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The Encounter (MF)
by Susie CCRN (susieccrn@aol.com)
(c) 1996

*

We are at a hotel in New York City. Both of us travelers of one sort or
another. You are here on business, traveling alone, on yet another journey.
Another plane, another taxi, another hotel room. At least the service and
surroundings are good here. I am visiting relatives, here in New York to
attend a wedding of my cousin's. I decided to see the sights first, so I
arrived a few days early, alone.

We both enter the hotel restaurant at the same time, and notice each other
briefly. Your shoulder brushes mine lightly as you pass by with the maitre
d', as he shows you to your table. Something mildly electric passes through
me with that insignificant touch of jacket to skin, which is indeed noticed
by me, and hopefully by you.

You are finely dressed in a business suit, European cut. Dark in color, it
is, with a crisp white shirt. Conservatively as you are dressed, you wear a
somewhat bold tie; silk, for sure, but in its boldness is a sign that while
you display a conservative demeanor, your tie leaves room to wonder about
the "total" you.

I, of course, am smashingly dressed for an evening out on the town. Raw
silk, a jewel color, perhaps an amethyst-like tone, wraps my body snugly,
yet flows softly too, over my breasts, and drapes my hips so that with each
step, you notice the smooth lines of the outline of my buttocks. A long
string of pearls swings casually too, from my neck, raising slightly over
the chest, moving in line with the swing of my hips, and a large purple
jewel bounces rhythmically as I too walk to my table. Knowing we both are
alone, we smile slightly as I pass, exchanging a brief glance of
acknowledgment.

As we order, and wait for our dinners, we occasionally continue to make eye
contact. And finally, you rise and walk over to me. "It is far too hard for
me to eat alone yet another night," you say. "If you are not expecting
anyone, would you care to join me? I promise the company will not be dull,
for either of us."

At first, I am a little taken aback, but realize that dinner with a
stranger, especially one so handsome as you, is not the worst thing that
could happen to a woman, and I accept your offer. The waiter, while at
first puzzled, sets our table for two. Candles glow, the music is soft, and
the dinner is excellent.

You are seated next to me, not across, and casually our legs occasionally
brush as we laugh and enjoy each other's company. After some particularly
funny conversation, you (on purpose?) drop your napkin onto the floor
beside me. As you reach down for it, you lean your hand lightly on my knee,
and I feel an odd but familiar sensation stirring at the top of my thighs.
You leave your hand there for just a moment, and I run my finger softly,
from the tip of your hands to the wrist. We both realize that something
very exciting is about to happen.

The check can not come soon enough, and when it does, you once again
casually lean over. This time, you put your hand around my neck, and pull
my head close to you, and whisper breathily, "Is there another place we can
continue this conversation?" I can feel the warm moist air of your breath
in my ear, goosebumps rising lightly on my arms, and have to hold back a
shiver, of delightful anticipation.

We walk for a bit, around the lobby of the hotel. There is a lighted
fountain near the entrance, so we toss pennies and wish. I suspect our
wishes are the same. On an impulse, I decide to test the waters, so to
speak, and as I turn from the fountain, I notice you watching my face, and
smiling. So, I kiss you, not really knowing how you will react, but taking
a chance that you will react....

Your lips are soft, moist. The kiss is warm, and light. The smell of your
cologne is mildly familiar, musky, masculine. That first kiss, though, is
not enough for either of us. You place your hands on my face, brush a few
stray hairs out of the way, and bring my face closer to yours, and kiss me
this time, softly, but firmly, with an insistence and yearning that both of
us feel. Your tongue lightly touches my lips (I love that) and flickers
before it enters my mouth, probingly wandering. My hands reach under your
jacket, and you feel my nails delicately scrape your back down the center
of your spine...

I can feel your erection, pressing me somewhat, through your pants, through
my dress, and you rub up against me, so I am fully aware of the effect I
have on you. Your hands slide down my back, and reach down, all the way to
my ass. To your surprise, you think, perhaps, there is an absence of
panties, and you detect the lines of a garter belt beneath the dress. You
are absolutely astounded, pleasantly surprised, and almost popping out of
your pants, at this point. (are you?)

We decide to go to your room, a penthouse suite, I think, overlooking the
skyline of New York City. Neither of us can contain our passion, now, and
the inevitable is about to happen, but we relish the moment. You bring me
out to the balcony. The air is warm, surprisingly clean-smelling. We begin
a long and luxurious night of lovemaking. You kiss my neck, below the ear,
and nibble your way down to my shoulders. I return your passion and slowly
loosen that jazzy tie, sliding it off, pulling you towards me with it
wrapped behind your neck. The tie slides off now, and I remove your jacket,
folding it over the balcony. As you kiss my neck, I unbutton your shirt,
one button at a time, and slide that, too, off your shoulders, and let it
drop. You can feel my nipples now, erect, rubbing your chest, and you run
your hands up to my chest, and swirl the nipples around in your fingers. I
am lost in the ecstasy of your kisses, your touch, your hands, your mouth.

