Written by Pug
I was supposed to have a nice vacation. I was supposed to be fucking my way across Europe. But as soon as I heard my boss on the other end of the phone I realised that wasn't happening any more. A colleague of mine had just gotten ill. Seriously sick, not just a small case of the 'flu or a dizzy spell. No this guy had managed to get something contagious enough for him to experience isolation and bio-hazard procedures from the wrong side.
Since my colleague was occupied elsewhere I had to take some of his workload. We all did, but since I was supposed to be travelling anyways I got to the gig of cozying up som some suppliers and customers at an Exhibition in London. Nothing big, mind you. But several of our long time clients would be sending some mid to lower heights managament there, so my employer wanted at least two shoes on the ground. So in stead of drikning my way across every whorehouse or bordello in eastern Europe I was now sober at the Excel Ehibition Hall A in London. Wearing a business suit and everything. This wasn't how I'd envisioned my well deserved vacation to develop.
But then again, every door that closes, often leads you through some previously unnseen doors. Some new oppertunities would surely present themselfs. I might even get our clients drunk and relaxed enough to get them to sign something rewarding to my employer. At the very least that would get me an unexpected deposit in my boss' goodwill account. Hell, I might even get drunk on our clients money. And who knew what could happen if our client had sent some good looking people, if I was lucky and charming enough, maybe. Just maybe I'd get lucky enough not to regret the missed debauchery I had lined up.
Alas every client had sent males, and old ones at that. These were people my boss would have liked. I didn't. They were all too formal, too correct and too boring for this to be anything but just another business trip to just another busisess meeting. After two days I was just about ready to expose myself to the contagion if that would mean my colleague could take my place, and do his own job. He was by far better suited to his clients than I was anyways. They were equally boring.
But then something interesting happened on the third day. On Thursday the hall next to us began filling with younger people. Excited people. Good looking people. Curious I went to explore and found that some sort of nerd-fest was going on. There were lots of gaming companies, publishers og science fiction, fantasy and horror literature and a few posters for some special effects glaore blockbuster movies I had heard about. Lots of people walked around in costumes. At first I thought theese were paid actors promoting something or other. But eventually it dawned on me that theese were fans dressing up as a favorite characther or something. I found it somewhat strange. Strange, but interesting. Some of the costumes did show a lot of skin. And some of the cosplayers, as I learned they refered to themselfs as, were stunningnly beatutiful.
My mind boggled on the fact that in 'my' exhibition hall there were lots of middle aged men from various middle mangagemet positions eagerly discussing minute datails of our profession, while in the next hall a younger and much better looking clientelle were showing of surprising amounts of skin and generally just playing around. For now I had to get back to 'my' terrirory, but the hope of meeting some colourful and interesting people in a bar that evening went up high enough to get me through another day of sheer boredom.
I stayed away from the usual business friendly bar, and instead discretely followed a few of the nerds to the bar of their choosing. Nobody wore costumes here, but the clientelle consisted of much greater diversity than I had expected. There were obese people, skinny people, young people, old peole, fit people, diabled people and pretty much any colour and ethnicity one could imagine, all hanging around with each other, all seeming to have a good time. Now this was something else than boring white men in business suits talking about business or their kids or how they longed for something or other. This crowd seemed quite a lot more alive.
It was still early enough for a few tables to be unoccupied so I got myself a pint of beer and sat down for a while. Before long this place would be filled to capasity and somebody would ask if they could sit by my table. Usually a group of three or more people would come, and at least one of them would feel obliged to talk to me by my experience. Half an hour later my confidence in my own experience grew another notch. Three twenty-somethings came up to my table and asked if they could sit. Two girls and a boy. One of the girls was a stunning beauty, so of course I agreed.
The boy went and got some beers and he even got one for me as he'd seen that mine was almost empty. He had even gotten me the same brand. I was a bit impressed by his politeness and casual inclusion. All three of them seemed to assume I was a part of their nerd crowd even if my clothing should have hinted otherwise. I did nothing to enlighten them. The stunningly beautiful girl was a talker. She could talk about anything for surprisingly long times. Neither of the others seemed to get more than a word or two in before she kept going. At first i didn't mind. I just let her stream of word with an interesting accent wash over me as I took in all her beauty. Her hair was chestnut and fell just lang enough down her back. It probably reached to the clasp of her bra, but I couldn't tell for sure in this light. Her lips were full, her eyes were deep and I had absolutely no problem imagining her picture on a cover of some magazine. She was a classic beauty.
And she was an airhead. After the first glamour of her exterior waned I realised there wasn't anything going on behind it. She was just a pretty bubble. Floating along in her own sphere. As soon as something burst her sphere or intruded on her consiousness she imediately created a new bubble to inhabit. It was an interesting experience. If she had just a drop more cunning she could be a formiddable saleswoman. She was a master of steering the conversation to where she wanted it, centred on her and her experiences at all times. If somebody managed to get through to her, and teach her a few sales techniques she would become an unstoppable force. But for now she was too young and much to self absorbed to be of any use.
The other two who had sat down at my table seemed used to the pretty girl's conversational domination. But a few glances between the two of them and me soon corfirmed my suspicion that they saw through the bubbles she kept wrapping around herself. As the evening became night the pretty girl seemed to flirt more and more with me. She included me in more of her conversation and rested her hand on my thigh seemingly without knowing. I noticed she was by now very close to me. It became obvious that she assumed I would be accompanying her whenever she wanted to retire. And the funny thing was, even if she was pretty enough to be a model, even if she had the classic beauty almost universally sought after in the western world, I had absolutely no interest in bedding her. Nedless to say, I was quite surprised myself.
She must have misunderstood the crooked smile I realised showed on my face as the realisation struck. Her hand crept further up my thigh and approached my crotch area. Good thing the table hid her actions to the rest of the world. I think that maybe the other girl at my table realised something was going on, her look certainly tried to comunicate something, but I wasn't able to figure out exactely what. Girls as pretty as the one to my right will often get away with anything. Certainly when they all but invite a guy to join them at a more private location or on the dancefloor. But she was in for a surprise tonight. There was no way I could imagine spending time alone with her and her constant flood of self centered words. As her hand went even higher and she felt my semi rigid cock through my pants I stopped her. I grabbed her hand, demonstrantly placed it on top of the table in front of us and said a firm 'No' just loud enough for her to hear.
