathroom to find Marcus sitting on the bed, fully clothed, bar his shoes, a huge pillow propping him up. Does the look on his face mean he has made his call, I didn't hear him, I didn't hear anything apart from my conscious doing battle with my heart. His small suitcase sits aside the sliding wardrobe and I can just make out the signs of his pilot uniform through the crack of the door. God the tension is ridiculous, how can we not be saying anything when we once shared so much in that week, always bursting for the other person to wake up just so we could hear each other's words. Sky news is on, I smile at Marcus and he picks up the control to lower the volume. "It's getting dark now," I make a stupid obvious statement as I stare at the window.
"Kate, come and join me, nothing is going to happen, just sit with me." Marcus shifts along the queen size bed and I mutter something to the effect that I know nothing will happen, it just feels strange to be alone with him. I think to myself, not just alone even, but to be with him when this morning he wasn't even in my thoughts. Why can't he just take me, fuck me like we were twenty years younger, rip each others clothes off, we both want it, why the deliberation. Twenty years ago I might have made the first move, but not now.
So I slip out of my heels before meeting him on the burgundy bed cover. How crazy we must look, two adults in a hotel room fully dressed and laying on a bed. I swirl my legs to be along side him and before I know it he pulls me up and back into his arms so that I am leaning on his chest. My skirt rises up my thighs and I curl up just resting, listening to his beating heart. I know my cream silk shirt will be creased and I dare say my skirt will be as well. "Are you okay?" he asks as I feel his fingers run slowly up and down my silk covered arm.
"Yup," I reply, "You?" I can't tell him that his soft fingers brushing on my arm is sending bolts of electricity through my body or that I want to be naked next to him. I don't know what part of me says touch him, but I find myself reaching over to his shirt and my nails make circles around his tummy button. He flinches and I chuckle, "Ticklish?" "A little." He replies.
I try to avert my gaze from his manhood that is growing the more I am touching him. I know he can see me looking. "I'm sorry Kate," he says "Damn it woman I want you. When I saw you fiddling with those bloody sachets of sugar I wanted you."
"We
were in a café!" I tease him thinking how much I wanted him the minute he said
hello at the passport office.
My face grows red in embarrassment as he says, "Yes we were having coffee and didn't stop me wanting to take you there on the table!"
With that retort Marcus sits up and lays me on to my back, his body squashing down on top of mine. My heart is pounding quickly. His hands are all over my body, moving fabric, caressing, squeezing, feeling my nylon clad legs noticing they are hold ups. His hand touches my flesh at the top of my thighs and I jerk with just a slight murmur. I know he wants to go higher to feel how wet I am and I hold his hand as he almost touches my panties feeling the heat from my aroused pussy.
"Marcus kiss me," I manage to say. He rolls on to his side and presses his finger to my lips. "Shush. Not a sound." But he kisses me anyway, lightly, gently, on the lips. He takes his finger and traces my lips, before using his tongue to moisten them. His feather-light touch makes me shiver and I want his tongue to devour my mouth, I want to taste him.
He breaks the kiss too soon and leaves me gasping for air. Oh god! Don't stop, I think to myself, knowing that I am desperate for him. He rubs my body with firm smooth strokes before getting up leaving me on the bed, my chest panting, and my clothes disheveled.
"Marcus?" He holds out his hand and motions me off the bed. I know my legs are going to give way on me, please don't make me stand for long. Marcus pulls me close to him pressing my full breasts into his chest. I hear him moan as the kiss intensifies. He slips his tongue into my mouth and finds mine as we brush together over and over. His grip around my body becomes stronger and stronger like he doesn't want to let me go. His tongue explores all areas of my mouth; from the inner walls, to my gums and teeth, to the area below my tongue. He reaches as far as he can, trying to dive right down my throat.
"I can't believe I am with you Kate," he tells me once the kiss is broken. "I feel the same," I reply, offering him another kiss, not wanting to be apart from his lips.
Marcus proceeds to plant his mouth against my neck and follows with a series of licks and nibbles on my sensitive flesh. "Oh god," I whimper, enjoying the sensations and liking them even more as Marcus massages my breasts through the silk blouse. Although they are no longer pert they ache for his lips but he continues stroking, kneading their sides with the palms of his hands all the while kissing and nibbling my neck.
I reach down and unbutton my blouse, "Touch me," I beg him, gasping as Marcus moves his hands past my open blouse and kneads my breasts through my bra. Not being able to tolerate it any longer I slip the blouse down from my shoulders and Marcus helps me take it off, immediately reaching behind my back, unclasping my bra. I slide the straps off.
His mouth moves from my neck to my breast as I arch my back and sigh in deep pleasure when I feel his warm lips on one of my hard nipples. I bring both my hands around his head and weave my fingers through his short hair.
I move away from his delicious attentive mouth, as my not so youthful body quivers from the intensity of his actions. Staring into his eyes I undo the zipper on my skirt and it falls to the floor my nylons follow them. Marcus is now naked, standing in front of me with a huge erection staring at my body. I know he can see fine hairs around my pussy where I usually keep trim and my tummy shows signs of child birth, neither which he comments on.
I ask him to lie on the bed so I can rediscover the man that once gave me so much pleasure. Leaning forward, very gently I lick around his lips with the tip of my tongue; I tease him, not allowing his probing tongue access to my mouth. I see the passion in his eyes as his hands reach out for my body to stay close to him. My body is yearning for more of his touch.