You unzip my dress, practically without my knowing it, slowly and
discreetly, and let it drop to the floor. You run your hands over my
shoulders, down my arms, down my legs, and drop to your knees in front of
me. Your head is near my pussy, no underwear here for sure, you were right.
You lean me up against the balcony I can feel the cool tile on my back. You
part my legs a little, and pull me closer to you. I smell delicious, sweet
and clean (your words here), and you can not resist a taste. You slide your
tongue inwards, swirling it around the sensitive areas. A soft moan parts
from my lips, and I know I am in for a pleasurable experience.

You tongue is exploring my pussy with abandon, and I lean back farther on
the balcony, the cold tile contrasting with the heat of this moment. Your
lips above meeting mine below, warmed juices flowing everywhere, the heady
aroma of sex exuding its scent all around you. I wrap my legs around your
head, you can hear only muted moans as you concentrate on this pleasure
task. My legs writhe with wild desire as your cock strains against your
fly, begging for release.

Sounds on the balcony below make us both realize that we need to progress
to more private quarters. You lead me to your bed, an ample king sized one,
laden with plush pillows of various colors and textures. You open a bottle
of champagne, but before you can pour it, I take the bottle from you, and
say, "Just lay down here next to me and relax a minute." I lay you down
across the bed, sideways. Your feet are on the floor. I place the softest
pillow beneath your head, and massage your temples for a few moments. I
whisper to you to close your eyes, and I kiss each one softly closed. (You
are so kissable!) I am standing over your head, and I bend over again and
kiss your forehead, dangling my breasts around your head... you reach up to
touch me, and I firmly plant your arms back down. I want your complete
attention to focus on THE FEELING... no distractions. I kiss your cheeks,
your ears, your lips. Long, slow passionate kisses again.

I turn around to the other side of the bed, and am at your feet now. Once
again I lean over you, head to head this time, and run my lips over your
chest. I lightly drizzle some champagne onto your bare chest. The coolness
startles you at first, but then you feel my tongue licking the drips off
your chest, off your nipples, which too have become hardened from the
coolness of the champagne. I run my hands down the sides of you, from
armpit to beltline, as I nibble my way down to your belt. The bulge in your
pants is without question a nagging ache, wanting more, needing more.

I remind you to close your eyes and Just Feel. Your belt is loosened by me
and slid off with the skillful fingers of a master craftswoman. I dangle
the belt over your body, so you only feel the slight brush of the leather
on your skin. I open you fly just a bit, and slide my hand down your pants,
just brushing the tip of your penis. You are almost begging for more...
Then, I slip my hand onto the waistband of the pants and remove the final
encumbrances to my pleasure. There you are, in the full glory of yourself,
raised and bold, and waiting for more.

By this time I am practically dripping like a faucet, I have never felt
quite so aroused, here with you, tuned in to your pleasure and mine.
Slowly, I run my tongue around just the tip of the head of your cock,
glazing my tongue around and around you, sliding my tongue down the shaft
and back up again. You are breathless with anticipation. I drip a few more
drops of the bubbly onto your penis. The fizzing sensation sends you
higher, even more so when I lick off the champagne, wherever it lands. I
nibble on your groin area, then back. I am on my knees now, between your
legs,, and I slide your legs apart so I can reach your balls. While I lick
your balls, my hands slide around your penis, alternating lighter pressure
with firm strokes. Pre cum oozes from the tip, dribbling down, and I lick
that off too. I take each of your balls, one at a time in my mouth, and
gently suck them, swirling them around in my mouth as I tickle your cock
further. All the while, you can only utter moans of encouragement.

I wrap my mouth completely around your prick, just a little pressure at
first, so you can barely feel the touch of my lips on you. I glide up and
down softly, occasionally surprising you with a strong thrust of a sucking
sensation. You are almost wild now... you reach your hips up to my mouth
instinctively, uncontrollably, and we begin to rhythmically meet, mouth to
dick, harder, faster. I grab your hips and pull you closer to me. You can
feel the back of my throat as you push harder and deeper. Your muscles are
tensing, I can feel the urgency in my hands. The skin of your balls
tightens up, I know you are near....

I grab your hips, pulling you closer to me. You can feel the back of my
throat as you push harder and deeper. Your muscles are tensing; I can feel
them and the urgency of your needs. The skin of your balls tighten up, I
know you are nearer....

Tiny beads of perspiration erupt on your forehead. You can barely hold back
any longer; the aching, pining sensation in your groin wants nothing more
than release, sweet release from its prison of passion. "Not yet," I
whisper, softly, from below, between your muscular legs. "I am not done
with you yet!"

