Simon.

Simon was a 'successful' businessman in his thirties, but not conventional in his style and appearance. It was not affectation, but the belief that he was entitled to look and behave as he wished, just like anyone else; it had led him to great success without compromising his principles. He had earned a great deal of money through sustainable, ethical businesses, but ploughed a lot of his profit back into caring for those less fortunate. He believed that it was diversity which fueled innovation and success, whereas uniformity stultified corporate thinking, and ultimately led to catastrophic failure.

He travelled the world in search of original ideas, and original people. In his mind, it was essential to meet people face to face, in their own environments; he used hi-tech comms, of course, but he would never dream of hiring (or firing) someone, without meeting with them personally. He was a very good judge of character and sincerity.

Simon had had many female admirers, and not only attracted by his wealth; he was a tall and conventionally handsome man, and with his easy manner and winning smile, he made friends very quickly and easily.

His serious relationships had never lasted longer than a year at most, because he had never felt the magical spark he was seeking from a lifelong partner. He had managed all these break-ups with care and consideration for his partner, and had remained good friends with almost all of them. Some had gone on to marry, and chose not to remain in contact, but others remained close and sometimes claimed 'benefits'.

Rachel.

Rachel was very similar to Simon in many ways. She was a successful, highly-paid professional, of Chinese background, who also travelled internationally on business, but cared for her parents and sisters at home in Singapore. They were her top priority and she would do anything for them.

Her language skills were impressive; she was completely fluent in English (more so than many residents of England!), and in Mandarin which was commonly used at her family home.

She did not have much time for romantic relationships, but her close family was constantly pressing her to find a partner and 'settle down'. Like Simon, she had had a number of relatively-brief relationships (certainly more than her family were aware of) but could never form a committed long-term bond. She had explored one or two relationships with other women, and though they had been enjoyable experiences, she was committedly heterosexual.

She was free-thinking and intelligent, and a good judge of character, she thought. Her first impressions were usually borne out when she got to know someone more deeply.

She was a very beautiful young woman, in her late twenties, with long, straight brown hair, a small mouth with pouting lips, and deep, dark eyes which captured the attention at first, but no man could ignore her trim, shapely body, especially when she was so stylishly dressed, and moved so sinuously. It was all completely natural, not an affected manner.

She favoured tight silk sheath dresses, which showed her small breasts, trim waist and tight ass to best advantage. She 'dressed to kill' like this when she socialised, but was equally at home in a relaxed, casual style day-to-day, or when travelling.

The Meeting of Minds.

Both Simon and Rachel were seasoned travellers, and neither could bear the thought of travelling in 'Economy' (or 'Cattle Class'!) for the non-stop 15 hour flight from Singapore to London. On the other hand, though both were well-off, they refused to pay the extortionate sums asked for 'Business' Class (more than six times the Economy Class).

They had both settled for 'Premium Economy' (at less than half the cost of 'Business'), which gave them more space and comfort, without being too lavish. Seats were wider, and more comfortable, with only two seats side-by-side, in a smaller, quieter section of the aircraft, and other extras like higher quality meals and a free bar. Neither of them was going to over-indulge on such a long flight... that was a mistake both had made before, and had regretted!

Like most solo travellers, both were a little nervous about whom they would be seated with for the next 15 hours! They both had noise-cancelling headphones to use, and eye-shades of course, but they hoped, at least, to be sharing space with someone intelligent and 'easy on the eye', of whatever sex. The last thing they wanted was to be trapped alongside a loud, boorish bigot.

Simon was delighted when he followed Rachel into the aircraft; she was dressed casually, but her shapeliness was apparent from behind, and when she turned and caught his eye, he was enchanted by her beauty, and the smile she flashed up at him.

Rachel was equally delighted when she saw a tall, handsome man, also casually dressed, and with long hair curling to his shoulders, follow her down the aisle to their neighbouring seats. Her smile was returned, with twinkling blue eyes.

They took their seats, Rachel by the window, and settled down for the long haul by introducing themselves. Each of them privately looked forward to learning more about their travelling companion; it would be an even longer journey, if in silence.

Once they had got through all the take-off procedures, and that slightly nervous thrust up to cruising altitude, they relaxed fully. The conversation was polite and, of course, uncontroversial to begin with; their reasons for travelling, their home towns, their occupations, and their family history.

