As Cheryl returned from the reception, she felt an urge to burst out laughing. Misreading the handwritten details on the keycard sleeve meant she'd spent ten minutes trying to access the room next to hers. It wasn't how she'd planned to start her spontaneous getaway, and when Brian opened the door and stepped out of his room, she felt it only fair to admit her mistake.

"I'm sorry if I disturbed you. My excuse is that fives and sixes look similar when your mind's elsewhere," Cheryl explained.

"My only surprise is that someone else has done this rather than me," Brian answered honestly.

Brian's light-hearted dismissal of the incident was a huge relief to Cheryl. A trip to relax after a stressful time, beginning with a confrontation, would have spoilt an otherwise positive day. However, when Brian invited her to join him for a drink in the bar, Cheryl's response was as unexpected to her as it was to him.

"It might be better to offer me a drink from your fridge, as I'm clearly desperate to get into your room," Cheryl joked.

Astonished by how similar Cheryl's humour was to his own, Brian welcomed her into his room without hesitation. Like Cheryl, he'd decided to seek the benefits of a temporary change of environment, though Cheryl was keen to explain in more detail what had led to her earlier mishap.

"Less than ten minutes into my trip here, my mind was already filling with made-up stories about what might happen when I arrived. They didn't involve trying to get into someone else's room with my keycard, but a lot of other fun stuff went on. If I hadn't decided to disturb you, I'd already be in my first solo session, but it would make a much better story for the girls back home if the nice man I tried to barge in on sorted me out instead," Cheryl said with a grin.

"This sounds like an emergency," Brian laughed as Cheryl lifted her dress over her head and eased his hand into her knickers, emphasising the urgency of her situation.

Cheryl was delighted to discover that Brian's answer to her crisis was to plant firm kisses on her nipples and circle his touch inside her. She felt sure her giggles and contented sighs were all he needed to confirm she approved of his crisis management, and they were.

Once Cheryl had enjoyed Brian's work with his lips and fingers, she felt his kisses glide slowly down her body, and rhythms of anticipation surging within her.

When Cheryl felt Brian's tongue tumbling through the flow inside her, she giggled excitedly, and the first kiss he planted and held on her thumping clit set a dreamy course, entirely in keeping with the mood.

"As firm as you dare, for as long as you can," Cheryl demanded with a smile.

Cheryl didn't offer Brian guidance because she thought he needed it; she simply wanted to say what she wanted out loud. Being able to do so mattered to her and felt as satisfying as the kisses.

The trembling beneath his hands, together with Cheryl's loud moans and laughter, spurred Brian on. He didn't know the backstory behind her impatient, intense need, but that didn't seem as important as the task he had been set.

As Cheryl revelled in her journey towards climax, she knew others might struggle to understand why something so casual could mean so much to her. This made her chance meeting with someone who 'got it' even more satisfying.

Though torn between enjoying her building excitement and needing the rush of climax, Cheryl didn't see it as a dilemma or agonise over it. The philosophy underpinning her trip was to see where her choices took her, and she knew this was an example she'd be happy to reflect on.

Once Brian had begun to deliver deep, lingering kisses on Cheryl's throbbing clit, she giggled and writhed with abandon. She'd christened her trip 'go with the flow' to emphasise her love of spontaneity, and it seemed fitting as rivers of erotic juices ran freely, and her body shook.

Cheryl greeted the onset of her climax with a bellowed cry and felt herself floating on a cloud of contentment as Brian's lips kept exciting her. It wasn't what it was that mattered to Cheryl; it was what it meant. It was freedom.

Cheryl was both delighted and surprised by the repeated waves of climax that surged through her body. Had Brian's lips been the best ones to have taken her to orgasm? Probably not. Had he appeared at exactly the right moment to give her what she needed? Most definitely.

Neither Brian nor Cheryl were fans of brief encounters, but theirs continued through the night, with repeated visits to the pleasure that had unlocked so much. It was an experience neither would forget, even though they soon moved on to more stable, committed partnerships.

Wherever they are in the world, Brian and Cheryl always smile when they enter a hotel room with a keycard. To date, Cheryl has only used one on the wrong door once, but there's always next time.