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?Hey. How?re you doing?? The question was a familiar prelude to our many telephone conversations. ?Great now,? I smiled into the phone. It was a luxury being able to talk on the phone in the evenings, but he was on a business trip and my husband was at one of his eternal meetings, so we had a bit more freedom than usual. ?It?s so nice to hear your voice.? We never wondered why we bothered through all the restrictions of having an affair. The answer was there in our connection, in the pleasure we did have when we could speak, in the flutters in our stomachs when we could hear one another?s voices, and in the most exciting cyber-sex possible. It wasn?t all about sex either. We were real friends and would be as likely to end up discussing philosophy or sociology as having cyber-sex. Both of us felt a deep sense of loss that we lived on different continents and had never met, but our connection was intense and continued to grow despite that. ?I?m missing you,? he continued. The husky intensity in his voice immediately had me weak at the knees as my body typically responded instantaneously, trained to his every nuance. ?I miss you too,? I whispered back, despite there being no-one around to hear me. ?But I?m standing in a beautiful hotel room in Hong Kong without you,? he complained. He had begged me to find a way to join him, but I was nervous of taking such a definitive last step. I loved him, but to fly half way around the world to share a room with him when we hadn?t ever met in person before didn?t seem clever. Besides that, it would be an incredibly difficult trip to explain to my husband. ?I?m on the top of the world with an entire glass window overlooking the city. You could be standing pressed against that glass window, nude, and I could be inside you, my hands cupping your breasts from behind??. He segued easily into an image-laden sex chat, which made me love him more. This had been important to him, but he had accepted my decision and was trying hard not to belabour his disappointment. As he carried on, I listened intently, but a little rebellious part of me was ticking, thinking and planning. ?Sweetheart,? I interrupted a little later, terrified by the shiver travelling up and down my spine, or rather by what it implied. ?I?m sorry, I have to go.? Decision made, no time to be lost, I cut the connection and set to work. A day later and there I was, in the lobby waiting for him. I had called him on his cell to find out what his plans were, never giving away that I was actually in Hong Kong, in his hotel and waiting for him. Doubts crowded in. What if he didn?t recognise me? We escort izmit (https://stpribor.com/) had exchanged photos, had video chats, but this was real life. Another terrible thought occurred to me. What if he?d hooked up with someone else and came walking in with her. Then I?d have travelled all this way for nothing. Maybe I should have told him I was coming? My internal debate was still raging when he walked in. I had positioned myself very discreetly, so he didn?t see me at first. He entered with a group, and although there were women with him, it was immediately clear that they were a team of professionals together, so I was at least relieved of that concern. As the rest of the group turned towards the restaurant, he separated from them and went to reception. I had pre-planned that by texting him to tell him I?d had something delivered to the hotel for him. Exactly as I had hoped, he asked for it as he came in, and seemed surprised when he was only given a message. I knew the contents: ?Look behind you.? He turned slowly; wonder dawning on his face before he?d even found me, which he did almost immediately. ?Brenda,? he breathed, and held his arms out to me. I rushed into them, no thought of never having met before, only knowing that in his arms were where I wanted to be. He held me close, kissing the top of my head, my jaw, wherever he could reach. ?I can?t believe it. I can?t believe it. You came. ?And, quite a while later: ?Have you booked in yet?? ?They wouldn?t let me because you hadn?t arranged, so I waited here for you.? ?Then let?s go and sort it all out quickly.? In a wonderfully short space of time I?d checked in with him, he?d texted the other delegates to cancel his plans with them and we were, eventually, up in our room. ?Our room? ? it was a dream come true, something we had fantasised about forever. As he had described, the view was spectacular and so, thankfully was the atmosphere between us. It was charged with excitement, anticipation and a strange sense of relief that we had eventually reached this point. We couldn?t stop our hands fluttering and testing textures, something we had been longing to do. My hands traced the hair on his arm, the muscles underneath, the beard on his face. His were similarly busy, touching the skin on my knuckles, at my neck, under my