Maybe the others at my table heard, maybe they didn't. But the other girl caught the gist of it. The guy didn't, he was busy with his smartphone. Probably bragging to all his nerd friends on Facebook about sharing a table with the beauty to my right. The pretty girl faltered. her constant stream of words stopped. Her entire body language screamed out her surprise and the gradual processing that took place inside her airhead. Anger, frustration, curiousity and indignation were all evident emotions the next couple of seconds. The other gril actualy quaffed and had a wry smile. The guy looked up from his phone, utterly baffled at what was going on.
«But, I thought... I thought that we would.... But you didn't ....» She was clearly not prepared for what had happened. She can't have had much opposition before. I decided to make my intentions clear, if for no other reason than to put her out of her confused misery. «We are NOT a couple, nor will the two of us ever be a couple. You will please refrain from touching me like that again. I do not consent. Have I made myself adequately clear?» I threw in the word adequately on purpose. And I just loved to see her trying to work out what it meant. Took her long enough, and almost every thought was easily accessible to me by merely looking at her confused, but beautiful face.
The other girl all but gaped openly. She was probably as surprised by my rejection as the pretty gril, but she relished in it. In her eyes there were never any confusion, she understood every word. Not only that, she imediately grasped the intent and the implications of my rejecting the pretty girl. She understood that it was late enough that finding a new partner for the night would be hard. Even a pretty girl could easily find herself having to choose between lowering standards or facing the night alone. And as soon as this dawned on the pretty girl to my right she focused her considerable attention on the baffled guy with the smartphone. Who was utterly underprepared for the flood of pretty coming his way. He was barely able to hold on when she grabbed his hand and led him away, buisily constructing a new bubble reality where she had decided he was the guy she had wanted all night long.
This left the other girl and me alone by our table. But by no means alone in the bar. The crowd was thinning a bit, but it was still a pretty lively bar. «I'm sorry. I had no intentions of ruining your night as well as hers» I said to the other girl. «I didn't realise she would move that quick and that desicivly once I rejected her. Please let me buy you another beer in compensation» I said as I flagged down a waiter, showing two fingers for two beers. As soon as the waiter nodded and confirmed my order i looked back to the other girl. She was still smiling her crooked smile. «I have long since realised that hanging with Louise would mean me playing secong fiddle in the dating game. Then again, the crumbs from her table tend to be of higher quality than the main courses served elsewhere. But I have to tell you, I don't think I have ever seen anyone turn her down quite like that. Pretty impressive, actually.»
«I don't know how impressive it was. It was more like nessecary reaction to avoid further misunderstanding. I should probably have stopped her earlier. But she did have a way of wrapping us all into her own bubble of reality that made it harder to realise what was going on than it should have been. Unfortunately this seems to have left you without an escort for the evening. And for that I apologize, please accept this beer as compensation.» The waiter had brought our beers with surprising speed and competence and recieved a nice tip as I paid her.
«Actually, I think I prefer seeing the total consternation on her face. It will probabaly linger in my memories far longer than a night with Mr. Smartphone would ever aspire to.» She sipped her beer and the sparkle in her eyes told me she was already adjusting her hopes for the evening to the new situational development.
«You call him Mr. Smartphones as well, do you?» I raised my beer in a salute. Confirming my suspicion that the girl in front of me had much greater intelectual capacity and situational awareness than the pretty girl. We sat in silence a while. Not an uncomfortable silence. Both giving the other person an oppertunity to adjust to the new situation, to leave and try to charm somebody else, to attract the attention of anybody, or more simply to position themselfs to leave alone if any of us wanted to. «Peter probably can't believe his luck. It was pretty obvious from the start that he really wanted to be with Louise, but once she decided to flirt with you, he made a few efforts to distract her. Once that failed him, he dove into his smartphone, probably trying to save grace and brag to his online buddies. And now he just left with her. All his hopes for the evening about to be realised.» Her wry smile had never left her face. I was a pretty good smile. Natural, relaxed and surprisingly confident. It made her look good. Not because of any sort of calssic beauty or cheap prettiness. What made it work was that it communicated intelligence and a mental presence I find is more rare than mere beauty.
«I'm terribly sorry, but I'm not sure I was told your name as you sat down. If I was told, then I am even more sorry I allowed Louises beauty to distract me enought for me to have forgotten it. My name is Fred, by the way.» By starting the conversation again she had shown that she wanted to stay at least for now. So I reached across the table to formally introduce myself. It may not have been strictly nessecary, but I felt it might make up for the akward lack of previous attention on my part.
She accepted my hand with good grace. «I'm Samantha, and I don't think we were ever introduced, so I won't hold it against you that you didn't know my name. Besides you just got me another beer, I would not be eager to take offence from The Guy Who Brings Beer.» I could hear the capital letters. «You do realise that you have just turned down what I believe would be a pretty vigorous sex session with one of the prettiest girls around, right? She was ready to go with you, and from what I have heard she's pretty enthusiastic in bed.» She tried to keep the tone light and match it to that wry smile of hers. But there were a few deeper emotions or questions hidden inside the words, beneath the tone.
«Oh, I have no doubts that it would have been fun and probably vigourusly exhausing if I had followed her lead. But there are other pleasures to be had than the mere carnal ones. In this sea of platitudes and one-liners taken as deep philosophical insights your obvious mental acuteness is a comforting lighthouse keeping my belief in humanity going strong.» Once again she didn't balk at my fancy words, she merely accepted them and kept going.
«Are you telling me that you would rather sit here, drinking beer with me than having the prettiest girl for miles around strenously fucking your brains out? Are you sure you're male, sir?» She was unable to keep her incredulousness out of her voice.»
«I can assure you that I am indeed a male. But I prefer to think of myself as a somewhat enlightened specimen of the species. I am in fact able to sleep soundly even without having imaginitive sex sessions every night. Besides I am not staying a the nearest hotel, I estimate a fifteen to twenty minutes walk to get there. And previous experience have taught me that if one wants to score, one prowls closer to where one can enjoy the prize without having to entice her through a twenty minutes walk before crowning ones achievement. Today I merely relished in the company of this young, diverse and clolourful crowd. It's a far cry from the boring corporate crowd I've had to hang out with the last couple of days.» Samathas shoulders sank somewhat as she heard me speak. If she had any thoughts or illusions that I would expect her to step up and make herself availible to me, now that I had rejected Louise they were now put to rest.