It turned out that both had been in London at the same time, over several years, while Rachel studied there, but that was after Simon had graduated, and had started his business life. Rachel had then gone home to Singapore for family reasons, but kept close business connections in the UK. On this trip, she had to spend the week visiting clients in various cities, before heading straight back home again. It would be an exhausting tour for her.

They each found the other very easy to talk to, and encouraged each other with smiles and nods and flashes of humour, causing Rachel to giggle frequently. Simon could clearly hold an entertaining conversation, and Rachel soon found herself as enraptured as Simon had been by his very first glimpse of her. Their conversation became more and more flirtatious, fueled by his light humour, and her natural openness. The natural affinity between them was clear and they both felt relaxed.

They did not physically touch until food and drink was delivered to them later, and then only by accident. Their hands touched as trays and glasses were passed, and a spark of static jumped between them, causing Simon to apologise. His apology amused Rachel greatly, and she grasped his hand firmly, to reassure him. That first touch broke down another barrier between them.

It was clear that they were compatible, and the prospect of spending, by now, another twelve hours or so together was not so daunting; in fact it was enervating. They exchanged views on many political, philosophical and controversial issues, and found no serious conflicts of belief. They shared much in terms of world view and attitude.

They both knew that they had to adjust in advance to their destination time-zone, and had already changed their personal watches to London time. The task now was to trick their bodies into alignment, and frequent short naps were usually recommended. They agreed to co-ordinate their periods of sleep, to avoid any danger of disturbing each other. Just the thought of sleeping side by side stirred their souls, and perhaps stirred something more in Rachel.

They did give way to having one strong drink each, before their first scheduled doze (Vodka for Simon and Martini for Rachel), then Rachel asked Simon to make way for her to visit the bathroom. Of course, he did so, but in the process, they had to squeeze quite closely together, and Simon inhaled her aroma as they passed; she had to turn her back to him, and her pert ass brushed against his groin.

Maybe he imagined the little wiggle as she did so?

That thought aroused him in her absence, and when she returned to her seat, she smiled rather provocatively, he thought, as she turned her back to him again and squeezed past. This time, he was convinced that she paused briefly, and made more than necessary contact; her ass dwelt in prolonged pressure against him, and she must have felt his arousal, he thought.

Indeed she had, and it had stimulated her own arousal, which was already building.

Once back in her seat, she smiled at him and reclined her seat, drawing a comfortable quilt over her body. Simon did the same, and they lay side by side, hardly daring to breathe, but both knowing that they wanted to touch, that they needed to touch.

She whispered to him, and her sensual words confirmed her awareness that he was aroused. “You seem very... energised, Simon.” she said. “Do you think you will sleep? I want to, but... I'm not sure I will be able. Might you help me?”

In her trip to the bathroom, she had removed her panties and loosened her clothing. She reached beneath Simon's quilt to take his hand and boldly guided it beneath hers, where she led his fingers amongst her loose skirts, to feel the dampness of her arousal.

Of course, he did not resist her initiative, and breathed “Of course, Rachel,” into the beautiful shell of her ear. She smiled encouragement at him and he was thrilled by her trust in him.

Her own hands were both playing with her small breasts, squeezing them and pinching her erect nipples forcefully, while he played with her one-handedly under her quilt, the other gently stroking his cock. He wanted to keep his focus on her pleasure, rather than his own.

He teased her inner thighs from knee to pussy, feeling her damp lips swelling and parting more with each gentle stroke. He closed his eyes and relied on his fingers, like a blind man, feeling his way.

She slumped down in her seat and angled her hips to give him easier access. Her breathing was becoming heavier now, as Simon's middle finger penetrated her cunt, while his thumb circled and played with her swollen clit.

Simon was trying to maintain his composure as the flight attendant passed back and forth. He was sure she suspected (or knew?) what was going on, and had probably seen it happen many times before, but she certainly seemed to be hovering near their seats, and observing closely.

Rachel's hips were rocking against his hand and he could tell that she was approaching a climax soon. He whispered that the attendant was nearby, and Rachel brought one hand out from under the quilt, forcing the knuckles into her mouth to suppress her moans and groans, while Simon's fingers forced deeper inside her, again and again.

