Chance Encounters: The Collection

Chapter Three

Chapter ThreeOur moment of passion hasn't gone unnoticed, attracting quite a few stares. Ignoring his mates, who are just silently gawking at us, we stalk across the room towards the exit. Despite the substantial heels I'm wearing, he's still a good half foot taller than me.

The chill in the early spring air becomes more obvious as we rush across the street. His arm rests protectively around my shoulder and mine around his lower back. I feel like I'm on top of the world, like nothing could stop me from getting exactly what I want.

In the bright lights of the hotel lobby, I get a chance to admire our reflection in the polished elevator doors. The contrast between us is startling, it only turns me on more. The surrounding air feels warm but does nothing to subdue the goose bumps covering my entire body. I need him now, his touch, to make everything better. If only the lift doors would open...

After half an eternity, the bell chimes and doors jerk into action. We swiftly move into the lift and I'm aching to get my hands on him the moment we're alone and out of view. I press the button and wait. A quick look in his direction and sure enough, he's as focused on me, ready to continue our earlier affections.

The wicked smile on my lips vanishes when I see an elderly couple approach, rushing to make it into the lift before the doors shut. Especially the lady looks disapproving of us, dampening my spirit slightly. All I manage is to squeeze his hand on my shoulder and press against him closely to allow them to join us in the tiny space until we reach the third floor.

The pause between the ding and the doors opening lasts forever, I'm that impatient.

We escape and the grumpy couple is now out of sight. I turn towards him for more kisses while fumbling with the key card outside my room.

We barely make it inside before items of clothing start to come off.

I rush to unzip my boots, kicking them across the room, and unbutton my waistcoat. George has stepped behind me now, leaning down to kiss the back of my neck. After wriggling out of my waistcoat I throw it over the sofa against the wall and face him again

His eyes burn into me, lit up by what I can only assume is an intense hunger matching my own. He looks down at my cleavage, which is still more or less covered by my white blouse.

"Tell me I'm not dreaming," he says.

I start to unbutton from the top down.

"I should hope not."

He wraps his hands around my sides, digging his fingertips into my skin. Having fully opened my blouse, I move on to ridding him of his shirt, pushing it off his broad shoulders struggling to reach.

"Wow, you're tiny..."

His hands rest on my sides for a moment, then travel around to gently stroke my back. Indeed now that I'm no longer wearing heels he's towering over me even more.

"That may be so," I say, slipping two fingers into his belt and firmly pulling him against me, "but I'm not fragile, you can be rough."

But he isn't. Instead he lets his hands travel back down softly, cupping the fullest part of my butt. It doesn't take long for him to find the zipper of my skirt.

Feeling his soft belly pressed against me drives me wild and the promise contained within the harder, pointier bulge underneath makes my juices flow readily by now.

Our kisses have become wild and rushed, only interrupted by the odd moan and gasp for air. I let my fingers explore his skin underneath his t-shirt, running up his side, feeling every curve and ripple of flesh. I try my best not to claw at him, instead caressing the hair on his chest and stomach. He is all man and I can't wait to discover more of him.

As I start to lift his t-shirt upwards, he stops and holds my hands in place.

"Wait," he says.

"Why?"

He doesn't respond, making me wonder if I did something wrong. But these thoughts fade away with the overload of kisses he lavishes on me; behind my ear and trailing down my neck.

"Ohhh!" I shake and twitch and he continues to tickle me.

Overcome with desire, I dig my fingernails into his back. He doesn't seem to mind, if anything he pulls me towards him tighter.

I decide to let my hands roam once more, this time downwards. As soon as I slip my hand into his back pocket he suddenly pulls back. What have I done wrong?

The expression on his face doesn't give me any hint that he's uncomfortable, neither do his actions. He takes his time looking at me, slipping my blouse off my shoulders and stripping my skirt all the way down. I step out of it, thankful I went with bare legs today rather than unflattering pantyhose. He traces the outline of the black lacy thong with his fingertip.

"May I?" he asks, hooking his finger into the waistband, stretching it slightly.

"Please..." I say, watching him pulls down my knickers.

He takes a sharp breath while admiring the view.

Both hands on my hips, he falls to his knees in front of me. I'm taken by complete surprise. Rubbing my thighs with his hands, he kisses my lower abdomen softly, then around my hip bones, before settling himself down on the ground. His breath feels warm against my skin, softly teasing me.

A cry escapes my lips when I feel the first kiss. His fingers gently guiding my thighs apart, he moves in closer. Softly l*****g and teasing my clean-shaven skin, he makes me feel like a goddess. I tilt my hips to allow him better access and like a willing subject, he eagerly responds.

My hand grips tightly around his on my thigh. Our eyes meet and I just melt. Letting my other hand rest on his hair, I savor the moment. The flicking of his tongue against my c**t causes jolts of pleasure to travel through my lower abdomen. How he skillfully changes style and licks me deeply at regular intervals is utter perfection.

"Enough, or I won't be able to last..." I breathe.

Immediately, he straightens himself and gets up. I reach for his face, drawing his lips into mine. I can taste myself on him. My interruption is quickly forgotten and his hands are back on me, unhooking my b*a.