«Aren't you even curious about what it would be like? I mean, she is stunningly beautiful. And I do believe she would be eager.» For some reason she didn't want to let the subject of sex go. Never one to shy away from such a topic, I replied. «It's not that I'm not curious. It's more that I suspect she would be more interested in her own pleasure than that of her partner. Sex is suposed to be a joint venture. Beneficial to both partners. I strongly suspect she would be more eager to do whatever she enjoyed than being considerate and sharing the joy. I do believe she would be greedy when it came to her pleasure, and not so generous when it comes to her partners pleasure. And from the look on Peters face when he realised what was going on, I suspect he won't mind at all. Certainly not if she let him take a pic he can share with whatever online comunity hes a part of. They seemed to both want the same thing, and that was not what I want.»
«You might be right. Peter certainly didn't hesitate for long when she grabbed his hand. Let's hope they both get what they want from tonights efforts.» She said and raised her glass to me. «Let's hope we all get what we want out of the night.» I replied, touching my glass to hers before drinking.
Once again we had a period of silence. Once again a comfortable silence between two adults cherisihng the silence more than words for a while. The noise from the rest of the room was not diminished, but the crowd had thinned somewhat more. The proprietor of the bar had compensated by dimming the lights and raising the volume on the sound system. We sat there for the rest of our beers and when we both had emptied them, she asked me «What hotel do you stay at then? Since you wouldn't want to expose a conquest to the strenous walk all the way to it and you're obviously too cheap to spring for a taxi, even if you might have scored» She was being deliberately playfull. I couldn't imediately figure out her angle, but decided to go with it for now.
«I stay at the Crowne Plaza if you must know, quite a walk from here. One I think I may start soon, actually. There is work to be done in the morning after all, before the weekend can be used for some R&R. But I thank you for the company this evening. I only regret that it took me too long to burst through Louises reality bubble and engange you in meaningful conversation. If I could do this evening again, thats what I'd do as soon as you guys sat down.»
«Will you be staying for the weekend, or will you return to whatever life you left in order to hang out with the boring corporate crowd you complained about?» She was curious, enquiring. Theese are good signs in my book. «I'm on a plane departing from Heathrow late sunday night, so I've got some time. How long will your nerd fest last?» I hadn't yet called it a nerd fest before, but she knew what I meant and she knew she had it coming after some semi snide comments about my corporate affiliatons.
«I'll be here all weekend as well.» She smiled coyly. «Maybe we'll se each other again before we both leave this town.» I rose and started to prepare for my trek to my hotel when she suddenly decided to surprise me. «If I buy you another beer, will you stay a while longer?» When I looked at her something was going on behind her beautiful eyes. She was waiting for my answer. It seemes to me as if she had just decided on a course of action dependent on my response. If I said yes, she'd do this, if I said no, she'd do that. Even if I was a bit tired. I sat down again. «Sure, if you want to spend time with a boring corporate dude I sure as hell won't mind spending time with nice nerdy girl.»
She made her order and the beers arrived promtly. «Uhm, this is going to sound a bit weird. Please don't take this the wrong way or anything, OK?» I had no idea what was going on in her head right now, but she was fighting herself over what she was about to do or say. There weren't anything I could say to that so I merely sat quiet, waiting. «Uhm. Earlier you mentioned something that kind of hit me. Blindsided me a bit. You said sex is supposed to be a joint venture, beneficial to both parties. Trust a corporate guy to use such phrasing btw. And you mentioned Louises selfishness and probable greedyness as reason for why you didn't regret missing out on a vigorous sex session, right?» I merely nodded and she pressed on. «Uhm, what I guess I'm asking you is how would you set up a reciprocal session, where both partners got the equal amount of pleasure? How would you go about securing equality?»
«Well, there are many ways to do so. The easiest is to do what we are doing now, talking about it. I believe a lot of people get hurt by or disappointed with their partner because they don't comunicate their needs clearly enough for the other to understand and fullfill them. Another way is by observing and remembering previous behaviour and deducing likely preferences, but that is more risky and prone to mistakes. I prefer talking it over before any clothes come of. Some think that takes a bit of romance or mystery out of the eqation, but I think it adds trust and a level of comfort that would be nigh impossible to achieve without it.» I sipped my beer while she pondered this.
«But how, in practical terms would you go about it? Let's say you find a girl, you like her, she likes you and at some point you want to bed her. How do you go from point A to the bedroom? You'd need to be quite a smooth talker, I'd think.»
«You'd be surprised at how blunt one can be and still get results, actually. But let's use our absent, and probably vigorously active friend Louise as an example. She sat down and included me in more and more of her conversations. She touched me, at first gently, probingly. When I didn't stop her she took it further. If I hadn't stopped her when I did, she'd probably suggest we dance or something. That would allow us more body contact. Men are pretty easy to read with our protusions and all. But women can be a bit harder to understand. Let's say we had been dancing for a while, Louise had felt my semi rigid member pressed against her body, and had not flinched or stopped me. We might have kissed for a bit. And then I would probably ask her if she wanted more, somwhere private. Or I'd ask her if she wanted to go somewhere else. If she is willing to come with me, we're good, if she doesn't, we may dance a bit more and leave it at that. Once we are alone I actually prefer to ask straight up what she wants. The question often goes something like this: 'I'm having a great time with you tonight, and I sure as hell hope you do to. I just want this night to keep going, but I also want to make sure we're on the same page here. I don't want any misunderstandings. I think you may have noticed that I find you very attractive and I'm hoping find me attractive enough to consider a more intimate continuation of the evening.' That usually gets the message through.»
I took another sip from my beer as she considered what I had just said. Who'd have thought that talking could be such thirsty work? «But how does that ensure equality? How does that help you weed out the selfish and greedy ones? I'm not sure I get it.» She said slightly frustrated.
«It's not so much ensuring equality as it is removing obstacles to it. If I were to sweep her of her feet and carry her of, that would be me establishing control over her. Louise grabbed Peter and hauled him out, that was her establishing controll over him. My way let her decide if she wants to go along. I'm not commanding her or grabbing her, I'm letting her choose wether she want to continue in a more intimate way as an equal partner with just as much a vote on the where, when and how as me. If she wants to give up control and volunteers to subject to my authority or my dominance, that's not a problem, but she would need to choose that consciously, not by mere deafult.»
«How would such a conscious choice come about, then?» There were sparks in her eyes, her elbows were now firmly rooted on the table between us, she was leaning toward me. In part I think to avoid shouting in case of sudden silence from the pubs soundsystem, but also in part I think it was because she was interested, even eager to hear the answer.» Could it be that she wanted something, perhaps?