Suddenly, her hips stopped moving, and she gave a series of short, breathless grunts. Simon felt her cunt grip tightly on his fingers, while her face contorted in what seemed like agony, and she bit even harder on her knuckles. Her hips writhed against his hand, willing his fingers deeper than ever.

The attendant paused in passing, and smiled at Simon as she noted Rachel in the throes of her silent orgasm, but she diplomatically made no comment. Her presence distracted Simon a little, and he did not cum fully, though there was some leakage.

Simon and Rachel both slumped into fitful sleep, but it seemed like no time at all before the cabin lights rose again and the 'evening meal' was in service.

Rachel seemed a little bashful about her behaviour, and coyly said she needed the bathroom again, “to freshen up.” Simon made way for her, and when she returned, he visited the bathroom himself, to clean up the leakage of cum he had experienced earlier. He inhaled her scent from his fingers, before he washed his hands.

Neither of them spoke explicitly about what had happened between them, but their eyes flashed messages of contentment. All barriers between them were down, and no words were necessary now.

The meal was served, with knowing looks and subtle winks from the attendant. She was an attractive blonde, with blue eyes matching Simon's, and he found it rather exciting that she almost certainly knew what he and Rachel had been up to. He thought she had probably found it exciting too, and had probably shared her observations with her colleagues.

Nevertheless, the meal was served, complete with wine and coffee, and they were advised to sleep again, before 'breakfast' and arrival in London. Simon asked what arrangements Rachel had made for arrival in London, and what her immediate plans were.

When he discovered that she would have to find a cab, he said “No, no, Rachel. I have a car and driver waiting for me. I insist we should take you to your hotel!”

That offer was gratefully accepted, of course.

Later, when the cabin lights dimmed again, Rachel snuggled up as close as possible, saying, “I think I should return the favour now, don't you, Simon?” He made a half-hearted effort to say that that was not necessary, but his balls were still aching with the only-partial release he had managed when Rachel had orgasmed. She grinned and said, “Just lie back when the lights go down, Simon!”

When they did, Rachel showed the skills of a contortionist to kneel sideways on her own seat, while remaining covered by her quilt, and reached under Simon's to unbutton him. Her head soon followed under his quilt, and he heard moans of appreciation as she pulled his hard, thick cock from his jeans. She could not see clearly, of course, but she could obviously tell that he was hard and well endowed.

Now it was Simon's turn to feign calmness, while Rachel sucked the swollen head of his cock with gusto, and stroked his long shaft firmly, lubricated with her saliva. Her head began bobbing up and down on him, making the quilt rise and fall rhythmically over his groin. Rachel was nowhere to be seen, but appeared only as a quilt-covered mound on her seat.

Simon thought it was no accident that the blonde attendant suddenly appeared alongside him. She noted the rise and fall in the covering quilt, of course, and smiled, then teased him by standing there and asking him if everything was to his satisfaction. He could only nod! She grinned widely, then moved on saying, “Enjoy the flight, Sir!”

It was partly that encounter which pushed Simon over the edge, and Rachel felt his balls tighten as his suppressed cum suddenly flooded up his cock to spurt forcefully inside her small mouth, She tightened her grip on his balls, and on his shaft, and her small mouth sealed tightly around the head, while he pumped spurt after spurt to the back of her throat. She remained clamped tightly over him until his ejaculation subsided, and she swallowed every drop, including the last few dribbles she milked from him as his erection slowly softened.

When Simon could breathe again, Rachel's flushed and beaming face emerged, and she immediately planted a sticky kiss on his lips. It turned into a passionate, tasty kiss for both of them, before they repositioned to lie alongside each other in their respective seats.

They only had time to mutter 'Thank you' to each other, before the food, the drink, the sex and their bodily confusion over the real time of day led them both to fall deeply asleep.

It seemed like no time at all before they were woken, in a slightly befuddled state, by the smiling blonde attendant, who was serving 'breakfast'. She grinned at them both and said, “I hope you slept well, Sir, Madam? It will be time to land in London soon, but you may need this breakfast to recover your strength for a full day ahead!”

When they disembarked, two or three female flight attendants gathered at the exit. Simon could see them whispering conspiratorially as they approached, and the blue-eyed blonde licked her lips as she said, “We all hope you had a good flight, Sir!”

