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(Note: I am not the author, only the archivist.

The author's name has come detached from this story.  If you are the
author, please contact me.  I like to see writers get credit for their
work.

This story deals with themes of explicit sex.  If you're too young to
be here, you're too young to read it.  Scram.)

This story came with odd formatting, but I think it fits the
secretive, almost claustrophobic atmosphere.  Different, but nice.




A Chance Encounter




      He first noticed her smiling at him as he boarded the aircraft.,
but he put the fleeting thought which crossed his mind down to vanity.
By the time they disembarked at Budapest he'd forgotten what she
looked like.  But in retrieving bags from the carousel, changing money
and finding out information about hotels, they'd ended up next to each
other; with their bags on the same trolley.  And later they'd ended up
sharing the same bus from Fehringheti to the tube and then traipsed
around the streets trying to follow the tiny print on the map with
unfamiliar symbols.  When the concierge said that there was only one
room, they looked at each other, shrugged, and took it.  Nothing said
either way.

       They ended up in a little cafe around the corner from the
hotel.  Cheese rolls and beer was all they could get at that time of
night, but they were not really hungry.  Minya talked a lot about
herself, her job in London, her travels around the world and her
husband in Australia.  Nick said little, sometimes he felt like a
nodding donkey, and added appropriate comments at lulls in the
conversation.  Her stories were interesting, and he was in a listening
mood rather than wanting to start a 'me too' conversation.  And she
had this fascinating accent; a combination of mid European and
Australian.

       They wandered off into the night together, strolling through a
park which led them to the Danube.   There was a feeling of closeness
between them which grew as they stood side by side gazing at the
river.  It was warm, far warmer than it would have been in London, and
both felt relaxed after the traumas of the last few days of arranging
a last minute break.  She was on her way to see her family in Serbia,
but because of the blockade had to go through a back door, and finish
her journey by bus the following day.  They talked about things that
meant a lot to them:  family, friends, careers and the struggle to
make a living at something each believed in, and of course, the
conflict in what remained of Yugoslavia.  She had been away from home
for years and knew little of what was really going on.  She knew some
of the hardships that her family had to endure; the pensions eroded by
inflation, the queues for petrol, her sister's fiancee wounded and
with only one leg after a mine blast. These were the human sides of a
conflict which the world had only heard about on the news in terms of
body counts, battle lines and numerous failed attempts at peace
making.  But underneath these stories there were a million personal
accounts of changing circumstances and expectations.  'People survive
and adapt. They have to'.

       That note seemed to bring an end to their conversation and they
started to wander back in the direction of the hotel.  They were
walking close, like lovers, grazing each other's arms as they walked.
They had known each other for less than two hours.  Neither of them
wanted to break the silence.  Expectation hung around them like a fine
mist, lingering in the air, but too ethereal for either of them to
want to give it a name, in case the spell broke.  Had they not been
sharing the same room it might have remained unsaid and ended with a
kiss in a doorway and a sleepless night for both of them.

       Neither remembers who broke the spell first.  Did Minya ask or
Nick offer?  It was back in the bare room under a neon light.  Nick
was sat on the bed, half clothed, Minya sat in front of him, also
partly disrobed.  His hands rested on her back, the offer (or request)
for a massage having been made.  It had been a long and tiring day in
buses, trains and planes.  He started to work from the top of her
back, at the junction of the shoulders and neck: the meeting point for
stress relating aches and pains.  He worked around there for a long
time until her breathing became deeper and more relaxed.  He then
raised one of her arms, took a hand, and rotated the arm to shift the
tension from her shoulders.  He turned to the other one and did the
same and repeated it several times until he felt the tension
evaporating.

       He still wasn't sure whether this was a deceptively slow
seduction technique and, if it was, who was in charge of it; him with
his fingers digging in her back, or her with her throaty moans and
arching back, which made the thought of watching her come uppermost in
his mind.  From her responses he was fairly sure that her body was
thinking the same.  Trying hard to concentrate on Minya's shoulders he
moved his hands down her spine, using his knuckles to massage the
vertebrae.  Her sighs became deeper as he moved lower towards the
bottom of her rib cage and each push of the knuckles was accompanied
by a jerk and a gasp.

