A brief encounter
written by:
Morgoth 108

When he opened his eyes the room was dark. So dark he couldn't see the woman next to him. He didn't need light to know she was there. They were curled up closely together. He could feel the warmth of her body, and hear her rhythmic soft breathing. Most of all he could smell her presence, the combination of subtle perfume with hints of apple and jasmine overlaying the musk of her arousal and the whole mixture wrapped in a miasma of their love making. He was also very much aware of a his renewed erection pushing against the smooth curve of her buttocks, and the more aware he was the harder he got.

He knew it was the middle of the night and he should really be asleep, exhausted with travel, relaxed with alchohol and drained from their earlier athletic sex.

He shifted his position slightly so that his engorged shaft would force its way between the tops of her thighs rather than being trapped between their bodies. As the tip of his penis touch her outer lips he heard a soft appreciative purr. So now he knew that she wasn't fast asleep. Probable she was, like himself, in a comfortable half-doze. Then her felt her fingers grasping his penis and easing the tip towards her entrance. He enjoyed the feel of how he slipped easily between her hot outer lips, still slick from the mixture of their juices.

Wrapping an arm around her body, he hugged their two bodies together, and thrusting the tip of his penis, now rigid and ready, inside her. Once again he was rewarded with an appreciative sleepy purr from the woman sharing the bed.

It had all started with fog and delayed flights. He had shared a table with a stranger and they had a couple of drinks together. Conversation had been so easy, it had been like meeting an old friend. They seemed to be soul-mates brought together by a chance change in the weather. The drinks led to a meal filled with laughter and flirting. Neither had really suggested sharing a room but the hotel had assumed they were a couple and neither disagreed. In the lift they stood in silence holding hands. The moment the hotel room door was closed behind them their passion ignited. The only clothes removed were the ones stopping him getting inside her. They fucked furiously but briefly leaning against the door until he erupted into her and they both slipped to the carpet exhausted but deeply satisfied and lay there wrapped in each other arms.

Now, in the deep dark of the middle of the night, he lazily rocked in and out of her, only just in contact enough to stimulate both of them. In the morning they would both be tired but happy and would go their separate ways never to see each other again. For now, they enjoyed sharing a bed and sharing their bodies to dispel the isolation of business travel in soulless hotels. They were living out a fantasy but back in their 'real' lives they were both happily married - just not to each other. This wasn't the start of any kind of relationship, but neither was it just empty sex. It was a memory and a secret they would take away and enjoy. The sex was good but the feel and closeness of her body was even better.

He caressed her hip and slid his hand up over her waist and onwards until he was cupping her breast, feeling the tightly puckered nipple pressing against the palm of his hand. Slipping his other hand under her body, he pressed it between her thighs and sank his middle finger down in the hot moist folds of her engorged labia. Softly he stroked her clit, slowly teasing it in time with his thrusts into cunt.

Her purrs of pleasure were steadily becoming moans of ecstasy. He felt her hand join his resting on her tangle of pubic hair. Her finger intertwined with his, and then she too slipped a finger deeper to caress the area around her clit. He started to plant a trail of kisses on her back, breathing in the wonderful feminine scent of her body.

He half-remember and half-dreamt of the long sensuous bath they shared, her lying in his arms in the hot, fragranced water. They had enjoyed the ritual of washing each other combined with the game of making it ever more teasing and arousing, paying more than careful attention to wash the most sensitive area. He savoured the memory of the orgasm he has given her just by lightly, repeatedly stroking her clit with a sponge. He remember the shudders of her body against him.

In the deep dark of the room he felt her moving, making to roll on to her front. He immediately understood what she wanted as though they were long time lovers. He moved at the same time so that their contact was unbroken. She was now practically sitting on his lap and it allowed her to open her leg wide. He thrust in deeper. He could now plunge his entire length into her and feel her hot wet lips pressed against him. He knew she was so close to the edge and could feel the ripples of pre-orgasmic tension gripping his penis. He knew what wanted now and started to thrust long, hard and deep. He stroked her hip with one hand, but reached round her body with the other to grasp her nipple, pinching and tweaking it.

She was now thrusting back with her hips in time with his movement. The orgasm came so quickly and suddenly it took them both by surprise. She gasped and groaned, her whole body shaken by the explosive release deep in her abdomen. He could feel the pulses gripping him, and continued to thrust, prolonging her ecstasy and driving it towards the border of agony.

He knew that this would be the last time they would make love. In a few hours they take their separate flights back to their secure marriages and day to day lives. There was a tinge of sadness at leaving the person who might have been his real soul-mate. He twisted her round, took her hand and raised it too his mouth. Her finger tips were still scented with the sweetness of her cunt. He sucked each finger in turn, reliving the pleasure of tasting her for the first time when they had lain, naked, warm and relaxed on the bed after their shared bath. It was still too dark to see, and this seemed to make their last passionate kisses all the more special. In a few moments they were both deeply and blissfully asleep.

In the morning they took separate cabs to the airport and never saw each other again. They didn't even know each other's names, at least not real ones just the fake ones they had used to check in at the hotel. He at least knew that he would enjoy the memory of her body every day.