He says, "Don't go," but I ease myself away and shyly go to the end of the bed, knowing that he is staring attentively at my naked, aged body. The soft peacock feather with its bright emerald eye stares at me in the opaque vase, bowing towards me as the soft feathers catch the breeze from the slight opening in the window. I grin in mischief as the feather is now in my hand ready to tease my lover. Kneeling on the floor I look up at his body, remembering the way his muscles were so defined and tight. Now I see a small tummy but his thighs are still firm. His feet, for a man, are deliciously elegant and are poised in front of me. I tell him to lay back and relax.
"This is all for you, darling," I whisper. His hands are behind his head, his eyes are closed.
"Don't open them, baby," I tell him with a plea in my tone. I very gentle lick his toes on his left foot as I glide the long feather up and down his right leg slowly, very slowly caressing him, parting his legs slightly so that I can run the feather inside. My tongue pays attention to his toes gently sucking then darting in-between them. I can see him flinch, as the wetness of my mouth on one part of his body and the gliding of the soft feather makes his cock erect once more.
I change sides and give attention to his right foot as the feather glides up the side of his left leg, the same strokes the same teasing, both times avoiding to touch his manhood with the feather, wanting to save that for my own hands and mouth to tease.
Abandoning the feather, I climb on the bed kneeling by his legs now so instead of a feather trailing up and down, my kisses devour him. My auburn hair falls as I lean closer and lower to plant small butterfly kisses on his legs, knees, inside his thighs slowly working my way up to his chest but still avoiding his throbbing hardness. Soft naked breasts rest on him whilst hard nipples brush against his skin. I lean over to ensure that no part of his body remains unkissed. With Marcus's eyes still closed, my tongue finds his tummy hole and whilst it gentle circles the outside my hands lay flat caressing his chest reaching up to his nipples. His body feels strong under my touch; his moan injects arousal through my body each sound he makes causing my pussy to yearn for his touch, for his exploration. I place soft licks and gentle kisses on his stomach and chest as I reach up and kiss the nipples I was just touching, my tongue flicking the tips making them erect.
Marcus can no longer contain himself as he takes one hand and caresses my smooth back, gently running his fingers up and down my spine as I continue to tease one nipple then the other with my tongue.
I gaze up into Marcus's eyes, shivering with anticipation of his cock thrusting inside me. A soft hand strokes my hair, and finds my face, his fingers wanting to feel my wet tongue as I lean closer kissing the places that have yet to feel the caress of my lips. I feel a finger seductively open my mouth and play with my tongue until I find the strength to stop it from moving and suck it like I will his throbbing cock. I suddenly stop the seduction of his finger as the urgency of my desire to have him fuck me gets stronger.
His hand continues to alternate from stroking my hair to caressing my back. I feel his hand go lower to my rear and my legs open a little for more intimate caresses. I moan in wanton lust hoping his fingers will find my hole to explore whilst I still tease his nipples. He probes me, pulling at my exposed clit, pushing it around and up and down with one finger then places a finger deep inside me. I moan in profound ecstasy. "Sweet Jesus, you must stop," knowing it wouldn't take much to make me cum.
I ease away from his touches and focus my attention to his hardness as I hear him taste the finger that was just probing me. "I want to fuck you," Marcus tells me; his body now getting restless.
"Not yet," is my reply, my breathing intense, my body aching for him. His manhood is how I remembered it, a small scar sits at the base and his balls are smooth. I grin as I remember the times when we use to groom each other. His cock is firm and hard as it twitches at me almost in greeting. Marcus moans encouraging me to reach out and touch his penis. After all these years I prepare myself to devour him once more.
Looking into his glazed eyes, I slowly lick my hand to make his cock wet and ready for stroking. "'Oh god," he murmurs, in anticipation of my hands masturbating him. Slowly at first I begin stroking, my speed increasing, as he raises his hips a little to assist my play. I long for his manhood to invade my mouth, my eyes talking to his, no words come from my lips. One hand cups his balls the other remains at the bottom of his shaft ready for my mouth to seduce his throbbing cock. With a large amount of saliva on the tip of my tongue, I let it drool from there onto his cock and watch as it trickles down its' length. Marcus shirks. Quickly but still very gently I chase it down with my tongue and then back up again, keeping my eyes fixed up at him. I spread the wetness all over his cock until every part of him is wet from my mouth. As he stirs, I increase the licking and take his penis deep into my mouth keeping it there as he moans in pleasure. With the pressure of my mouth I remove his cock slowly but still sucking the head, my tongue licking the tip encouraging his pre cum teasingly.
This is too much for Marcus to bear so he suddenly sits up and pulls me on to his lap. I ride him, his hands on my hips, his cock deep inside me, I can feel he is close to coming, our rhythm gets faster and as I sense my own orgasm, I feel him climax deep inside my cunt. "Don't stop," I plead and he continues to jerk up whilst my muscles contort and milk his cock dry. Leaning forward and supporting my weight with my arms either side of Marcus, I gyrate slowly, looking into his eyes. My pussy is full of his hot semen and I contract my muscles knowing his cock can feel the pulsations as his cum seeps out of me.
We lay together in sweet aftermath, embracing each other whilst letting out an occasional sigh. I feel a sense of sadness as I kiss his neck and look into his eyes. "I am going to leave soon," I tell Marcus, knowing that I said I would stay the night. He looks surprised and asks, "Will I see you again, Kate?" I shake my head, knowing that this was a one off encounter never to be repeated.
A Chance Meeting
by
Saffron
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Sat, 27th March, 2010
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