I open my eyes after a few moments. I haven't fallen back asleep, but have used the last two minutes to relax and shut out the light of the sun, which has risen steadily, casting a bright patch creeping lower on the wall. My fingers are laced with Yuki's as we lie there, face-up, naked on her bed, silent now. Our breathing has returned to normal after the loud and vigorous activity of our frisky sex. The central air leaking out of the vents provides some comfort, but I sure could use a ceiling fan. No such accommodation in here, though, as I stare at the stark white hotel room ceiling.
You wouldn't know it by looking at my limp cock lying sideways above my thigh, but I am still incredibly aroused by the sight as I turn toward my partner: bare breasts rising and falling slightly with her breathing, the small but pronounced patch of matted dark hairs between her thighs, and a glistening, slightly crusting sheen of body fluids on her smooth, flat stomach in between.
“Well,” Yuki breaks the silence, sitting up and swinging her legs off the bed. “I need to pee again.”
“Shower time?” I laugh.
“Yes, I think so.” My eyes follow her bare ass into the bathroom, and I make myself get up and join her. “I do like your dirty, slimy sex all over me,” she says, admiring her glazed tit and abdomen in the mirror. “But, it is not work-appropriate!”
She turns on the water, and I hold her messy body into mine for some deep kisses while it warms. A minute later in the shower, we have fun peeing on each other again, hers tinkling down my legs, and mine trying to hose the cum off her skin before the warm water and our soapy hands finish the job.
We chat for the time it takes Yuki to dry and fix her hair, lotion herself, and sparingly apply her makeup. After she brushes her teeth, I make a show of brushing mine as well, of course with her toothbrush. Before too long, I'm dressed while she's still naked, out in the room, opening the closet door to retrieve one of her two large bags, selecting the day's underwear.
“Whoa, that's nice.” I offer my opinion as she presents a few choices to me, delighted to help her select a sexy lavender bra and panty set. I have a hard time deciding whether to love the lacy, delicate material for being such eye candy, or hate it for covering up the naughty bits she's been willingly sharing with me the last twelve hours.
I pull her in close, caressing her skin before she covers more of it, burying my face in her neck and breathing in deeply. “Mmmm, Yuki, you smell....” I snicker. “Like... like a lady. Mmmmm.”
“Instead of what? What did I smell like before?”
“Well, honestly...” I think she'll take this the right way. “Like a dirty slut, like our dirty sex. But I liked that, too!”
“Oh, there is still a dirty slut in here!” She laughs, pulling a bra cup away from her breast and the elastic of her panties away from her pubic mound. Then, she covers it all up with a very sensible-looking top and pair of slacks she retrieves from the hangers in the closet. As modest as the outfit is, there's something about the way those pants snugly encase her slight curves that shows off the sexy woman inside.
While she books a ride from her phone, I'm busy with mine, putting my plan into action. It would be so hot living out the rest of my life knowing I picked up and fucked a total stranger on a trip without ever seeing her again. But I also wonder if we could see each other again, if we could arrange a future rendezvous since it would be unlikely to come about naturally. So I connect to my personal VPN and get on one of those free email service sites, making myself an account I can use to stay in contact with her, if she's up for it.
Yuki is ready to go now, gathering her computer and purse. We head down to the lobby, groping each other and open-mouth kissing, for what I suspect is the last time, in the elevator.
“Well, Yuki, it's been awesome the last few hours,” I tell her as we sit and wait for her ride. “I can't tell you how much fun it's been with you.”
“Oh, I think your cock told me,” she replies, not keeping her voice down. “And your tongue.”
“When we told each other our names... we said this might not be a one-night stand if we could figure out how to keep in touch,”
“Maybe we could,” she replies, “but what do you suggest?” She taps at her phone. “In three minutes?”
I tell her to go to a free email service site and make an account, and suggest the one I used if she wants to. Smiling, she taps away at her phone, and pauses a moment to look into my eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Of course,” I smile back, logging in to my own account.
“Okay, here you are.” Yuki holds her phone up for me to see, and I snicker as I see the naughty email address she's created, saving it into the contacts in my account.
Her phone chirps, and when she looks at it, I know this is it. Her ride is here, so we get up and I walk her through the lobby and out the ornate glass doors to find the driver waiting. Opening the door for her, I admire her cute ass in her snug slacks, and give it two final firm pats, almost slaps, to guide her in. I really don't care if anyone is watching.
“Here, take this,” she says through the open window after the door is closed, handing me the third condom packet. “I hope at home you find a nice Asian lady to fuck. Remember, we are all very horny!”
“I will,” I tell her, trying to assure myself, energized with the boost of confidence that my experience with Yuki has given me. I might be able to do just that. I lean in for a kiss, tasting those soft wet lips one more time before watching the car drive off with her.
