The next 5 days were the happiest of my young life. I went back the next day to Christine's hotel room after my morning shift and had more mind-blowing sex. She had a ravenous appetite and at the end of my time with her we were both satisfied.
Our relationship was simple. She told me when to come to her room and she made it clear that I was not to go to her room or try to meet her at any other times. No surprise visits, it was perfect. I would often see her twice a day, sometimes before my morning shift, sometimes after it and sometimes after the dinner shift. So when I wasn't working or with her I was free to do what I wanted. She said she wanted me to get more muscles so I usually went to the gym.
Those 5 days were perfect. Amazing sex, nice job, and the time I wasn't working or with Christine I was free as a bird. No relationship dramas, we weren't in a relationship, and everything was good.
There was just one thing playing at the back of my mind though. To go to Christine's hotel room I had to go through the hotel bar. There was a guy there and I could always feel his eyes on me as I walked past. He was in his early 20s, muscular with light hair and average height. I wasn't intimidated by him or anything but he was often in the bar on his own. Everytime I looked at him he casually looked away but I knew he had been looking at me, I just didn't know why.
On the 5th day of my time with Christine after we'd had sex she told me she was going on an excursion for a few days. I asked her where she was going and she looked at me in a way suggesting it wasn't my place to ask. It seemed an innocent enough question but she always had a quiet control over things. If she wanted me to know something she would tell me, so there was no need to ask.
On the day I met her in the restaurant we made small talk but since then not at all. Talk was either sexual or simple information on when I was to see her again or to get her a drink. There were lots of comfortable silences. "A few days" wasn't specific so I had no idea when she would return but she told me she would come to the restaurant if she wanted to see me again. If?
This put me into a mild panic but I couldn't show it. I'd never been a clingy or needy guy and I was sure that wasn't what she wanted, well maybe not completely sure. Her quiet, confidence meant I could rarely read her intentions. Was she trying to keep me on my toes? Did she get enjoyment out of my lack of certainty about how much she wanted me?
As I got dressed ready to leave, up to that point I never stayed the whole night, she told me we weren't in a relationship but if we met up again she wanted me ready for action. I vowed to myself not to have any sex or masturbate for up to a week to make sure I was ready to please her if I saw her again. If she didn't come to me within a week then it would be time to admit our time together was over. She walked me to the door. I was fully dressed and she was in a red dressing gown showing the top of her cleavage. I went to kiss her goodnight, she kept her mouth closed for a short kiss. She turned me around and grabbed my ass and pushed me out the door. She was done with me, but hopefully only for the night.
The next couple of days were a daze. I thought about Christine constantly. I dreamt about kissing her, having her huge breasts in my face and the amazing sex we'd shared. I had mild panics at the thought of not seeing or touching her again. There was no escaping it. I thought about her all day then I dreamt about her at night.
I'd never felt like this before and everything was removed from my previous experiences. I thought about the girls I had been with previously and why none of them had ever consumed my mind in the same way. The girls I'd previously been with were pretty and slim. The kind of girls other guys would be jealous of you for dating them. I couldn't miss these girls as they were in constant contact. They would message me all the time we weren't together and we were always having silly arguments over nothing. I realised they were silly girls and I was a silly child when I was with them. Christine was a real woman.
On the 3rd night apart from Christine I went out for a few drinks after work. I started to think I would never see her again but it was too early to give up hope. A blonde girl approached me at the bar. She was my age, slim and gorgeous. She was mildly flirting with me but I wasn't interested. I just couldn't imagine her bringing me the sort of pleasure Christine had. My lack of interest seemed to make her more eager as I guess she wasn't used to guys not being interested in her. We were chatting then a girl walked in. She was a big girl with dark hair. She was wearing a short skirt barely covering her voluptuous ass and a low cut top showing her impressive tits. For a moment I thought it was Christine but on gathering myself I saw she was in her early 20s. Besides Christine always dressed immaculately and slightly understated. She didn't show off her body in public.
I excused myself from the blonde girl and went over to the big girl I had just seen. I told her she looked great and offered to buy her a drink.
She gave a half laugh and replied "I'm not that easy but go ahead."
I was a bit put off but I had offered so went to the bar to get her a drink. We drank and chatted for a few minutes. I realised she had none of Christine's charm. Christine was quiet and confident, she was a bit common and vulgar. Christine was sexually confident in an understated way, she flaunted it. Christine had a calm, delicate way of talking while she was a bit rude and boorish. Christine ate and drank delicately while she just necked one drink after another. I realised there was no other Christine. I wasn't going to find her in another person. I decided to keep my vow of no sex for a week or until I saw Christine again. I left the bar quietly as I felt the blonde girl looking at me having no idea why I completely blew her off.
I was near the end of the breakfast shift the next morning when she walked in. She was wearing a blue dress. Her makeup was subtle but immaculate. Like so often her clothing showed the top of her cleavage and her dress clung tightly to her huge curves. I wanted to go right up and grab her passionately but Christine had never been out with me, all contact had been in her hotel room. I walked up and politely escorted her to a table for one.
