5 comments/ 10923 views/ 7 favorites Rendezvous with an Online Friend By: kholix22 Thanks to fuzzywuzzy, Incubus and Truenorth for helping with this story. I really appreciate all your help. I hope I do justice to all the effort you gave in editing my story. A short note for the end scene: I know some of you will think 6 inches is "not much" but the guy I met with had 6 inches so that's what I'm writing here. Thank You in advance to those who will read. I never realized that it's been almost two years since I posted my first story. I only became aware about the fact when I finally posted the 3rd chapter two weeks ago. You see, when I first posted my story, I had several readers who sent me their comments. Most were nice, others were harsh, and others still...just plain weird (and creepy for that matter). There were several guys who kept on emailing me giving me comments and compliments. You know, the usual crap, lol. And in good nature, I responded to almost all of them. Over the course of the next few months I exchanged emails with some guys, (some as far as Sweden and Israel). But there was one guy that caught my attention (Don't worry, I wont say who you are). He started off very safe, albeit a bit naughty. Nothing anyone would think is inappropriate. He was a businessman and traveled quite a lot. He wouldn't tell me his age but would always say that he was still young enough to please any woman and then leave with a naughty smile. He was very sweet; always greeting me good morning, checking up on how I was doing in my schoolwork. But every so often he would send me some naughty emails. For example: Good morning Sunshine! Have you recovered from your flu, and catching up with everything since that? I was in the middle of something, and I thought of a little vignette that I thought you would enjoy...(and, maybe this is the right medicine for your sore throat....) From where our story last left off, we get together again and you've secreted yourself into my offices for a very personal meeting. My secretary doesn't know you are here. Being your naughty, playful self, you 'clumsily' (with great skill and accuracy -lol) drop your pen under my desk and venture to get it. Crawling underneath wearing your tight work dress and high heels you push your ass up to generate more excitement from me, as if you weren't enough as you are. While under my desk, your hands dig into my pants and opened my zipper. All the while I am on a conference call discussing business.... and trying to be nonchalant with the other businessmen. You zip open my fly, stick your hand into my pants, and grab me by my stiffening cock through my boxers. You pull on it a few times to release it from its bound prison. Finally free, it's throbbing from your touch and hold. I clear my throat as my secretary knocks politely on my door, and enters my office to give me a document to sign. I sign it while you hold my cock in your hand and, to challenge me, you squeeze it a few times while I talk with her. She turns and leaves after a few moments, never noticing you under my desk. I return to my call, and you forcefully shove my chair back so you can best access my cock with your mouth, and you begin your phenomenal dance with your tongue. My mind periodically blanks during my call, but you don' t miss a beat, and you succeed in making me lose more and more self-control while you take more and more control of my mind. I prematurely end the call so I can pay more attention to your heavenly work. My secretary knocks on the door one more time, and I tell her not now.... she enters anyhow, and sees your head bobbing on my lap and the stupid smile on my face. Then she..... any ideas on how to finish this? hurry up with you answer... I desperately need it now!!!! (before I burst) ); Kisses, Alex My replies were usually curt and simple, trying not to give away what I was really feeling each time. It was also about the time when I learned how to type with one hand, as my left hand always seemed to wander. : ) We exchanged emails all the time; he even helped me write my other story here. And every time, he would put in a short comment like. "I really wish you were here sitting on my lap right now. So I could feel your tight ass rub against my cock." Or "Can you imagine what it would feel like to have my tongue explore deep in your pussy?" The curious thing about me is that I'm really drawn into whatever story I write. It takes me days just playing with ideas in my head. And as I was writing the story, I would really believe that I was there, even more so than what my readers would say that they felt. So drawn in, that I would often need to stop writing and just lay on my bed. I would become partially out of breath and my mouth would just dry up from the arousal. Our emails became more and more risqué. Soon we were asking each other to perform some dares. I want you to go to school without any underwear today Kate. Tell me how it felt when you get home. Or... Why don't you wear a low-cut shirt to school and flash your cleavage to your professor. I'm sure he would lose it in class. Out of sheer excitement, I would often do his tiny dares. And in return, I would also give him a few dares of my own. Our online relationship was very healthy. For one, I was a bit perkier in class despite the weight of all my homework. I always felt a sigh