They both struggled from the plane together, down endless corridors, through lengthy queues and immigration checks, before they reached the baggage reclaim area. While they waited, Simon called his driver to say they would soon be ready, and warn him that they would have an extra passenger and bags, to be dropped off at a central hotel.

When they emerged into a predictably grey and wet lunchtime in London, Simon's car was already waiting, and his driver loaded their bags, while Simon and Rachel slid into the back seat together.

Rachel gave details of her hotel, five-star of course, and they chatted while they were driven slowly through the heavy traffic.

It seemed that Rachel would be travelling the country from the next day onwards, and only briefly pass through London again in a week's time, to return to Singapore. It was unlikely that they could meet up again in that time, so Rachel offered Simon lunch and drinks at her hotel, as thanks for getting her there safely, and of course for his company on the flight.

Simon accepted enthusiastically, and asked his driver to drop them both at her hotel, but to take Simon's own luggage on to his apartment by the river. He would take a cab home later, he thought.

And so, they both arrived at a luxurious London hotel. Simon waited in the lobby while Rachel checked in, then they discussed lunch. Both felt that they had eaten too much, and too often, during the flight, and that drinks with a snack would be best. They knew that their bodies were still a little confused by the timeshift and needed to adjust.

Rachel wanted to go to her room to freshen up and change. She wanted Simon to see her in all her finery, rather than just the loose, casual clothes she wore for the journey. So she disappeared, leaving Simon in the corner of the bar, but promising to return quickly.

When she did return, in a stunning silk sheath of a dress, Simon was astonished that she could be even more beautiful than he had already thought. But she was!

Not only Simon's eyes followed her across the bar- everyone was captivated by the shimmering colours and lights reflected by her calf-length dress, glittering and shining as she undulated across the floor towards him, on her high heels. The thigh-high slit was necessary for her to be able to walk. He was open-mouthed at her vivacious glamour, and had to swallow hard before he could even speak.

All eyes followed her all the way to his table. She had not only changed her clothes, but had refreshed her make up, and her skin glowed with health. Her lips were now bright red, matching her nails, and her long hair shone as it flowed down below her shoulders.

When she perched on a stool beside him, all he could say was, “Rachel, you are the most beautiful being I have ever seen! I am so lucky to have met you, and so unexpectedly. We must make sure we keep in contact. I would never forgive myself if I lost touch with you.”

She nodded silent agreement, but he could see her mind working furiously behind that beautiful face. She was considering her options, but she had professional commitments to travel on the next day.

They sat in the corner of the bar and ordered Vodka (straight over ice) and a Martini, while they relaxed and continued chatting- about anything and everything. Simon confessed his belief that the flight attendants had spotted their indiscretions, and Rachel blushed and giggled. Time flew by, and more drinks were downed, until both of them felt rather overwhelmed by tiredness.

Rachel said, “Simon, I think I need to go to my room, but I don't want you to go yet. Will you join me... please? I can order some food to my room for us.”

“I would love to, Rachel,” said Simon, “I can go back to my apartment whenever you want me to go, as long as I know how to contact you again.”

All eyes in the bar followed them again, as she swayed sinuously in front of Simon, flashing one elegant leg with every step, leading him towards the elevator. All the men wished they were him, and all the women wished they were her.

The Meeting of Bodies.

Simon and Rachel behaved impeccably as they walked through the lobby, and took a crowded elevator to the top floor of the hotel. If he had not been thinking of Rachel, he might have marvelled at the views across London, but he had her on his mind, of course.

She led him to her room, and as soon as the door closed behind him, she quickly turned to wrap herself around him, and looked up to kiss him deeply. Her lips were luscious and full, and her tongue danced around his. Her dark eyes were deep pools, and Simon dived in.

Simon knew Rachel had the skills of a contortionist, from her performance on the flight, but in the bar, he had wondered how she had got into the super-tight dress without help. Now it was his task to get her out of it.

His hands roamed over the beautiful silk sheath which she was wrapped in, searching for a way in, but fully enjoyed the sensual pleasure of feeling her taut body as she writhed under his touch. She led his hand to a concealed zip under one arm, and he grinned as he slowly drew it down to meet the thigh-high slit in her dress. Even when undone, the dress still clung to her body, it was so tight.

