(This is story is a follow up the previously posted story "Unmasked"
You don't have to read the previous story in order to understand this one. But it will provide the background and events leading up this story. Hope you enjoy it.)
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I'm still sitting here, still in disbelief that I have just slept with Emily Blunt. I know I will probably never see her again. I get my things and begin to pack up as I am off to Monaco for the Grand prix. Amazingly I garnered tickets at the very last moment. I decide to take a train as to have a rather leisurely journey.
I arrive in Monaco after a rather uneventful train journey and check in to a hotel and lay back and relax. I am here a few days early before the F1 circus comes to town. I decide to head down to the bar and enjoy a drink or two. I sit down and sip on my drink and just then a figure walks into the door and I nearly spit my drink out.
In another shocking coincidence Emily Blunt just happens to walk into the hotel. I lay back in case cameras are abound but it seems she notices me as looks to me and gives me a sly wink. I am amazed and simply must be dreaming so I pinch myself again, no I am not dreaming.
I finish my drink and head back to the room and see across the hall in another one of the opulent hotel suites Emily standing by the door.
"Bill, this is either one of two things, a coincidence or stalkerish."
"I assure you it is the former."
"Well come in then."
I obviously accept and head in and we head to the balcony overlooking the city where in a few days honed machines race around the streets of this principality. We go back in and sit down and talk to one another.
"Emily, I must thank you for Paris you made a lonely man very happy."
"Oh come on stop being modest you're a rare man, one who actually gives a damn about women."
"I don't know how I plucked up the courage to talk you then. Maybe the masks help."
"Listen I know you may feel intimidated by women from what you're telling me now but hell this is life. The impossible can happen."
"Thank you Emily, the only thing kinder than your words is the way you say them."
"Aw thank you."
"Well I've never been much good with chatting up women or wooing them like one of these Hollywood playboys. I can scarcely believe I'm sat here talking to you."
"Listen you need not feel intimidated because I am a normal human being, just like you."
"Apart from the fact people from all over the world know your name."
"That's not important here; you can't sell yourself short because you've been chasing the wrong women."
"Come here sit next to me."
Emily lifted herself off the chair and came over and sat next to me and we cuddled together. Her body felt warm to the touch and I feel like I am having an outer body experience. Here I am in Monaco, sat on a couch holding Emily Blunt in my arms, I half expect to wake from this wonderful dream.
"Thank you, Emily, for showing me that some women are genuine and caring of other people, despite what past encounters has shown me."
"You're welcome."
Emily then turns to me and gives me a kiss on the lips, she tastes sweet and most certainly every inch the dream girl, I imagined her to be.
"After Paris, I didn't think I would be seeing you again."
"Nor I Bill. I have something to confess to you, you're the first man I have felt something deep for since my husband died."
"I just want to return you the kindness and love you have shown me."
"You have done more than that; you mended a woman's broken heart."
"I'm glad I could help."
"Oh stop being so modest."
We then lay down on the bed and held each other tenderly and gazed deep into one another's eyes. I feel mesmerised and sense one of the most genuine connections with a woman I have ever experienced.We drift to sleep and wake later in the evening. We feel refreshed and a little more in love it would appear.
"How about we get something to eat?"
"How about room service? There are probably a million cameras outside."
"Oh that's right, I'm sorry."