of relief when he emailed me and offered me a release from all the tension I was under. Slowly but surely, our dares became kinkier and kinkier. We started taking photos of our dares to show each other as proof. Like one time, I asked him to shave his cock and in exchange he wanted me to draw a heart in my pussy with lipstick. But I guess his best dare came while we were chatting online. "Hello Sunshine." "We've known each other for a long time now; maybe you'll let me see you on cam?" Let me make this clear now: I've only seen his face once from a photo he sent me. And he's only seen my profile picture here. "You don't have to show your face, but maybe I could see those pert little tits of your's." I was, of course, hesitant but very excited. After a bit more prodding, I finally gave in and set up a webcam. To be on the safe side, I only showed him my body from the neck below. For those of you who have already read my stories, you should have ample description of what it looks like. The dare started simple. "Open your blouse Sunshine and let me see your bra." "Very nice! I just love those sexy shorts you're wearing. It would be much nicer if they were on the floor, don't you think?" Each command he made was so smoothly said, that I felt very little hesitation to obey. That was what really attracted me to him. The anonymity always made me safe and secure despite our naughty dares. And the air of mystery around him made him even more attractive. "Can you imagine how it would feel if I were there right now Sunshine?" "You'd be sitting on my lap, as I played with your nipples." I would gently do what he said and imagined he was there. My arousal was building up by the second. "Why don't you let out your bra down Sunshine, and imagine that I'm licking your nipples." "Can you feel my cock under your ass? Move your hips so you can feel it more." "I just love massaging your tits; your nipples are very hard now aren't they? Almost as hard as my cock? Do you want to feel my cock inside your pussy?" "I'll show you my cock now Sunshine; imagine how it would feel inside your pussy." "Why don't you put your finger in your pussy Sunshine? Imagine that it's my cock." "You like that, don't you? Fuck yourself faster. Can you feel my tongue circling your nipples while my cock fucks your pussy?" "You're damn hot Sunshine; I can't stop stroking my cock. I'm almost cumming. Ride me Katie. Fuck, you're so hot." "Faster Sunshine, can you feel my cock about to burst? I can feel your pussy tightening around my cock. I'm almost there." "Ahhhhh, fuck yeah..." I was moaning the whole time, imagining every single line he wrote. I did all I could not to scream when I brought myself to orgasm. Our emails and dares lasted for a couple of months and got hotter and hotter. My papers finally caught up with me and I was no longer able to spend as much time on the net as I would have wanted. It was only a few weeks ago that I had the time to write again. You've all read the last chapter of Kate: Hot Asian Tutor right? Finally, after almost two years, I was able to finish that story. However, it's still not the end of THIS story. After posting the last chapter here, as expected, I had more than a few feedbacks from the readers. (By the way, I would really like to thank you all... They were wonderful, and very helpful.) But a familiar email jumped right out of the screen. Hello Sunshine, Glad you're finally writing again. I loved how you finished your story. I do hope we can continue writing ours'. Oh, by the way, I'll be in Singapore for a few days this week. If it's ok with you, maybe we can meet in Manila. Tell me soon so I can arrange a short stop-over on my flight home. Kisses, Alex "Oh god, he's actually coming here," I let out a whisper. I felt excited and unsure of what I should feel. Here's a stranger who I've been really intimate with but completely shrouded in mystery. Now that shroud is about to be removed. I didn't really know what I wanted so I just let the email sit for a few of days before I replied. Subject: Manila Hi, I'm sorry I'm a bit late with my reply; I only opened my email today. I've been a bit busy with my new job, and all. Sure, I'd love to meet with you here. I just hope it's not too late for you. Just email me if you can still make it. Kisses, Kate I was naïve enough to expect that my email reply was already too late and that he had already returned home. Can you imagine my surprise when, after just a few minutes my messenger popped an icon "New Message: Subject: Re: Manila" Hello Sunshine, You caught me in the nick of time. I thought we wouldn't be seeing each other... ever. Fortunately, I still need to finish some business tonight. I've already booked a flight to Manila even before I came here, just in case. My flight leaves at around 2pm tomorrow, so I'll be in Manila at around 8pm. It'll be just a short stop over, as my flight home will leave at 6am. I think that should be enough time for us to have a dinner and few drinks, if that's ok? Would it be ok if we met at the Pearl Hotel lobby, by the airport, around 8? I don't really know my way around, and I'll be in a fix if I miss my connecting flight home. Dinner's on me. Kisses, Alex My mouth hung open when I read and re-read the email. I could hear my heart as it thumped. I didn't really know if it was fear, or excitement, or maybe