ear. It was all simultaneously familiar and completely new. I kept on inhaling, breathing his scent in to keep in my heart forever. This was bittersweet ? a moment stolen in time, and we knew to appreciate and use every second of our time together. We understood one another, knew what zones were erogenous, what izmit escort (https://stpribor.com/escort/izmit-escort) touches were preferred, what fantasies were aphrodisiacal keys and our knowledge freed us. We didn?t need to walk the tight-rope of discovery because we already knew one another intimately, both the dark parts and the light. At ease, we talked, touched and kissed lightly, both being careful not to rush. We had a mutual choreography that went unvoiced: our first time would be his fantasy, my pleasure. Darkness descended slowly and we watched it with a glass of wine and a platter of eats we?d ordered in, cuddled together on the couch. We were touching more intimately now, matching our pace to the descending darkness. I took a sip of wine and reached up into a kiss him to share it with him. As he leaned into the kiss to accept it, his hand slipped tighter around me, creeping under my arm, slipping into the loose armhole of my dress and under my bra. Slowly stroking the soft skin on my breast, he slipped a finger over my nipple, teasing to into an even tighter bud. Another finger followed, and then he was pinching and twisting it, driving our kiss much deeper at the same time. We had been waiting too long, and this lit a conflagration. All pretence at a slow pace evaporated and we were suddenly clawing at each other, biting, pushing, teeth on teeth. Our hands were roaming feverishly, touching anywhere and everywhere. ?Wait!? I managed to pant, pushing him away. I had planned this so carefully as a special experience for him and I didn?t want to compromise for quick satisfaction. This was our first time after years of flirting, so whatever happened it would be special, but I wanted more than that, I wanted to fulfil one of his special fantasies. Standing up, I moved away slightly, and then smiling flirtatiously, held a hand up to stop him from also standing and repeated more calmly: ?Wait. Please stay there.? He looked a little confused, but did as I asked. I walked over to the huge window and peered out at the picturesque scene, admiring the twinkling lights thrown into relief by the darkness of the night. Using the time to centre myself, I focussed internally on what exactly he had said, recalling the picture to mind of the fantasy he had so vividly sketched for me. I stretched my hands above my head, sliding them along the cool windowpane and spread my legs, sticking my butt out temptingly. I heard his breath catch, but he stayed where he was as instructed. Realisation was dawning. 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I worked my way down to the bottom of the bustier, until it was all undone, gaping apart with the edges clinging tantalisingly to my nipples, my breasts almost completely exposed. His eyes had long since drifted down from mine, but my gaze stayed totally focussed on his face, gauging his reactions. When I didn?t move the bustier aside, he lifted his gaze to mine again, his eyes burningly intense. His tongue darted, wetting his pink lips unconsciously, a clear sign that I was on the right track so I lifted my hands to my hair, exposing my nipples in the process. Feather-light, I traced my fingers over my neck and lower down, sketching patterns on my chest until I eventually reached my breasts to stroke and cup them. Reversing, I retraced the pattern, shrugging out of the bustier and raising my hands to my head again. Eyes closed, I gave myself to the moment, stretching sinuously, displaying myself for his pleasure. As my arms descended, I opened my heavy eyes and gave him the sauciest, most flirtatious look I could manage before turning towards the window. It just took a little shimmy and a couple of flicks of my fingers to drop the ropey thong, and I was naked. The view in front of me was spectacular. We were on the 23 rd floor, a block away from the sparkling bay where the nightlights dressed the rippling water in blue and orange bling. I stood, practically on top of the world, completely exposed for anyone to see who glanced our way thanks to the huge window I was facing. I felt like a siren, capturing the world with my body-song. I assumed the pose I had before, hands pressed against the glass, legs spread and my butt pressed out to him again, inviting him at last to touch me. I watched his reflection in the window as he walked over to me fully clothed, but still I flinched as he touched me even though I knew it was coming because every nerve-ending was already strained to the maximum. He ran his hands over my hair, and cascaded them lightly down my body like a champagne fountain, leaving the champagne bubbles trapped inside me as my excitement grew exponentially.