       He rested the flats of this hands on her back, and she
subsided, resting her chin on the back of the chair.  She turned to
him smiled, thanked him and held his hand.  They sat on the bed,
talking, not really listening to each other's words but gazing at two
hands exploring each other, roaming over the backs of each other.
Passing over the back of the hands where the veins stood up, she
grasped the tip of one of his fingers and squeezed it, he ran a finger
into the cleft between the index and forefinger and lightly pressed on
the flap of skin that lay between them.

       'Come to bed with me'.  Whose words were they?  Were they even
uttered at all?  Was it just an unspoken desire that they both acted
upon?  They undressed themselves, too impatient to wait for each
other.  They commenced that most sacred ritual, the moment of
spiritual intensity when two strangers begin to explore each other's
bodies for the first time.  Kissing, running fingers through each
other's hair, exploring ears, neck and shoulders, they became lost to
every worry or concern.  Nick felt a gentle push on his shoulders and
began to edge his way down the bed, kissing his way down her lightly
tanned body, indicating his intentions by letting his fingers run
ahead of where his tongue was heading.  Her stomach was smooth and
flat, her pubes were soft, flattened where she had been wearing
panties.  Her crotch smelt warm and musky and he could sense the
dampness between her legs.

       Minya's sighs got deeper and turned into groans as he edged
towards her pubic regions.  He felt pleased.  Few of his lovers
realised how exciting it was for a man to hear the pleasure that he
was giving.  The intensity of sighs helped him to know if he was
hitting the right spots.  As he reached the bottom of her torso he
felt her body move.  Her feet pushed against the mattress and she
arched her back to hurry him along his way.  He shifted his back and
teased her, grazing her clitoris with his bottom teeth and sliding his
hands under her buttocks.  He moved down and lifted the sheet a bit to
see what was going on around him.  His cock was hard and he could feel
the slick, oily, patch that it had made on Minya's thigh.

       Her labia were dark, thick and fleshy.  They were parted
slightly in the middle and from here he could see into the core of her
being.  But it was the size of her labia that interested him, thick
enough to pull away from each other with thumb and forefinger.  He
opened her up and blew a jet of cold air from between his pursed lips
into her centre.  He heard a stifled cry.  He repeated this several
times and felt a tremor each time.  He flicked his tongue along the
length of her open gap and felt a jerk.  A hand descended on the back
of his head and a he felt a sharp push.  He moved his head up so his
tongue could focus on her clitoris and let two fingers slip into her
vagina.  He couldn't hear what was going on anymore: Minya's thighs
were clamped tight around his ears, but he could feel her body move in
synch with his ministrations.  When her orgasm hit, her legs spread
outwards and could hear the deep moans and sighs of his new found
lover.  Her nails raked his neck and head and she shrieked with joy
and subsided into silence and the mattress.

       'Do you think anyone heard?'  

       'I don't care, no one has done that to me for ages.  I haven't
had a man for months.  Anyway,'  she nodded to the wall, 'it'll give
them something nice to think about'.  She smiled.  'Have you any
condoms?'.  Then she frowned 'No, let me pay you back'.  She flipped
off the bed, sat on the bottom, guided his hips into the air and slid
her knees under his back.  Nick noticed how large her breasts were,
and how her nipples still stood out.  His dick was shining from the
pre-cum that had seeped from him earlier and as Minya's hand clasped
the base of it another drop oozed to the tip and clung to the top.
She repeated this several times until his helmet was wet, then pulled
back his foreskin with one hand and with the other ran a finger along
the underneath of the sensitive ridge.