a bit of both. The entire day went by like a dream. My thoughts kept going back and forth: "Should I meet him? Is it safe? I want to meet him. I don't want to go." Over and over the entire day, my thoughts mixing with his words: "Can you imagine how my cock would feel inside you? You would like that, wouldn't you Kate?" I was in a semi-hypnotized, semi-aroused state the entire day. Even a cold shower wasn't enough to bring my temperature down. "What the hell should I wear?" I thought to myself as I walked into my closet. I took out a long black dress and looked at it through the mirror. "Nice, I like this" I thought, suddenly countered by, "What are you thinking? You're having dinner with a friend, not going to a prom." My pantsuit, slacks, skirts, all received similar responses. I felt like I tried on all my clothes, until I finally settled on a white, one-piece, halter dress that fell just below my knees. I let my hair fall on my back and shoulders and looked at myself in the mirror. I did a pirouette which partly lifted my skirt. "That should do. It's sexy enough but not too sexy." To be honest, dear Readers, I thought about going out without wearing any underwear, (his words really messed me up... bad...), but decided to wear a white thong and a matching low-cupped bra that hooked at the front, which barely covered my nipples. It was almost 7:30 when I left home. As usual, I had to put on a light sweater on top so that my mom wouldn't catch me wearing something so sexy. (Alright, the dress was way too hot but I couldn't help it). The cab ride seemed to take forever, I was quite lucky the cab driver was an elderly gentleman. Otherwise I would have verbally pounded on the driver. I was so high-strung already, and my heart rate was going about 120, so you can just imagine. I took off my sweater as the cab arrived at the hotel driveway. The weather was unusually chilly for a late February evening in Manila, and the night air embraced my legs and bare shoulders and hardened my nipples, as I walked to the front door, further amplifying my feelings of anticipation. He was already waiting in the hotel lobby, watching the door from where he was sitting on a sofa. He practically jumped up as he saw me enter. It was almost comical, only shows how excited he was. I've always guessed that he was in his mid forties from his stories. His hair showed some hints of grey but he looked very youthful and may pass as a guy in his early thirties. Again, we had seen each other's faces only once before, from relatively old photos. We wanted to keep the mystery going, so no other photos were sent between either of us. But that single photo was enough for me to recognize him, and vice versa. He was already quite good looking in the photo, (and I mean this with all due flattery and compliment to you Alex, I know you're reading) but the photo didn't do him any justice. His looks were somewhere between a young David Hasselhoff and George Clooney. He approached me and gave a light hug, or rather a touch on the hips as he kissed my cheeks. It felt almost fatherly, which was good because all my fears and hesitations seem to have faded after that. I guessed that he was about 6'2" and dwarfed my 5'4" frame. "You look really beautiful, Sunshine," he greeted. "Please, don't call me that," I said with a blush. "Call me Kate." "Well then, you look really beautiful, Kate," he said with a wide smile on his face, which made me blush all the more. "Would you like to sit here and talk for a while or would you rather go to the restaurant and chat there?" he asked as he guided me across the room. "Let's go to the restaurant, I'm quite hungry," I clumsily replied. "Ok, I'm pretty famished myself." He was quite the gentleman. You would never think that he was the same man who kept sending me those naughty emails and giving those sexy dares. "Maybe he's just like me, naughty on the net but not in real life," I thought. Dinner went pretty well. We talked for over an hour about ourselves. Pretty soon, we were both laughing as if we had been friends our entire lives. We talked about his work, and he mentioned that he also did some stage play writing as a hobby. One question he asked repeatedly was "How could such a pretty girl like you, have such a naughty creativity when writing?" He kept asking me to share how I was able to draw out my thoughts and ideas for writing. How I was able to relate with the character. What I felt as I wrote the stories. I wasn't sure if it was his intention, but the more I answered his questions, the more aroused I felt. But he did it so smoothly, always relating to his hobby as a writer that I didn't feel anything wrong with his questions. At around 10 pm, the waiter told us that the restaurant was about to close, but we could transfer to the bar. Very politely, he asked me. "It's getting a bit late, is it still ok if you stayed a bit longer?" I replied by taking his hand, and leading him to the bar. We sat by the bar facing each other. I felt more exposed sitting at the bar. My skirt hiked up as I sat on the bar stool and now my thighs were clearly showing. Fortunately, there were very few other people there. "Scotch on the rocks," he told the bartender. "How about you Kate?" I looked to the shelves at the back trying to look for the menu or something. Sensing my inexperience, he said to