He had never seen her naked body, of course, and when she wiggled and wriggled to peel the dress away, he had images of a snake shedding its colourful skin, to emerge as a new being.

First, her small breasts emerged, topped with dark, compact circles and hard erect nipples standing out from the centres. They were firm and strong, demanding to be squeezed between thumb and fingers, but Simon resisted while she continued the revelations.

She rolled the silky dress down over her belly, and her long hair fell forward to tickle her nipples, as she paused with the dress around her hips. Looking Simon proudly in the eye, she eased the dress over her hips and ass, and he gasped as it finally fell to the floor around her feet. She was wearing nothing under her dress at all, just the most beautiful shapely body, with a small tuft of deep black hair crowning her mound, with glimpses of her dark pussy lips, wet and shining between her thighs.

Simon was in awe of her beauty, and simply stood there, admiring every detail of her body.

“Your turn, Simon!” giggled Rachel as she stood before him, rocking her hips from side to side.

“I'm afraid I can't compete!” said Simon. “I am still in the same casual clothes we travelled in.”

“Oh, that doesn't matter,” said Rachel, “ but I would like to see your cock in all its glory... I've only felt and sucked it under the quilt so far, but I'd like to admire you out in open view.”

Simon felt a little self-conscious; he was not a natural 'stripper', and did not attempt to 'perform', but unbuttoned his shirt and jeans quickly, after kicking off his loose shoes. He was, of course, fully erect, and the head of his cock emerged above the elastic waist of his briefs, to a quick round of applause from Rachel.

“Mmm, Simon,” she said, “may I remove those for you?”

She dropped to her knees in front of him and gripped the elastic waistband at each hip, to roll his briefs down. As she did so, his cock remained standing vertically in front of her. “Wow,” she said, “you felt... big...” she said, “but I love how thick and firm you are. I think we are going to have fun this evening, don't you!?”

She reached out to run a sharp red fingernail down the full length of Simon's cock from the tip to his balls, spreading the bead of pre-cum which had already emerged.

Now they both stood facing each other, totally naked, and Simon could not resist pulling her close to him, his cock pressing high up her belly, and her hard nipples pressing into his chest. She reciprocated by wrapping her arms around him, and squeezing him tighter than ever.

Simon looked down into her beautiful dark eyes, and said, “We only have one night here before you travel on, Rachel. We must make sure that we make the most of the time we have, so what would you most like to add to our experiences on the flight?”

Rachel looked up at him, and said, “Well, I gave you a blow job, entirely in the dark, and you used your fingers to get me off. I'm hoping that your mouth and tongue are as skilled as your fingers, Simon! And of course, I want to get that gorgeous cock inside me, if I can, but are you happy to prepare me with your mouth and fingers before I do? Not all men like to go down on their partner.”

“So I'm told,” said Simon, “but believe me, there's nothing I like better than the taste and scent of a willing, wet pussy! Just lie back on the edge of the bed, and you will have to judge for yourself whether I am skilled or just an amateur! Do you want to find out now?”

Rachel laughed heartily, and flung herself back onto the bed, raising her knees and spreading her feet wide apart. She was definitely open and willing!

Simon knelt on the floor, and placed the palms of his hands on the insides of her knees, pressing them gently outwards as his palms slid slowly, agonisingly slowly, down her soft inner thighs. When they reached the dampness which had spread from her pussy, he paused, and his thumbs lightly traced the line of her pussy lips, from back to front, time and again.

She wriggled impatiently down the bed towards him and he responded by parting her dark outer lips with his thumbs, running them back and forth until her outer pussy stayed open. She jumped and squeaked when his tongue probed between her pinker, inner lips and licked full length to part them too. He could see the darker well of her cunt now, the source of her slick wetness, and the bright red erect clit throbbing like a beacon between her dark lips; it was firm and quite lengthy, like her hard nipples.

Rachel wanted to grasp Simon's head and force him against herself, but also wanted to give him the freedom to prove himself, so she occupied her hands by squeezing her breasts, and rolling and pinching her nipples hard. Combined with Simon's attentions below, she began shuddering with pleasure.

Simon probed her cunt with his tongue, circling it firmly inside her, then licked up to her clit, while one long finger slipped inside her. She was startled when he curled his finger up inside her, massaging her inner walls with his fingertip, and simultaneously clamped his mouth over her clit, to suck it deep between his lips and flick it rapidly with his tongue.