«Well, if we're talking about domination and volunteeringly giving up control over ones actions that's a different ball game. Then we would need some rules. A safe word for one thing. Also a clear sign that play time would now start, that she was prepared to abandon control. One would also need to discuss time frame, how long would theese special rules be in effect? What boundaries would still be live, and what exactely would be allowed in this special play session? All of theese things are nessecary before one can start a session of dominance and control. And afterwards one would have a debriefing of what had happened and how did that feel and how close were the submissive to using her safe word. And so on. Often such conversations would take place a short time before start of play. That lets everybody remembers the special rules and goals for the session.» She was taking in every word I said as if trying to quench a thirst. Gulping them down as fast as possible. There were no doubts in my mind that she had submissive fantasies, but I strongly suspected she had never told them to anyone, never discussed it with anyone.
«Don't you think it kind of weird? Giving up controll, I mean, being submissive?» She asked, leaning evene further forward between us. «Not really. There is sometimes a need to do things that one wouldn't do in 'normal' situations, that's what playing is for, after all. We try out different scenarios in a play acting setting rather than living them out in the obejctive reality. The ability to switch between the different frames of mind and settings is a sign of a healthy human. Even if the play rules are a bit strange to an outside observer the participants know them, play by them and enjoy themselfs by them. That dosen't seem all that weird to me. Rather it tells me the participants, the players, know what they want, what they like and as a result, they tend to become more comfortable and relaxed about themselfs and their preferences.» I emptied my beer and decided to forstall what I though was coming.
«But intriguing as this conversations has turned, I still think it is time for me to leave you now. There is work to be done in the morning after all. I thank you for the company and the conversation, and if we don't meet again before we both leave, I wish you the best of luck exploring your fantasies.» She was obviously disappointed that I would leave her. «But I though that maybe we could...» I cut her of. «No. Not tonight. I'm sorry. I wasn't looking to get laid tonight. I thought I made myself clear about that earlier.» I was trying to soften the blow, but she still seemed crushed by it. «Besides, this will give you time to think about your wishes and fantasies more carefully before throwing yourself at someones feet. Your needs are valuable, don't just throw them around to any stranger passing your way. If we were to have some play time today, that would be rushed. There hasn't been enough time to establish the level of trust I require before bedding someone in such a playfull manner as the end of our conversation hinted that you might be interested in.»
Dejectedly she drank up as well and we left the pub together, even if we were going to different hotels. Before our ways diverged she asked me a final question. «Just so I'm clear. The reason you turned me down was you and the short amount of time we have spent together, right? You are not really rejecting me, are you? You are merely postponing things, letting things shimmer.» Without waiting for any response, she turned and walked her way. She was more sort of thinking aloud than actually asking me questions. This weekend could definitely get interesting if we met again. And she knew the hotel I was staying at. So now it was up to her to seek me out if she wanted more.
The next day I did have some problems keeping the focus on the job at hand. Thoughts of Samantha kept intruding, kept teasing me. As soon as my work was done and the business meeting had dissolved i got back to my hotel and took a quick shower before tidying my room, just in case Samantha still wanted to seek me out. I sat down in the darker end of the lobby bar, wondering if she would show up or of the night had given her second thoughts.
I needn't have worried. Just as I took my first sip from my beer, she showed up obviously happy to see me. «Hi!» she said, sitting down. «So glad you're here! You know you left me hanging yesterday. The discussion wasn't anywhere near finished. But now we get to continuet it.» She waiwed and signaled she wanted a beer to the waiter. «Well, if one part doesn't want to continue the conversation, it's over. Regardless if the other part feel a bit unsatisfied.» I answerd her. «So I imagine you've had some interesting thoughts last night, or you probably wouldn't be here now, would you? So, feel free to share them.»
«I don't think I've ever had thoughts such as theese before. You wound me up, led me along and then you just left me hanging, pining even. I was soo frustrated when you left me last night. But this morning I think I sort of understood. You are right, it would have been rushed if we had gone any further last night. I still wanted it though. But it was nice to wake up this morning not feeling the akward combination of bewilderment, confusion, sense of displacement and uncertainty that inevitably comes with waking up next to a stranger. So there is that.» After this monologue she took another drink of her beer and than silence decended on us.
«Not to be too blunt about it, but I guess the question still remains unanswered between us, in danger of growing into an elephant. Do you still want it, or have you gotten wiser to my devious ways yet?» I was uncertain if my directness would be off putting for her, but then again that's how i roll when it comes to intimate playing with realtive strangers. Directness and honesty is always to be prefered to uncomunicated needs, desires and dislikes in my book.
«I want it. Yes. I do. Even more today than yesterday actually. But, as I said, you were right to postpone it yesterday. I'm not sure if I want to go for the more advanced verisons we discussed last night.» She was already almost finished her beer, and she had pretty much said she wanted me. This could be a good evening indeed. I took a deep drink from mine, finishing it. But I also put two fingers in the air for the waitress to see I wanted two more beers. A slightly confused look filled Samanthas face. She obviously had thought that my emtying my beer signified my readiness to take her to my room and fuck her.
«I see. I appreciate that. Thank you. I think we will have some fun togheter. But before we go away for play time, let's talk about the advanced versions availible to us. So we both know what is on the table and what isn't. Would that be fine with you?» The waiter brought the beers and I put it on my room.
«So the thing is, I've done some dominance and controll games before. But even I have my limits. Lines I won't overstep. One of theese lines is that I'm not into pain, either giving or recieving. Another is that I don't go in for humuliation, play time is supposed to be satisfying, not humuliating. A third line I won't cross is that if the safe word is ever used, playing stops immediately and permanently. This means that if I push you and your limits hard enough that you want to stop, we won't be playing again. At least not for a month or longer. Also there must be a clear act that signifies start time of advanced playing. A reversal of that act means playing by advanced rules stops.» She nodded at all of theese lines.
«If theese rules are acceptable to you, let's go over to what we could do during advanced play time. If you want to play we can explore things you wouldn't normally do, things you may be curious about but not nessecarily all that comfortable with. If you decide to hand over control, that means everything that happens after and untill advanced play is over will be my responsibility, not yours. This means you merely allow things to happen to you, or allow yourself to be in a position where you have little control over what happens to your body. This can be exciting for some, allowing them to explore the forbidden fantasies, the darker ones, the ones you wouldn't admit to your friends or maybe not even to yourself. After experiencing them in a regulated and controlled fashion you then get to decide if this is something you would want to repeat them on your own. So that's my side of the equation, what would be your side, if you decide you want to try out the advanced option?»