the bartender, "And a strawberry daiquiri for her." I never imagined that a bar could feel so romantic -- adding the fact that there were only 3 other people around, it made it very intimate. I leaned my back on the bar and playfully swiveled my bar stool. We continued to chat about our past relationships. But the real question hanging in my mind was "What do the emails and dares mean?" But we kept on chatting about something else, everything from the past to the present. Every so often, his hands would touch my arms. A couple of times, my skirt hiked up a little too high so he would gently pull it down, while at the same time brushing his palms on my leg. He then started sharing his ribald youth and how he drew on those experiences when he emailed me. He said that he felt his youth being re-lived when he chatted with me online. And that our dares made him feel invigorated. Soon our conversation became a little more like our email; naughty, playful, but still with a shroud of mystery. His questions become more intimate like: "How did you feel when I sent you this email?" or "Did you do this dare, it was very arousing wasn't it?" Our conversation was getting me aroused but I didn't want to show. After all, he's still a stranger, albeit a very handsome one. I finally had the courage to ask. "Why do you send those naughty emails to me? You don't seem that naughty nor sex crazed as you portrayed." He laughed hard at my question which made me feel a little embarrassed. "No, Kate don't worry, I'm not as sex crazed as I am in our emails." "That's a relief. I guess there's really no reason to be worried," I thought as I downed my drink. "And besides, I can probably say the same thing about you," he said with another laugh. That was true. Things became a little easier after that since all of the tension was gone. He leaned over to me and whispered, "I mean, who in their right minds would ask someone they barely know questions like: Can you imagine my tongue circling your pussy all night while you sat there?" I was a bit taken aback by his statement, or was it a question... I didn't really know. Chills ran up my spine, and for some reason, I really imagined his tongue circling my pussy. I tried to stammer a reply but he laughed so hard after his statement that all I could do was laugh with him. "Actually, I have to apologize for that. I just felt so safe in all that anonymity that I kinda ran away with it," he said. "And you didn't seem to mind so I kept pushing on." He was right. "Like right now, you'll probably slap me if I asked you, aren't you wondering how it would feel to have my cock deep in your pussy, right?" he whispered again, creating emphasis on the last part. "Uh... yeah... I ah... I guess," I stuttered, uncertain of what I should say. He kept on mentioning his emails and always followed by a loud laugh. I was a bit embarrassed by his revelations mostly because I a lot of times, my naughty emails was real for me. "Silly me, I guess he is sincere that those emails were just a flight of fancy for him." I thought. The more he talked about how crazy our emails were, the more relaxed I felt about him. He kept on whispering in my ear to make sure that no one would hear what he said. But the way he describes and stated the emails made me terribly horny. His descriptions were so detailed that I often find myself drifting and drawn into it. I was half-glad that they weren't real and half-wishing that they were. Rendezvous with an Online Friend By most standards, I can carry my alcohol quite well. But that night, I was already feeling inebriated halfway thru my second drink. Maybe it was the stress of the entire day, maybe because it was late, or maybe it was the mood of the place, or possibly I'm just damn horny; but at that point I knew I was no longer thinking clearly. And I could clearly see that he was enjoying every minute of it. He would lean a bit closer when he whispered. A few times, his hands would slide on my stroke my leg, but he would then try to fix my skirt. My hand eventually found its way on his lap and each time he moved, my hand would be a little closer to his hardening cock. "Stop being so descriptive with your stories, you're making me horny," I thought. "I little closer and I'll grab that cock. I wonder how it would feel to have that thing shoved inside my pussy." "Are you alright Kate?" he asked. I was staring at his cock and his question snapped me back to reality. "I ah... yeah, my mind just drifted a bit." He placed his hands gently on my lap and said "It's almost midnight Kate. I think you should go. It's getting late – I'll call a cab and get you home." I was confused, did he really want me to leave. "Hey," I thought, "I'm old enough to decide for myself." "I can stay for a bit longer, you don't have to worry about me. Besides, this may be the only time we'll ever see each other," I told him. "OK," he said feigning a frown, "You're right. I'm sorry about that. Let's talk for a while longer though I think the bar is about to close." He pointed to the lounge room and the bartender nodded to confirm his remark. "Since you would still like to stay and talk for a few more hours, would you mind if we continued it in my room...if that's what you want?" I could swear I could see a hint of a smile when he said that. "His room? Do I really want to go there? What is