Rachel groaned with building passion, and her hips began to rock back and forth, pressing against Simon's mouth, lips, tongue and fingers, while she squeezed and pinched her nipples quite ferociously. Simon had now squeezed two fingers inside her tight cunt and plunged them in and out of her, pressing the inner spots where he had felt her react to his touch.

Their pace increased as did the forcefulness of Simon's fingers and mouth, until Rachel squealed and let go of her breasts, grabbing his head and holding him still, forcing him hard against her, while her body began to shake. Her tremors grew and grew, and Simon could feel her cunt gripping his fingers rhythmically, squeezing and milking them as though it were his cock.

She reached a loud climax, shouting out and squirming on the bed; it seemed that she wanted to escape from his touch, but at the very same time wanted him to continue!

Soon, though, she flopped loosely back on the bed and gasped over and over again, as her quivering pussy calmed and her tremors subsided. She was exhausted, it seemed.

Simon stood, in every sense, at the end of the bed.

When Rachel glanced down between her spread-eagled legs, she gasped in what seemed like horror, as she saw his throbbing hard cock pointing to the ceiling.

“Oh God, Simon” she said, “I don't know whether I can take that now!”

“I'm sure you can!” said Simon, “there won't be a better time. Just roll over and lift your ass, and wriggle back towards me.”

Rachel did as she was asked, and groaned loudly as she felt the hard length of Simon's cock press against her ass, and he squeezed her small tight cheeks around it.

He slid easily in the wetness between her cheeks, up and down, up and down, then paused.

“It is time now,” said Simon, and Rachel groaned as she felt him locate the swollen head of his cock in the trembling opening of her cunt. She stayed as still as she could, relying on Simon to proceed carefully, and so he did.

He was well aware of her sensitivity so soon after her orgasm, and squeezed himself very slowly inside her. She felt every inch penetrate her and stretch her wide open as he slowly progressed. She wondered when it would come to an end, but as she felt his cock press against her cervix, and his belly squeeze against her clenched ass, she knew that at last, he was fully embedded inside her.

He stayed like that for a few moments and folded forward to kiss her between the shoulder blades, then grasped her shoulders to pull her firmly back against him, but he could not get a millimetre further inside her.

He whispered, “Are you ready to be fucked, now, Rachel?”

She could only groan and wriggle against him, anticipating that first deep hard thrust to come, but first he had to slowly withdraw until she could feel the head of his cock hovering between her pussy lips, ready to plunge inside her.

When he did, she screamed at the first stroke, crashing inside her, stretching her in every way. She did not have the breath to scream again, at the second, third and fourth thrusts, which followed rapidly. Then he slowed a little, allowing her to catch up and breathe in sync with his strokes. They fell into a rhythm, and as he thrust into her, she began to thrust back against him, feeling his belly slap against her wet ass with every stroke.

He began to groan with each thrust and she responded with her own groans, as both began to speed up again. It was clear that their joint climax was imminent, and Rachel felt the swelling of Simon's cock as his orgasm approached. She reached back between her legs to feel his tight swollen balls as the moment approached.

When it did, Simon roared and Rachel squealed as cum flooded up his shaft and pulsed deep inside her; he gripped her hips and held her firmly against his belly, while he filled her to overflowing, then folded over her back again.

After the moment passed, they both collapsed on the bed, Rachel flattened beneath Simon's weight, and still interlocked, with softening wetness between them.

Eventually, they rolled apart and lay alongside each other. Their smiles said everything; words were not necessary. They were both overwhelmed with tiredness, and fell into a deep sleep.

Apart from everything else, their bodies were still confused about the time of day, but at least they were confused in a coordinated way, and both woke an hour or so later, feeling refreshed.

They lay and smiled happily at each other, before they remembered that their time together was limited, and decided to share a shower to recover themselves. They did not know whether it was day or night, and to be honest, neither of them cared any more; they just wanted to enjoy every moment they had together.

The shower, of course, was a luxurious and spacious one.