«Uhm. I don't know. There are a few things I've thought about, but I don't know. I've never talked about theese thing before. Not to friends, certainly not to strangers.» She was uncertain again. «Well consider this, if you tell me, I would know some deep secrets of yours. But if we were to actually play out an advanced session, I'd know them and you even more intimately. Telling me is the easy option. It is perfectly fine if you decide, after telling me, that you don't want to live out the advanced version or even the vanilla version. But if you don't tell me anything the advanced version is of the table. So it's all up to you.» I did my best to relax her, and it did seem to work.
«I don't know, really. There are a few things I've been curious about, I guess. Like anal and being restrained in some ways while being pleasured, ever since I saw a girl being fucked on a balcony a last year I guess I've been curious about exhibitionism as well, but I don't know. The opertunity to explore theese things never seem to have arisen before. Now that I may explore them I find my belly all a-fluttering with nervousness and curiosity and rampant desire.» She emptied her beer and continued. «Shall we begin our play by regular rules?» She stood up and obviously expected me to follow. In the elevator I told her what act I would take as her green light to 'go advanced' If she at any point presented me with her panties as a gift, that would mean she had decided she wanted to play the advanced option and let me take both control and responsibility for ever following action. And once I gave the panties back to her, advanced session would be at an end. The first word I said after recieving her panties would be her safe word. As the elevator reached my floor she nodded «We'll see about that, but it won't happen now.» She said as we left the elevator. «I know it won't, but now you know how to start and end such a session if you decide that's what you want to do. But for now, let's just have some mutual uncomplicated adult entertainment in this room I've got here.» Fishing out the keycard from my pocket as soon as I had spoken.
The moment I had locked the door behind us she grabbed my shoulder, turned me around and threw herself at me. We kissed. Thoroughly. For quite some time. With lots of tounge, and eventually roaming hands. Samantha was wearing a dress that suited her. It went down to about her knees, the textile had some squares and lines on it. The back was open from about the area where her bra was clasped at her back. The front piece ended in a horizontal line with two straps that went up to be tied around her neck. My roaming hands eventually figured out which strap to pull to loosen that knot. I imediately dropped my hand to her bra and struggled merely a short time before mangaing to open even that. As soon as she felt her bra open, she moved away from me ending the kiss. I didn't mind as this let her dress and bra fall down to the floor. She had some wondeful breasts. Of their own volition my hands reached out to feel them, and they flet every bit as good as they looked.
Samantha wasn't skinny like a model. A model agency would probably call her a plus model or maybe even a pluss pluss model. But that only tells you that modern model agencies are perverted. She looked healthy, fit and natural. Authentic. Real. She wasn't fat in any way, but she did have some intriguing forms and curves. And now I got to play with them, explore them. Nothing in the world could be more interesting to me than the soon to be naked lady in front of me. «Now let's see if you pack as much as you talk» She smiled as she kneeled down in fron of me reaching for my belt and the fly in my pants. I was happy to see that the smile lingered as she got my dick out and I stepped out of my pants and boxers. Now she was naked above her waist, while I was naked below mine I thought to myself. But as soon as her lips closed arond the tip of my dick my mind went curiously blank. Empty. All the blood was apparently needed elsewhere and no more thought was possible.
After a while she got up, rubbing her tits against me all the way and she grabbed her dress that had crumpled around her waist and pulled it down along with her panties. She then turned around, walked to the bed and started crawling seductively on it. When she had reached the middle she turned her head and said: «I need you to fuck me Mr. -Right here, right now. Get naked and get busy!» She laid down on her back, spreading her legs and inviting me with outstreched arms. No man has ever shed a shirt and some socks faster than I accomplised in that moment. Suddenly freed from temporary delusional paralysis. I was on her in a flash, and I was in her immediately after. She was so slick and so ready I bottomed out in her on the second thurst. My eyes traveled up from out joining genitalia and took in every part of her stomach and the bouncing of her breasts as I kept thrusting slowly. Finally I reached her face and found I could loose myself in the look of pure pleasure, need, gratitude and fulfillment that was displayed on it. She was absolutely breathtakingly beautiful, with an aura of lust and contentment and I can honestly say I have never, berfore nor since, felt that close to another human being. It was marvelous. The two of us were joined togheter as one. Whenever she took a breath it was like the oxygen passed through her and into me, and vice versa. Whenever she moved it was as if a part of my own body moved. We were conjoined. We were one. And it felt indescribably good to lose myself to her.
I have no idea how long it took before we came and I don't have a clue as to who came first. All I know is we both came, and that we collapsed in an exhausted but satisfied heap of sweaty bodies after. None of us spoke, and none of us moved for an inderterminate time. We merely rested forehead against forehead and if our eyes were open we looked deep into the eyes of the other. But at some point we both fell asleep. I know this because I woke up feeling her hand around my stiffening dick. «Ready to go again?» she whispered softly. To respond I let my hand wander between her legs and felt her wetness. «You seem to be, anyways» I smiled. She pushed me on my back and straddled me. «I want to feel you grow inside of me, can you enter me now, before you're fully hard?» As she spoke she grabbed my dick and led it to her pussy. Helping it inside of her. She ground her pelvis against mine and I could feel the blood evacuating my head for it was more needed elsewhere.
Samantha smiled satisfied as she felt me growing and getting harder inside her. She started grinding, gyrating, rising and then sinking down again on me. Slowly at first, but increasing her speed little by little. Soon she placed her hands on my chest to keep up the rythm and her balance. I gripped her hips and started counter thursting and pretty soon we were both getting close to climax again. To make sure she got off first, my right hand left her hip and started rubbing her clit as she bounced up and down on me. It wasn't easy to find it with all the movement and impending climaxes but I think the occasional hit helped her over the brink. The look on her face as she started convulsing was like beauty had been destilled and matured like fine whisky. Her visible emotions alone were enough to get me over the edge as well and I unloaded into her.
