This goes way back about a decade, we hadn't spoken in years, but had that faint social connection after our last good bye. We would seldom exchange messages on social media or argue, or discuss matters, partially. Last we met, she was 18 or 19 at that time and about to start university for her higher studies. While I was soon to leave for Europe in a year's time.
One day while at work I received a message from her. After the regular salutations, she told me that she was in Hamburg and would like meet if possible. This was a welcome surprise, getting a message from someone who I had known for so long, and was so close to my heart. Yet we were unable to meet in Pakistan due to social conditions, the constantly peeking locals and families restricting their adult children, specially girls from going out or meeting other men. This is not to say that men don't date women and have a sexual relationship, yet it is either for the affording ones, or the too persuading ones to get lucky, since you have to book a room in a luxury hotel to feel safe from people and being bugged etc. So naturally, I agreed to meet her, and told her that I will be flying to see her and proceeded to make arrangements for my trip. I must say that, for a woman it takes little to persuade a man, and over that a woman who you prefer over other women. So she barely had to do anything to get me flying over.
We agreed that I can stay in the same hotel as she was, she didn't say with her in the same room. Although I was definitely hoping we could share a room, but understanding the nature of our relationship at that time, I was fine with the arrangement. I certainly hoped that the nature of our relationship will change on this trip and we will be in an intimate affair. Anyhow we come to that a little later.
My flight was in a day and I got my bags ready. I did not travel much in Europe and was mostly busy with my work. But somehow I was not letting this opportunity go. It took me about 3 hours or so with a short overlay in Switzerland as I reached Hamburg. Took the metro to the hotel and got there somewhere around late evening. I entered the hotel and found her waiting for me in the lobby.
Seeing her after such a long time was pleasant. She hadn't changed much but had grown in the right places, and her smile, with time getting more attractive. She was now more mature, must have been knowledgeable about her decisions (which I was to find out) and focused in her conversation. She told me that she was happy to see me and had been waiting since morning. She also told me that she has things planned for us, which included visits to the local tourist spots, parks, shopping plazas and museums. It was an entire week's plan and it was something I really looked forward to.
I told her how I wanted the flight to be a shorter one, above all because I was in a hurry to see her, It had been long, since we talked or met, and with this coming up as opportunity far superior and private, who would have thought.
She chuckled on hearing that as we entered the room. Somehow, women are good at gauging what a guy is thinking or means, and this was exactly that happening.
It was a small hotel, by a garden, yet it was a cosy looking setup. Perfect for what you would want for a getaway with someone who is dear and when you want things to head on a romantic path. The room had a big bed, and a bath, as well as some side lamps and a beautiful set of wallpapers. The lighting was perfectly done for a romantic getaway for couples, it seemed. It smelled good and with her next to me it felt better.
Let me tell you a little about her. She hadn't changed much, other than the obvious signs of stress brought by her university education. She was petite, used to wear glasses, studious and had a gorgeous smile. Being tiny meant that she was barely bulging anywhere but had curves in the right places. She was intelligent, sharp and an extremely caring girl. A little more of context here will do, so she at that time was 23, I was 28, we were the perfect number of years apart as most psychologists believe. She was 5ft 2in tall and had a wheatish skin tone, typical of most south Asian girls. She didn't seem to weigh anything above, 52 kg (104 lbs). Her boobs were perfectly shaped, and her hips to waist ratio was ideal. The kind us men sought after. I think its natural to look for a 30% narrower waist than hips for most men. It is sexually more attractive they say, and I found out, it does feel good to hold on to as well. She had a perfect 32-25-34 or near that figure, her breasts did appear small but I was sure of one thing. If I got my hands on them, those will be the first of any man that have been there.
I was lucky to have developed a strong connection with at her young age. There was nothing sexual back then, just regular talking, mostly discussing assignments and projects. We would talk for hours and I did not have the thought of checking her out or about sexuality back then. Therefore those meetings were extremely comfortable and we both had fun, talking to each other. We were able to forge a strong bond during that period. But now the situation was different, there was no cultural pressure that would be holding us back.
Back during our old encounters, there were a few instances where I had noticed her looking a me or she must have noticed me looking at her from a distance while she talked away with her friends. Those instances, were my sharp memories of her, and I am sure she had similar memories. I was yet to find that out, but what I was looking forward to, was good company more than anything.
Inside the room, she took off her long coat and placed it on the chair, as she sat.
I sat on the bed opposite to her. It was our first interaction in private. I asked her about her trip and time since we had last met, she told me that it had been good and she was there for some research. Which now was over, so she could take time off and go sight seeing the city with me. She asked me the same, but somehow her focus remained my love life, and naturally I asked similar questions. She told me about her boyfriend and how they were planning on settling down.
We continued talking for long, so much so that I barely noticed the time. We got a snack from outside and came back to the room. While we were going out I was glued to her shapely ass, formed so well and her coat making it appear sexier. As it curved from her waist down. Not to forget the way her breasts were and the coat smoothing down a slope from her ample chest to her flat belly. We got a local sandwich, she picked vegetarian while I went for a tuna sandwich and decided to bring it to my room. We got a couple of cans of soda as well, which seems to be customary with all takeouts. We talked as we ate, and in the process I dropped a little over my pants, right over my crotch. Without realising she moved forward to dab it away with a napkin in her hand, I looked over her head and lowered my head as she cleaned it for me. My cock coming to life under this sudden touch as she tried to ignore it, but couldn't resist looking up at me. I looked back in her eyes, with a feeling of helplessness as she smiled. As she straightened her back to sit up again and I thanked her. We both smiled at each other and continued talking trying to ignore the obvious. During all this, it was already 3 am.