he planning?" I looked at him trying to discern his intentions. "I don't think it's him I should be worried about right now. God I just want to jump him. Shit, what am I thinking?" "Yeah of course," I stammered an unsure reply. "Shall we go?" he asked offering his arm. With a lot of effort I tried my best to walk straight, fortunately I had my arms wrapped around his for support. But I still lost my balance once in a while and my breasts would squeeze into his arm. The ride up to the 18th floor took forever. And the sexual tension between the both of us (or was it just me), was almost unbearable. I wanted to grab his cock then and there but I held myself back with all my effort. The suite was simple; there was a queen sized bed in the middle of the room, two sofas were placed near the veranda. I noticed a chilled bottle of champagne waiting for us. From the looks of the cooler, I could tell that it has been there for a few hours now. He led me to the veranda and handed me a tall glass of champagne. "The view here is magnificent isn't it?" I said. "Yes it is," he replied without taking off his eyes from me. "I have a gift for you Kate," he said as he held out a flat box. "I bought it for you almost a year ago. I never thought I'd be able to give it to you now." "How long has he planned this meeting?" He showed me a beautiful pearl necklace and matching earrings. "This man is so sweet, all this effort just for me." He took my glass, placed it on the table and had me face the view outside. I leaned over the railings feeling the cool air in my nose. "Let me put these on for you," he said as he went behind me. I bent my head down as he lifted my hair. He gently locked the necklace in place. I took the earrings and placed one on each ear. We just stood there for a while. Then I felt his hands slide around my waist and meet flat on my tummy. I reciprocated by sliding my hands upwards and back to his ears so that I was leaning up against him. I gently rubbed his earlobes and ran my hands thru his hair. All my fear and inhibitions completely faded at that point. I tilted my head to expose my neck which he readily kissed. His hands were roaming my body, from my tummy to my breasts lifting them up. My breasts spilled from my low cupped bra. He then gently unhooked my halter and lowered it at the front. My breasts were now exposed in the evening air. He delicately cupped my breasts with his hands. I moaned at the pleasure that I felt. I turned around and gave him a kiss. Our tongues swirled inside our mouths. When our lips parted I whispered, "I have a gift for you too." I held him by the hand and led him inside." I sat him on the bed and turned my back to him. I bent over to remove my panties from under my dress, seductively wiggling my ass in front of his face. I faced him again and straddled his legs. I held unto him by his neck and lightly glided my damp underwear on his cheeks. "I like this gift Kate," he murmured while taking a whiff at my panties. "That's not yet your gift silly," I said. "I still can't believe how naughty I was behaving." I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and glided my hands on his chest. "Do you want to open your gift," I asked as I directed him to undo my zipper. I stood up and took a couple of steps back so that he can see me in full view. I reached for the hooks of my bra and opened my arms. My breasts were now open for him to see. I lowered my arms and wriggled a little to allow my dress to slide down my body and fall to the floor. All I was wearing now were the necklace and earrings he gave me. "How do you like your gift?" I asked. He responded by reaching for my arms and pulling me close to him. I stood him up and removed his shirt. His chest muscles were so well defined; I just loved the feeling of running my hands across his chest. I knelt down before him, and lowered his pants but kept his boxers on. I sat him down again, and sat on his lap. "There was something you always said you wanted me to do?" I asked mischievously. I slowly gyrated my hips on his groin and felt him as his cock grow bigger. His hands embraced my tummy and massaged my breasts while I continued to gyrate my hips on his cock. He started kissing my neck and licked my ears. The feeling was unbelievable. He was so romantic, and all I want right now was to show him what I felt. I knelt on the floor facing him and pulled off his boxers,; and took his thick cock in my hands. It was a good 6 inches which slowly disappeared in my mouth. I let his cock stay in my mouth for a few seconds. I savored every inch of his cock with my tongue, tasting him intimately; allowing the aroma of his musk to linger in my nose. He groaned several times, while I bobbed my head, letting his glans enter my throat, until I gagged slightly. Sucking, and licking his cock alternately, and letting it bump against my throat and cheeks, causing them to bulge. I looked up at his face as I swallowed his cock. The expression on his face was priceless. I reached up his legs and gently massaged his balls. A groan of shock came out as I not too gently squeezed his balls. "Damn it, Kate, you're as good as you say." His words of encouragement made me bob my head even faster. "Stop, stop, I won't last long if you keep doing that," he ordered. I didn't want to stop and just kept on sucking him. He had to pull