Once again we more or less collapsed to a heap of exhausted and sweaty bodies. But this time, in stead of falling asleep I needed to go to the toilet. Once I had finished Samantha also went. After the flushing I could hear the shower start up. It was only half past nine P.M. so we could go out and do some clubbing or something. Or we could just stay here tonight and enjoy each other. I had decided to ask her what she wanted, but when she got out from the bathroom the only thing she was wearing was a towel over her head drying her hair. She seemed perfectly at ease with her nudity as she threw herself onto the bed. «I don't really want to go out again tonight. Do you think we could order some roomservice and just stay here?» She asked me. «I'd love that, but only if you promise to not get dressed. I knew you were pretty when I met you yesterday, but naked I can see that you are stunningly beautiful, please don't hide that beauty from me. Ever again.
«Are there any good movies on?» She got up to the TV and found the remote. «Ooh, they have adult movies, wanna watch?» She looked back at me over her shoulder. «Feels like I'm already watching one, but if you want to, go ahead. I'm not sure I'll be able to satisfy you for a while anyhow. But while you're over there, can you find the number to room service and order us some food. Anything goes for me, so just order what you want.» «-Sure» she said. after turning the TV to one of the adult movies. Then she sat down on the chair next to the desk with the phone and started turning the pages of the Hotel folder to get to the menu. When she picked up the phone though I noticed that the entire phone operation was one handed. She only used her left hand. Samantha probably saw something on my face and she swung her chair arond as soon as she had punched the number. About a quarter rotation later I understood. Her right hand was between her legs She had muted the TV but she was busy masturbating while she made her order.
«Well that was pretty hot,»I said. It seems you liked that. Getting yourself of while talking to someone who has no idea. She blushed and looked down, but I noticed that she didn't stop fingering herself. «In fact, I think you are doing things you normally wouldn't dare to do. Beacuse the thought of maybe going more advanced later has blurred the lines a bit, am I right?» «-Maybe» she said. «I don't know. I mean I haven't actually done this in front of a partner before either, but somehow that wasn't scary with you. And I've never done it while on the phone either. I have had some conversations on the phone while I'm nude, but that was because I rushed out of the shower or bath to answer the phone. It felt delightfully naughty to go a step further, now, with you.»
On the TV the first sex scene was getting on. Samantha looked at it while fingering herself. There were two rather big breasted ladies in the shower together lathering each other with lots of soap and focusing on their women parts. She was really getting into it when I reminded her that room service would be along shortly. And since she had promised me not to get dressed she could choose between staying in here in the room or retreating to the bathroom until the service guy had come and gone again. «Of course, if you're feeling especially daring you just sit there and keep doing what you're doing now. You'll be making his day for sure.» I finished.
A frustrated moan escaped her. «But i'm just getting close!» She got up anyway. On her way to the bathroom there was a knock on the door and a faint calling of «Room service!» from the outside. Samantha squealed and jumped into the bathroom. But as I got up to throw a robe on I noticed she hadn't closed the door fully. I smiled to myself as I opened and invited the room service girl to roll our food inside. She was a pro. She didn't bat an eye at my robe. She didn't throw so much as a glance in the semi open bathroom door. She merely pushed her cart in, and started unloading our food from it. In my mind I had always envisoned the service guy to be a guy, porbably so had Samantha, judging by her surprised look when she 'accidentally' stepped out from the bathroom and saw that the service guy was actually a service girl. The girl spared her a glance, looked at me, winked and said «I think that was all. You have a good night now sir.» And then she rolled her table passed Samantha. I don't know if it was deliberate on her part or not, but when she was exiting the door she seemed to have gotten stuck for a little while. In fact for just long enough for another couple to pass the open door and look in to see a very naked Samantha reaching out to help the girl unstuck her cart from the doorway. On second thought, I think i saw another little wink in the eyes of the service girl as she finally got unstuck and closed the door.
«Oh my god!» Samantha said as soon as the door had shut. She rushed over to it and looked through the peeping hole to see if the couple were still there. They weren't but Samantha was still horny and excited and nervous and uncertain and probably a lot more at the same time. She had turned her back to the door and I could see all the emotions clear as day even if her hand covered her mouth. She could hardly believe what had just happened. She may have intended to give the service guy a short glimpse of her nude beauty before jumping back into the bathroom 'surprised' but when it was a girl, not a boy, she was stunned into paralysis. A paralysis that lasted untill she reached out to help the girl with her cart. And then she had seen the other couple passing our room in the hall and the paralysis had struck again until the door had shut. «I'm guessing that didn't turn out exactely as you had planned it?» I asked unable to hide my amusement at both the whole situation and Samanthas disbelieveing face. «Here, have some food, it's not the end of the world. Didn't you say you were curious about exhibitonism anyways? Let's eat, I'm hungry.»
Still shaking her head she found her food, sat down and started eating. After eating we sat down on the bed again, uing the pillows to support our backs while we watched the adult movies final scene. It was now a full blown orgy with four or five girls and at least half again as many guys fucking in every imaginable way, shape or form. It was basically a mess of sweaty and artificially loudly moaning bodies. My dick was getting hard again when my eyes had sorted out what bodyparts were moving where. Samantha noticed. She leaned down, opened my robe and took me in her mouth. To say that her tounge felt good as it started playing with my dick would be an understatement. It felt divine. Eventually though I told her I was about to come. She merely nodded and increased her efforts. From then on it didn't take long before i filled her mouth with my cum. She smiled at me, swirled my cum around in her open mouth and spat it out in one of the empty wine glasses we'd had with dinner.
Not to be out done by her ministrations I got up and got the complimentary strawberries and tiny pieces of cake the hotel had put in my room every day. There were six of them, two strawberries, one dipped in chocolate and the other embedded in some kind of pudding. Also there were two mousses and two chocolate variations. All of them sweet and sticky. «Now it's my turn. Lie down on your back, I'll just help myself to some of the sweetest things in this room, shall I?» I placed the mousses over her nipples, the the strawberries on her stomach just above and below her navel. Finally i placed the chocolates on her mound, one to each side of her small landing strip.
I started with a kiss on her mouth. Slow, but with some tounge. Then I moved down to her left nipple where I gaped over the first mousse. I mashed it with my tounge and licked around to make sure I got it all. Then back up to kiss her, sharing the mousse between us. Samantha smiled at my antics, but nevertheless seemed to breathe slightly deeper as I went to the second mousse on her right nipple. Once again I had to lick around quite a bit to get it all before sharing it with her.