I crawl up your body, over on top of you, and again kiss you dearly,
deeply, fervently. I roll you over onto your belly, and calm that angry
desire back with a long sensuous massage. Warm oil pours from a container
by the bed, dribbling onto the base of your spine. Your skin glistens in
the subdued light of the glowing candles on the bedstand. I work my fingers
deeply into your muscles, beginning from the back of your neck, kneading my
way down each side of your vertebrae. Then I press my thumbs in a circular
motion at the very top section of your buttocks. I use the bases of my
palms and press there, massaging deeply. With each stroke of pressure, your
cock slides into the sheet on the mattress, keeping you erect. I straddle
your legs, and you can feel the moisture coming from between my legs,
christening your body with my juices.

Slowly again, I bite and nibble my way down the whole of your body. As I
bite your neck I stroke your arms from wrists to shoulders, electrifying
every pore as they are touched. Firmer nips and bites raise hairs on your
arms, your penis swells again. I work my tongue down your back, alternating
light licks with tiny little nibbles. Down I go to the very base of your
spine, the place from which all those sensual, sensational nerves emanate.
It is here that I spend a good long moment, licking and sucking gently. You
are powerless, can do nothing but feel. Each stroke of my tongue, every
kiss from my lips, calls you closer to a climax.

You suddenly reach your arm behind you and pull me around to my back and
roll over on top of me. You notice my eyes are half closed, and warmly
looking into yours. We embrace again, more heatedly this time, and exchange
deep long and torrid kisses. You play with my lips, and I can think of
nothing other than you playing with my lips below. (You have a skillful
mouth.) As we kiss, you trail your hand slowly down my body, to the point
where you find a warm moist place to explore. Your hands deftly locate the
place of my primal pleasure, and the amount of wetness tells you I am at
your mercy. You find my breasts with your mouth and make them rise to twin
peaks, as you massage my pussy, probing deeper with your fingers, causing
me to heave upwards with an aching desire for you.

Your mouth trails lower down my body. I am dying with anticipation. I have
sampled the skill of your lips on mine, and I know powerful things are
going to happen. You part my legs on the bed, and place yourself between
them. Your hands tickle my thighs as again you tempt my body with luxurious
long licks, building up the speed and the force of your tongue massage. I
am practically uncontrollable; each touch of your tongue crescendoes me to
fiercer longing for culmination. You sense this, and continue to bring me
to even greater levels of passionate insanity. Your tongue enters me, and
you can feel my muscles tighten around it, needing more, wanting more. My
legs wrap around your head, you are smothered by my need for your love. You
taunt and tease me with your mouth, savoring every drop of me; I am on the
brink of ecstasy. Uncontrollably, I release a long low moan, and begin to
feel explosive pulsations as your mouth continues to titillate me. You can
feel the throbbing. With each touch of your tongue, the muscles of my pussy
spasmodically shiver, and you continue on till I can cum no more at this
point in time. (I am getting wet myself here... is this considered a form
of autoeroticism?)

Believing as I do in "share and share alike," I discover, no surprise to
me, that you are still quite erect, and handsomely so, may I add... I bring
you up to your knees on the bed, and grace your body with sumptuous
tongue-licking, curling myself down to your penis. You watch as I bring my
mouth down around your manhood. You are hard as rock, each thrust of my
mouth around you catches you as an erotic surprise, expected but so
unexpectedly pleasurable; you never want it to end. As I had planned, you
can do nothing but feel: pleasurable sensations, aching longing, yearning,
oblivious to anything but an incredible lusting for climax. I roll you over
onto your back, my feet at your head, and make love to you with my mouth.
My lips, full and soft, caress your cock; you can feel my tongue as it
slides up and down the shaft. My hands pull you closer, grabbing your hips
and pulling you to me, I am eager for the liquid of your love, want to take
it with me... I swirl my thumbs around your balls as I continue to suck
you, full suction, like a tight pussy, hungry for all of you. You can hold
back no longer, your back arches. Like a bursting balloon, the force of
your orgasm explodes, shooting volumes of come into me, mechanically
pulsating, with each pulse still more creamy semen, washing us both in a
bath of slippery sperm, warm, no, actually, hot and wet. Your muscles
collapse in release, and I continue to bathe your prick with my tongue,
quietly, kind of like a nice little kitty at a warm plate of milk... and
stroke you gently, till you totally relax, till all your muscles go
flaccid, satisfied, I think.

Exhausted from the mutual satisfaction we have both shared, we can do only
but whisper, soft murmurings, light kisses, and gentle strokes. The candles
have melted down, and sputter in their own hot wax. Faint voices from the
rooms nearby are heard, and here are you and I, two strangers who met one
night, dined, and loved, and loved again.