My heart was pounding in my chest, making my head throb. Butterflies flitted in my stomach as my eyes beheld your beauty. A woman I had done nothing but think of since the day I met you all those years ago stepped off the train. Was it coincidence that you were here? Of all the places in England, was it chance that drove you to visit my city? Or perhaps the tourist sites were big enough to attract your attention. I couldn't remember ever telling you the name of the city I lived in. And what chance it was that I happened to be here at the train station to spot you looking around at the confusing platforms.
Finally you move and it brings me out of my reverie and into a decision: to meet you, or to run away. You're with a friend and unfortunately nerves won out so I disappeared into the crowd and watched you walk by. You're graceful; I couldn't take my eyes off you until you vanished out the main doors. I let out an explosive breath and a sigh as I got back to my task of picking up my own friend.
It's later that very same day, and I was sitting in my favourite spot in the Castle Gardens. It was an unusually warm and sunny summer day and the grass was lush under me as I reclined with my book. Movement beside me attracted my attention and I couldn't help but inhale in surprise as I saw you for the second time that day. You gazed at me expectantly with those gentle eyes and soft smile, and it took me a few moments of awkward silence to find my voice. I sucked up the courage to speak, and when we spoke, we spoke of many things. You told me how you're on a road-trip vacation around England, and happen to recognise some of the places I had spoken about here, and your hope to surprise me. I told you about the chance sighting at the train station and how you did surprise me, greatly.
The day grew on, and we decided to walk and talk. I showed you the rest of the castle grounds as well as the towering cathedral. You were awed by its majesty and you thanked me for showing you. I responded by slipping my hand into yours. A simple act that filled me with nerves, but was soon dissipated with the melting smile you gave me. We don't mention it, but for the rest of the day our hands often met, even for the briefest of moments. I took you to a restaurant when you said you were hungry; it's a simple place as without a reservation it's difficult to get a table but the food is good and it's easy to talk to each other through the mingle of other patrons. The evening held more site-seeing, but as it became darker I grew wary of walking the city at night and suggest we retire. I walked you back to your hotel, all the way to the door of your room.
The tension became slightly more awkward as you turned to face me. The evening had been good, but I can see the indecision in your eyes. You gazed into me, willing me to make the choice for you, wanting me to make it easy. I smiled gently, and tilted your chin slightly as I brought my lips to yours. It's chaste; as I immediately feel you tense up. I pulled you into a light embrace, and whispered my goodnight in your ear. When I kissed you for the second time your inhibitions had gone at the prospect of my leaving. Our lips met with a passion, our arms surrounding one another. The world didn't exist in that moment of pure joy. Everything about that kiss was exquisite ecstasy that I had never known before and I could feel that you felt the same and didn't want it to end, but unfortunately, it did. We simply stood studying each other; I could not believe that this stunning woman was in my arms. A kiss on the forehead and a last embrace was the end of it before you slipped inside your room. I couldn't tell what you did next in the privacy of your room or how you were feeling at that moment, but if it was anything like I felt, you would be missing me greatly...
I rose early the next day, too excited to sleep. I had spent the night dreaming of you and it was time for us to meet again. I spent some time showering, and cleaning myself up so I looked smart, (including my lucky sexy briefs). I made the bus trip into the city, and I was outside your door with five minutes to spare. After a moment's pause I knocked on the door. It opened slightly, and with a confused expression I opened it fully to catch a glimpse of your scantily-clad bum as you disappeared into the bathroom with a giggle, shouting at me that you're not ready but that I could come in.
Finally after a wait, you emerged from the bathroom. I stared at you in amazement, and when I realised I was holding my breath, I let it out slowly. My face flushed red as I told you how beautiful you looked, and you simply smiled at me as the colour of your face matched mine.
We left hand in hand, and I once again took the lead. I took you around the best shops, and we talked and laughed and shopped. We had lunch on the go, and I took you souvenir shopping. We kept ourselves busy until dinner, where I informed you that I had booked a table at my favourite restaurant, just for us. It was an intimate place, and we got a table in the corner out the way. We talk in hushed voices; the warm atmosphere was more intoxicating than the wine we ordered. I laid my hand on yours, and told you how lucky I was to be opposite you.
The tension increased as we gazed into each other's eyes. I gasped slightly as I felt your foot rubbing up and down my leg, and you winked teasingly at me. I whispered more compliments to you, telling you how sexy you looked in the candlelight. You leaned forward, smiling that cheeky smile, letting me look upon your amply curved bust. Your foot rose higher and found where my obvious discomfort was. You blushed at your own forwardness, but feeling daring you left your foot there, stroking my thigh and tickling the bulge in my trousers, until we were interrupted by our food. The waitress didn't look like she had noticed anything. We ate, paid and left with you agreeing with me that the food was lovely. The wine went to our heads a little, and we giggled like children as we made our way back to your hotel.
We arrived at your door and I didn't hesitate this time. I pulled you close to me and kissed you, taking you by surprise. You melted into my arms, wrapping yours around my neck. We stood there for what seemed like hours, although I'm certain it was only a few minutes. We kissed our lips raw, and our breath ragged. There was no need for words as you stepped away and unlocked the door. I followed you in, closing the door behind me. As I turned back you pounced, pushing me against the closed door and firmly kissed me. I reacted in kind, matching your passion with my own. Our hands were all over each other, clinging to the material of clothes or running through hair.
Finally, breathless, we broke apart and you took my hand, leading me to the bed. You laid back and looked at me with those sexy smouldering eyes, beckoning me onto the bed. I took a moment to look at you, that image sketched into my mind never to be forgotten. I crawled on top of you and kissed you once more, strong, passionate. Our bodies touched, our hips ground together, our tongues entwined. The world was lost to us; we were alone in our bubble of passion and pleasure. I slipped my hand underneath your top, sliding it up across your belly till I could feel the material of your bra brushing my fingertips. I hesitated, it had been a long time since I had done this and I suddenly wasn't so sure of myself. You seemed to sense my doubt and kissed me all the harder, moving my hand up with your own to cup your bra covered breasts. It was nice but we both had the thought that clothes were now in the way.