After a lengthy kiss, i kissed my way down to the strwaberry with the pudding. I picked it up with my mouth and had her bite of a piece, the juices flowing down into her mouth. Then I repeated this with the second berry. But I noticed the chocolate had left a smudge, her bodyheat had probably melted it a bit. So I had to go back there to make sure I'd gotten all the chocolate before continuing down her body. She eagerly tasted the chocolate from my tounge when I offered it to her. I made sure this was a long kiss, before I went down to her crotch. The chocolates down there had also melted and were now running down between her closed legs. As soon as I spread them it ran down between her pussy and her thigh. But of course I made sure to smudge quite a bit as I took the first piece in my mouth. When I got up to kiss her this time, she grabbed my head, holding me tight as we shared the taste of melted chocolate together. The last bit had melted even more when I got to it. I made sure only take the piece itself, not the melted smudge this time. And we had another long kiss.
Samantha had long since understood what was about to happen when I went down on her again. I would have to take my time to make sure I got every last bit and smudge of the chocolate, no matter where it had ended up. When I broke up the kiss she sighed in anticipation. This time I moved between her legs rather than merely coming in from her side. She spread them wide for me, grabbing her knees to ease my access.
Her pussy looked really messy, but I knew it was nice and clean after her shower. The melted chocolate seemed to be everywhere, on one side it was still running down and had almost reached her asshole. Remembering that she had placed anal play in the advanced category I made sure to begin there, before it reached her asshole. I licked it up and also stuck my tounge with the chocolate into her pussy. I'd be messy but in a good way. Not all chocolates mix well with womens bodily fluids but this one did. The combinations of taste from the chocolate and Samanthas pussy were pretty good infact. So I got up to let her taste it for herself, making sure to rub my chest and stomach against her crotch so as to share the tasty mess between us. She didn't seem to mind the taste either so after a lenghty kiss I went back down on her kissing up whatever smudges of chocolate I could find both on my way down and at her holiest. I kept it up long after I was sure I had removed all the remains of that tasty chocolate. In fact I refused to let it up untill she had come and she actively pushed me away, and even then I fought hard enough to get back to her pussy to make har laugh exasperatedly. «Enough, enough. I can't take any more just now!» She cried out and grabbed my head with both hands, forced it to her face and another long kiss. This time all she tasted was herself. She didn't shy away.
We didn't fall asleep cuddling again. In fact after a while of cuddling she looked at the clock and said she should be getting back to her roommate before she got anxious. «But I would like to meet you again tomorrow. This was so much fun. You've already had me do things I'd have laughed out loud if you'd told me I would be eager for it yesterday. Can't wait to see what tomorrow might bring us.» This was one exciting girl. That much I knew.
The next morning after breakfast I saw her walking towards my hotel. She was wearing another dress similarly cut to the one she had worn yesterday, but now with a polka dot pattern rahter than the stripes and squares of yesterday. She wasn't alone, she had brought two friends, but they waited outside as she came in to the lobby where she saw me getting up to greet her. «Hi!» She smiled, clearly happy to see me, and to see that I was as happy as she was. «Do you need anything from your room? Or should I just introduce you to my friends outside?» I might have missed something because she seemed a bit disappointed when I said I was ready to go outside and would be delighted to meet her friends. Could she have wanted me to take her up to my room for a quickie, perhaps? I filied the thought away for later as she introduced me to Shaun and Liz. They were clearly a couple and obviously as nerdy as Samantha judging by their t-shirts. Both had some nerd references that passed me by.
We went in to the Excel center and Shaun and Liz sort of evaporated into the nerdy crowd. Making sure not to lose my nerd, I held her hand as we walked along. Merely watching the tableaus and the cosplayers and the sales booths. After a while we got something to eat and we made sure to get a table with a view to the rest of the crowd. There were plenty of things pleasurable for the eyes. We didn't really say much. Maybe just pointing out some good cosplayers or something that looked funny, ridiculous or just goofy enough that we could't pass it by without the other noticing it as well.
«You do seem to like the skimpy cosplayers, don't you?» Samantha said. «Or at least this part of you seem to like it» She added as she gave my semi-hard dick a careful fondle. «Guilty as charged. An old geezer like me will invariably like it when he sees pretty young things showing generous amounts of skin, such as that one, over there.» I nodded toward a tall blonde girl with some sort of half-robe seemingly help in place solely by a thin belt and magic. She had big breasts and a following of younger boys hoping at least one of them would 'accidentally' escape its skimpy textile jail. Samantha smiled mischeviously at me. «But I've found I like skimpiness better the closer I am to it. Would you dare to wear a thing like that in public? I can pretty much guarantee that it'd be an interesting experience for you» I continued, hoping to move the conversation to her and me rahter than about me and the cosplayers.
Samantha didn't say anything for a while. Apparently lost in thought. I put my arm around her and whispered softly in her ear. «It wouldn't need to be this public, we could probably come up with something or somewhere fun, but less in-your-face-public if you'd be interested. But I don't want to pressure you. You know what to do if that's what you want. I won't mention it again.» She caught her breath and held it for a while, leaning into me.
The moment lasted until the waiter cleared our table and I asked for the bill. Samantha excused herself to the bathroom while I payed. «Let's get out of here» She said as soon as she got back. We walked along the waterfront and could see the Emirates Air Line Cable Cars and I steered us towards them. Without saying anything I just payed the fare for us and we lined up for the passage across the Thames. There were a few others just about to enter a car as we got there. We could easily have fitted in as well, but I held her back as she was about to enter it. «We'll take the next one» I murmured in her ear. «Who know what could happen in a car all by ourself?» I pressed her back against me making sure she could feel my semi-erect cock on her lower back. We watched as the almost full car departed and entered the next one. I noticed she stretched a bit to see if anybody else would get on, but I had already checked and had found no-one behind us. At least not close enough to get into this car.