       He felt his body start to spasm and she let go, put one hand
out to each breast and pushed around his cock, so all he could see was
the tip, sheltered by the warmth of her breasts.  She ran her tongue
across her lip and let her breasts move downwards, exposing the
foreskin again and bringing the tip of his cock level with her mouth
where her waiting tongue flicked the top of it.  She started moving in
a rhythm that made him feel like he was being fucked, except the
contrast of the warmth of her breasts, of the cold air on his exposed
foreskin and the wetness of the tongue, gave a him far more delicious
and subtle range of sensations.  His feet rested flat on the bed, his
arse rested on her thighs.  He let his hands rest above his head as if
to accentuate his submission to Minya's imagination.

       'I won't last long at this pace,' he murmured as he felt his
balls tense.  

       'That's the idea. Relax.  I want to see your face as you come'.
With every movement of her body he felt his spine tingle, till he had
to grasp the bedposts behind him to give him something to hold onto.
His nose dilated and jaw dropped as he felt the orgasm about to hit
him.  'Come for me,' she whispered and he felt his legs tense using
his feet to push his body into the air as Minya let her breasts go and
sunk her mouth over his cock to catch his orgasm in her mouth.

       They didn't sleep much that night.  Exhausted after their
lovemaking they tried to slumber, but the strangeness and heat of each
others bodies and of the sounds of the new city kept sleep a distant
prospect.  Around four Nick shook Minya's shoulder and suggested going
sightseeing, going over to Pest to see the sun rise.  They had to wake
the concierge on their way out before they stumbled into the warm
darkness of the Budapest night.  The streets were quiet but not
deserted,  It was that strange hour when the last of the all night
revellers crossed paths with the first early morning workers.  They
followed the tram tracks to the river, and then the embankment along
the river  The moon was full, reflecting off the quiet waters of the
Danube. The most impressive buildings were lit up and the sky was just
starting to tint with the light of the coming dawn.  Everything was so
still and quiet, as if they'd found a secret world of someone else's
creation, but theirs to play in for these precious few hours. The
perfect time for sightseeing. 

       And they talked and talked as they walked and held hands and
sometimes just stopped to look into each other's eyes.  They crossed
the river, climbed the hill to the old citadel and cathedral.  This is
the way to see the world thought Minya, when you can catch the spirit
of the place and remain blissfully unaware of the rest of the world.
They spent what seemed like an age touring the ramparts of the
citadel, playing hide and seek, admiring the incongruous and effective
marriage between old and new where the castle and new hotel had been
melded together using glass and steel girders.

       It was ages before they found anywhere that was open for
coffee, by then they were desperate for the kick start it would give
them.   The streets were already filling up with early morning
shoppers and the noises of the city opening.  It was going to be a hot
day.  An old woman stopped to talk to them at the sidewalk cafe.  She
tried Hungarian and German, neither of which they understood.  They
communicated in the monosyllabic way that people with no language in
common do, using sign language and smiles to cover the gaps.  They
found out that she was 83.  When she found out Minya was Serbian she
made noises like a gun and looks of disapproval.  Being so old she
must have seen other wars in her lifetime.  When she deduced that Nick
was British she starting a song that Nick didn't recognise, but with
English words.  He would have loved to have joined in and wondered
what memories from her past that this conjured up.  Minya smiled at
him  'What is this effect that you have on women?'  Nick, embarrassed
that he was being set up, said it was us not me that drew her over.

       Minya had a bus to catch and another long day's travelling to
get over the border and home.  They dearly would have liked to make
love again, but there wasn't time.  There was hesitancy as Minya
packed her bags.  Neither of them had mentioned keeping in contact or
swapping addresses.  The conflicting desires to see each other again
or to keep this night as a precious memory, a souvenir of how
wonderful life can sometimes be raged through Nicks head.  He wondered
if the same thoughts were running through Minya's head, whether she
had read Jong's 'Fear of Flying' and wanted to keep this as the
perfect zipless fuck or whether she might like a repeat encounter,
too.  Hell, he thought, if we don't swap addresses we have no choice.
He broached the subject and said he like to drop to by next time he
was in London.  Minya replied that that would be good and they swapped
addresses.  He helped her carry her bags to the tube, they kissed at
the top of the stairs and she disappeared.