My hands meanwhile fumble with his belt buckle and then proceed to tug at his t-shirt again.

"Take this off for me," I say.

Barely able to look away from my now exposed breasts, he raises his eyebrows in response.

"I'm completely undressed and there you are, all covered up." I playfully put a hand on my c****d hip and grin at him.

"Unacceptable! Let me see you."

"Not much to see." He sounds reluctant.

"I'll be the judge of that." I take a step forward and slip my hand under his t-shirt, feeling his skin burn against my fingers. Soft, irresistible.

He closes his eyes and breathes in deeply under my touch. Focusing on his jeans again, I pull them down, revealing severely tented cotton boxers. While he steps out of them I quickly retrieve a c****m from my handbag, before dropping the latter on the floor.

Who would've thought this impressive man would be so shy? I'm not going to let it discourage me. Something inside me tells me I must please him in any way I can, that's what I'm meant to do. Surely he'll come around once I show him just how much he turns me on.

Taking him by the hand, I walk over to the bed. At the edge, I turn to face him and slip one hand into his boxers. He starts to shiver when I wrap my fingers around his solid length. My other hand starts to pull his shorts down, to be discarded on the floor along with the rest of our stuff.

"Lie down... against these," I whisper.

I point at the plush pillows, yet still keep a firm grip on his c**k. It's easy to get what you want when you've got someone's man parts in your hand.

His breathing has turned ragged and irregular, but he complies, eyeing me all the while. If he likes what he sees, I've no problem being on display. And I'm certain I'll get that t-shirt off him very shortly without any argument too.

I hand him the c****m and kneel down on the bed, straddling his thigh. He fumbles about with it, his hands shaking slightly. Oh the anticipation is killing me!

Despite the distraction of me rubbing my moist s*x against his leg, he somehow manages to put it on. Then I guide his hand down between my legs.

"You've made me so wet..." I spread, allowing his other thigh between mine too.

"Oh God!" he gasps as his fingers touch my lips.

I wasn't lying, they're nearly dripping. Moving up higher, I slowly tease him by rubbing myself against him. His balls and c**k become slick with my juices and the direct contact gives me shivers.

He won't refuse me any longer.

Leaning down, I nibble on his neck, painfully aware of my tense n*****s poking him in the chest. My hands find the skin on his sides once more, but rather than linger there, I start peeling his t-shirt up.

His hips jerk upwards, betraying what he really wants.

"Only if you take this off for me," I whisper in his ear while tugging at the fabric which I've now managed to get halfway up his stomach.

Flutters of excitement rush through me, watching him lean up and fulfill my demand. He does not disappoint, soft skin with just the right amount of hair trailing down from his chest. Flawless, except for the half dozen or so scars on his right side and a very detailed tattoo covering his shoulder and part of his chest. Fiery dragons amongst intricate patterns of smoke, it's breathtaking.

I lean forward with both hands against his chest, lifting myself over him until the tip of his manhood presses up against me. I'm throbbing with anticipation, but won't allow this first move to be over too quickly.

My lips find his for a deep kiss, while I ease down slowly but surely, my hips into his until he has filled me completely. The moment is perfect, I wish it would linger.

We moan in unison when our bodies are joined.

"You feel amazing..." I say, grinding my hips into him deeply to underline my point.

Every forward movement causes my tummy to press against his soft flesh and I love it.

His hands have a firm hold on my hips, guiding me into a faster rhythm. I run my fingers over his chest and kiss his neck and shoulders.

"Now I know I must be dreaming." His voice is strained, out of breath.

"I've never had a dream this good," I respond, equally breathless.

Bending down deeper, I let the tip of my tongue trail across his chest until I find his n****e. Sucking and l*****g it, watching him writhe beneath me.

I can't stop, wanting to push him further towards the inevitable. On knees and tiptoes I ride him harder and faster. His fingers dig into my flesh and his eyes shut. Ever since we first looked at each other, our l**t has built up, begging to be released like this.

Despite the impersonal, slippery c****m that separates us, I feel myself getting ready. A warm, gushing feeling is spreading through my insides, cheered on by the slight twitching of his c**k.

He grunts with every push and squeezes my thighs. It's as if I can feel the pleasure building inside him, coursing through every vein and rearing to be freed. Sitting up straight on him now, I push harder and faster. I need to see his face, to know I made this happen. Lifting one of his hands off my leg, I push it up against my breast.

"I'm yours. Feel me!" I scream.

His eyes flick open and brows crinkle together and his other hand finds its way further back, grabbing my a*s. He's ready and so am I, for the final push. I f**k him harder yet until he freezes and cries out something unintelligible. So very close myself, I enjoy the helpless look on his face and finish as well.

I collapse on top of him. Nothing left but a quivering mess, resting on his warm, inviting torso.

His arms wrap around me and there is nowhere I'd rather be.

I don't recall ever cuddling a stranger from a pub, but at this moment it feels right. The other unusual thing I'm noticing is that my desires have not been satisfied completely, despite the aftershocks of this intense o****m still coursing through me. But I'm too tired to move, at least for now.

"I don't know what I did to deserve this..." he sighs.