As the doors closed and the car started moving, I placed my hand on her shoulder and she turned toward me and we kissed. Not heavy with lots of tounge, but a good kiss on the lips that lasted just long enough to be a long kiss, but not so long that it became weird. As the cable car got higher and the view got better, I let my hand slip down and casually cupped her breast. She responded by silently placing her hand on my now pretty hard dick. Silently stoking me, as she looked behind us and saw that the next car was empty. «I guess we are all alone in here» She said. «Yes, but we're probably not unobserved» I nodded to the surveilance camera in the corner. «But don't let that stop you» I continued after she froze. «We might make a boring day a bit more interesting for the security guys»
When we passed a tower there were some bumps and some jolting and I made sure to tweak her nipple hard enough for a small whimper to escape her. She was leaning into me, allowing my right hand over her shoulder easy access to her breasts. Up until now I had only caressed her right breast from outside her dress, but now I moved my hand inside and towards her left. When I reached her nipple I suggested she look out to the left and try to make eye-contact with the passengers in the car going the other way. It would be pretty obvious what we were doing if they were to look beyond a mere glance in our diretion. When she moaned I surmised that she had succeded, so I pinched her hard enough that her entire upper body reacted. Then I let my hand move up to her chin, briefely holding is as if to choke her, but then merely guiding her lips to mine. This time we kissed deeply. My hand drifted southward again, this time making sure to slip her shoulder strap off to the side and cupping her left breast while the dress and bra fell far enough down that if I removed my hand, she'd be exposed.
The other car had passed us by this time, and the next was empty. But the one beyond that had passengers in it. «If you want me to expose you, simply do nothing, do anything, and I'll just keep doing this.» Gently rolling her nipple between my fingers. She didn't do anything, so just when the car with passengers going the other way was passing us, I removed my hand from her tit and bumped her up from her leaning positure. Only one passenger in the other car saw her, but his smile was a sight to behold. He clearly enjoyed seeing what we did and gave us both a small nod in thanks. «Oh my god!. I can't really believe you did that to me!» She exclaimed as soon as the other car had passed us. «You could have stopped it if you wanted to, so I think it would be more accurate to say I can't believe WE did that.» I responded calmly. She sat up and lifted the shoulderstraps back into its proper place.
«Maybe. I've just never done anything like it before.» She said. Before we sat in silence as another few cars passed us. «We're about half way across now, I think. Do you want to try something else?» I casually asked her. She was now sitting upright next to me, no longer leaning onto me. She hesitated before whispering so low I almost didn't catch it. «What did you have in mind?» She could barely get the words out of her. «I'm guessing you're pretty wet down there by now, if you spread you legs a bit, I'll bet I can make you come before the crossing is done and we need to depart. She didn't say anything, but after a few heartbeats she spread her legs. «Strech your arms to each side, placing them on the backrest. Close you eyes and imagine what the security guys and the other passengers will see.» She did it, and I placed my hand on the inside of her right thigh, moving it towards the centre of her being. I was right, she was wet. Wetter than I had expected. And also without panties. She had gone commando the entire day. Gently stroking and massaging her she moaned and sighed. «Ah, yes! Make me come, give it to me.» I found her clit and rubbed it. I found her hole and penetrated it. First with one finger, then two and then three, using the palm of my hand against her clit. Her moans became louder. The muscles in her stomach contracted and she almost yelled at me to make her come. We were now about two thirds of the way across, so I slowed down a bit. I didn't want her to come just yet.
«Keep you eyes closed, lean your head back against the glass. The next cable car we will meet seems to contain several young guys. They are already looking at us, nudging each other. They must have figured out what we're doing.» «-Oh God! Make me cum. Please!» She could barely speak. Her body was so wound up, so close to the edge, she didn't really care about anything besides her incomming orgasm. I slowed down even more, making sure not to touch her clit at all. «Please, please, please, please let me cum. Oh God. I need it! Please.» She was almost crying. We were now starting our decent on the south side, but we still had a litte time before we needed to be finished. «If you want to come, you need to take of you dress» I said. It took a little while for the words to register and then a little longer for her to reach her desicion. But suddenly she lifted her ass up, grapped her dress and pulled it over her head in a single motion, throwing it to the other side of the car. Her bra followed imediately after. Then she sat down and leaned back.
My fingers had slipped out of her as she threw her dress of, but as soon as she sat down again, she lifted her leg legs and with her eyes still closed, practically yelled at me to give it to her. I got on my knees before her, inserting three fingers in her pussy and started sucking at her clit. I sucked hard as I fucked her with my fingers. It didn't take long before a deep, guttural roar escaped her. Her hands left her knees and she pulled my head and mouth to her clit as every muscle in her body contracted all at once. She held me there, and I kept sucking and finger fucking her as she rode an epic orgasm to its end. When it was fianlly done, she let my head go and I got up, picked up her dress. «We're almost there» I positioned myself between the other cars and her so that she could get a semblance of privacy getting dressed. But she was still shaking with aftershocks and she fumbeled a bit getting it on. By the time we got to the station she was almost decent except her dress wasn't more than half-way zipped up and her bra was still under a seat. I quietly took her hand and led her out and down the stairs.
We walked in silence toward the O2 arena. When we got there, we sat down on a bench outside. No words had been spoken since I told her to remove her dress. Quietly she said: «That was the best orgasm I've ever had, I think. I had no idea they could be that powerful. The entire world went away, like completely away. I didn't care about anything but my orgasm. Nothing at all. My entire being was being consumed with the need to come. At first I got off of the exposure, but in the end it didn't really matter, all that mattered was getting off. When you told me to take of my dress, I didn't really hesitate, it was just that it took me a while to focus on words and their meaning, rather than my desires. And as soon as I understood it my body had already acted for me. And there I was naked and begging for it! Oh, God. I don't think I've ever begged for it before. Certainly not like that!» She leaned towards me smiling. Then she started laughing heartily. «It was so good I even forgot my bra!»
After a while we got up and strolled slowly around the neighbourhood. We were in no rush. Eventually we found a park and we sat down and enjoyed the sun and the people walking around us. And also the knowledge that we had just shared an amazing experience together. Something we would both remember for a long, long time. A secret almost too good to be true. I've rarely felt closer to anybody than I felt to her at that time. There weren't any distance between us anymore, neither physically or pshychological. Not only had we fucked last night, and that was a nice experience, but it didn't come anywhere near the intensity of taking her so far beyond what she had done before, expanding her horizon way more than she had imagined it could be expanded.
After a while she said «I think I need to give you something, a small token of what this was to me. I've never felt this good before. I'm still flying high on my post orgasmic rush. I don't think I could stop smiling, even if I wanted to. Here, take this. I took it of before leaving the cafe at ExCel. I was prepared to give you control, but then you just led me through this ... this amazing thing, and I didn't really need to give up control at all. But now I want to. You've deserved it. Do with me as you please. I'm yours.» About half way through her little speach her gave me a litte g string.
«Pineapple. That will be your safety word.» I said solemny. «Honestly I'm not sure if I can top our recent experience, but know that I thank you for you trust in me. I won't abuse it.»
to be continued, maybe?
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