       He thought about her a lot that summer.  There were other women
that he flirted with, or whom he thought, flirted with him.  But he
didn't want to try.  If anything happened he wanted it to happen
spontaneously.  But after five weeks in eastern Europe he was
beginning to comfort himself more frequently with the memories of that
hot summer night.  When he found himself back in Budapest at the end
of August, in the same hostel (though fortunately not the same room),
he knew that he must see Minya again when he got back to London.   He
called her from the hostel lobby, said he was getting back to London
in the middle of the night and asked if she wanted to see him.

       He arrived about one o clock, Without a lift from some fellow
passengers, he wouldn't even have got back to London at all, as the
last trains had left Gatwick long before he had cleared customs.

      They swapped stories about their summers.  She had been back in
London for a month now and the memories of being away already seemed
distant.  She'd already started a job and a college course, complained
that waitressing was doing her back in.  Was this a hint or what, Nick
offered another massage.   There was hesitation and a smile and more
hesitation.  There was tension in the air tonight which there hadn't
been when they had first coupled.  Minya said she was paranoid about
her friend finding out, and also felt unfaithful, wanting someone else
shortly before her husband was going to come back to their flat.

       But attraction proved stronger and soon they were undressed and
in bed together.  This time their lovemaking was furtive and
secretive, when Nick's tongue slide between her legs Minya pulled a
pillow over her face biting on it so as to not be heard from next
door.  When she came Nick felt every spasm down the spine, and guessed
that she had thought of him as often over the summer as he had of her.
She turned on him again with her mouth, "I don't feel so unfaithful if
I don't fuck you," she said and began teasing around his rigid cock
with her tongue and fingernails.  'I like this too much to care,' he
replied.  He couldn't remember how long her lovemaking went on for, it
seemed an age, but he was so hot for her that he doubted if it really
was.  When she felt his buttocks clench she started teasing around the
puckered lips of his anus with her small finger and he didn't know
which way to turn.

       It was the closest he had come to an out of body experience,
twice he imagined himself floating above the bed watching Minya
ministrate to him, and him wriggling and squirming on the bed.  When
he did come he remembered to bite his lip and keep quiet, but he felt
the energy flow through his spine and through the top of his head.
There were fireworks and lights and whirling vortices of energy and
his body was tingling all over.  She leaned over him smiling, did you
get there?  His vacant smile told her all she needed to know, but
perhaps she never knew how far he did go.

       Nick slept in long and late the next morning.  He was still
drinking coffee when Minya came back from her early shift.  She was
not pleased.  She'd had four hours sleep the night before and done six
hours waitressing and now had a three hour break before her evening
job.  Nick tried to placate her, making coffee, offering food, but the
irritation ran deeper than that.  'How long are you staying?' she
asked, and it was obvious that she expected an answer measured in
hours rather than days.  'I'm going to see a friend tonight when
you're working and I'll be away tomorrow ...if that's OK by you.'
'Yea, but you're sleeping on the floor tonight. Sorry, but I need my
sleep and I don't want Sabrina finding out that I'm cheating on my
husband.'  They spent a wretched afternoon together, Nick offered to
cook but Minya said she saw enough food all day.  She went out again
at six, muttering about needing her space and the flat needing
cleaning.  Nick went out shortly after at seven to catch up on
friends, also passing through the city.  He wished he'd made other
plans for somewhere to stay, sleeping on he floor would be no fun,
especially when the woman he wanted would be four foot away.

       When he got back there was a note from Minya on the table,
telling him to be quiet when he went to bed.  Her flat mate Sabrina
was drinking coffee, 'Have a row last night?'  'Not really, just got
in late last night, talked and kept Minya up past her bedtime.'  She
smiled at him, she smiled at him and he wondered how much she had
guessed.  They talked for a couple of hours, until well into the small
hours.  When Nick made his excuses to go to bed they kissed each other
on the cheeks.  It might just have been his vanity, but he swore that
she turned her mouth towards his on the second kiss.  He'd be leaving
tomorrow anyway.

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