my head from his cock in order to get me to stop. "Why? Don't you like it," I teasingly pouted. "I loved it Kate, but I might not last that long if you continue." He stood up and brought me to the bed. I crawled on all fours and longingly looked up at him with my lips pouted. He climbed on the bed with me and lay on his back. Almost impulsively I reached out and tried to grab hold of his cock. He reciprocated by taking my hand away. "Not yet Katie," he said. But I couldn't just be stopped like that. I bent my head down and sucked on his nipple. "Call me Katie again," I said. "Urgh, that's nice Katie," he groaned. I bit hard on his nipple causing his body to jump a little. I took the opening and grabbed his cock again. "No Katie, wait," he said. He then pulled me by the hips and guided my cunt to his mouth so that I was straddling his face. I was a bit surprised and awed by how strong he was. Then all of a sudden, his tongue touched the base of my pussy. I let out a soft squeak. Slowly, he slid his tongue up my pussy until it reached my clit. "Unh, unhhh...," I squeaked as he flicked his tongue at my clit. Each time his tongue licked me, my body spasmed with pleasure. He was an expert at eating cunt. I had to lean against the headboard to keep my balance. He buried his tongue inside me, and encircled my clit. "Nyahh, unh... stop...unhh...," I pleaded with him, but he continued his oral assault. I could feel an orgasm building up. My hips began to move rhythmically. I reached out for his nipple, and gave it a squeeze. I heard a muffled groan from his mouth as he pressed his face firmer on my pussy. I arched my back and supported my hands on his abs. He then slid his hand upward from my pubic area, to my tummy, to my breast, and gently gave my breast a squeeze. I was already hazy, almost reaching orgasm when, in a split second, he flicked his tongue on my clit, while at the same time, tightly squeezed my nipple. The overload of sensations was the tipping point and I climaxed on his face. I breathed heavily as waves of pleasure coursed though my body. He was still licking my pussy when I pulled away. I then positioned myself on top of his cock. "Just lie there Alex," I said as I guided his cock to my pussy lips. I lowered myself onto his cock, feeling every inch as it slowly entered, deep in my drenched cunt. I gyrated my hips again and moved in a circling motion. I could feel his cock twirl inside me. I squeezed his cock tight with my pussy. His face was crunched up with pleasure. I started pumping slowly, my hands on his chest for support. I was moaning pretty loud now. He lifted his hips and started pounding me from underneath me. Every time I moved, I felt his soft glans hit my cervix, and his shaft rub my clit. "Unh...unh... ah...nyah...,' I squeaked as I collapsed on his chest. Only then did I feel so tiny compared to him. I licked his nipples as he thrust deep inside me. He grabbed my ass and gave it a sharp slap. "Ahhh," I moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He squeezed my ass tight, and slammed his cock in my tight pussy. "AHHHH... more, more... unh...," I cried and pleaded "Fuck me baby, fuck me... nyahhhh... ahhh...harder... please...," My hair scattered on his chest while I tried to suckle on his nipple. But I could no longer focus on anything. He started pounding me harder. My body lifting up each time he thrust. "Ahhh,.. ahhh... ahhh...," I screamed. I might have woken half the floor with my screams. "Faster... nya... unh." I felt his cock stiffening and his pace becoming faster. I squeezed tight with my cunt. "Urrrrghhh...," he groaned as he came inside me. The rush of hot cum also pushed me to the edge and I came hard almost at the same time. Wave after wave of his cum flooded my already soaked pussy. We were both breathing heavily as I lay on his chest. He tried to pull out but I protested. "No, don't pull it out yet," I said as we caught our breaths. I lay on his chest feeling him breath while we both napped. He woke me up by slowly thrusting his cock which was still in my pussy and we had magnificent sex all over again. I awoke in the morning with the sun in my eyes, and the sheets covering my naked body. I looked around still half-asleep. "Where am I?" I thought as I gained full consciousness. I smiled as slowly remembered what happened the night before. I sat up and stretched my arms. "I feel so great this morning," went a passing thought. I looked around the room searching for something. I saw a breakfast tray on the table. I stood up, completely nude, and confidently walked to the table. I sat on the chair and noticed my clothes neatly folded on the chair beside me. On top of it was a small, hand written note. The note on the card read. Good morning Sunshine, I'm sorry I had to leave. I tried waking you up, but you wouldn't so I just let you sleep. I had the most wonderful experience of my life last night. And I hope you did too. I'll email you as soon as I land. I've settled the hotel bill and you may leave anytime. By the way, I forgot to mention that I'll be back in Singapore next week so I'll see you again on March 14. Kisses, Alex I had the most wonderful time last night. And I'll be waiting for him at the airport when he arrives. The End (for THIS story, I'll just have to wait until this Saturday and we'll see if I'll write another.)