They soaped and washed each others bodies carefully, and of course, Simon's cock responded to Rachel's attention. She dropped to her knees under the shower spray, and the water bounced from her head while she teased his cock with her hard nipples, running each one the full length from his balls to the head. She tried to squeeze him between her breasts, but laughed and said, “Its no good! I'm just not big enough to do that for you, Simon!”

He laughed too and drew her to her feet, hugging her close. He turned off the shower and their bodies quickly dried in the warm bathroom, while they pressed against each other. The top of her head only reached Simon's chin, and she looked up at him again.

She reached for a bottle of moisturiser, and smeared some over his cock, saying, “I need you to be well-lubricated, Simon, if you're going to fuck me again. You are, aren't you?”

Simon grunted and reached down to cup her ass in his hands, and lifted her bodily against himself. She quickly realised what he intended, and wrapped her arms around his neck, while his cock slid down her belly, then sprang out between her legs when she wrapped her thighs around his hips. She clung to him like a limpet, and kissed him passionately.

Neither of them had a hand free to guide his cock, but it seemed to need none; it found its target like a guided missile, and the head slid between her silken pussy lips.

Simon gently lowered Rachel onto his hard cock, and she gasped as it penetrated her to the fullest depth. Her weight pressed her down naturally onto him, and she clung tightly to his body with her arms, legs and cunt.

Slowly and carefully, Simon stepped from the shower, supporting Rachel's ass with his hands and his cock. She squeaked with every step, as the pressure of his body on her swollen clit sent waves of pleasure throughout her body. She was almost in a trance, luxuriating in the complex feelings of being suspended on and by his cock.

He carried her from the bathroom to the bedroom, every step inducing a tremor in Rachel's pussy, while their mouths interlocked and their tongues danced with each other.

He paused by the mirror, so that Rachel could see herself impaled upon him, and she shuddered with passion at the sight, but all she could do was to rock her hips slightly. He turned and carried her to the large window, wondering whether she wanted anyone else to see too.

He rested her against the glass and she felt the shock of the cold evening in London, and squealed. Her body was pressed against the cold glass, partly supporting her, and Simon was able to move slightly in and out of her, but movement was limited, and their situation was a little precarious.

“Dammit, Simon. Take me to bed! Take me now...” she shouted.

And Simon did as he was told.

He carried her to the end of the bed and when his knees touched the mattress, he toppled forwards, to land on top of Rachel. She screamed at the shock as his hard cock was forced even further inside her, before Simon could back away a little. He was afraid he might bruise her internally, but once the initial shock had subsided, she pulled him to her again, with her legs around his hips.

She gasped and moaned beneath him, able now to wriggle herself against him and wring the maximum pleasure from their entwinement. Despite the position they were in, this could not be called 'vanilla' sex!

She loosened the grip of her legs, allowing Simon to withdraw a little, and begin to thrust into her. He raised his body on his arms and moved steadily, slowly, deeply in and out of her; the only real physical contact between them was between his cock and her cunt. Both focused their attention there, and took exquisite pleasure from every smooth inch sliding in and out, again and again.

Rachel began to feel an urgency to reach a conclusion, though, and wrapped her legs and arms around him again, pulling his body down against hers, and starting to rock her hips in counter to his thrusts. She controlled the pace now, and her body demanded that he speed up and become more forceful.

Simon lowered himself onto her body, so she felt his full weight, while his hips slammed against hers, faster and faster, harder and harder. Their breathing co-ordinated naturally, until they were both gasping for breath; Simon's thrusts were forcing the air out of her body now, and there was little time to breathe in again, before his next thrust slammed into her.

She dug her nails into Simon's back and he felt her trembling beneath him, becoming an earthquake. He could not hold back any longer, and Rachel did not want him to. With three or four final strokes, hard and fast, he stopped deep inside her, and she squealed as she felt him pump his cum into her, through his thick, throbbing cock.

Simon collapsed onto her, and they almost merged into a single being; “the beast with two backs”.

When their groans and shivers subsided, Simon rolled aside, and his cock left her with a slight 'pop' as his cum flowed from her open cunt; she felt so empty now!

They realised that the darkness of night had descended now, and fell deeply asleep again. When they woke, it would be their final morning before Rachel had to leave.

They both woke quite early, feeling sticky, and kissed lightly; it was clear that another shower was in order, and Rachel ordered breakfast to be delivered to the room while they cleaned each other. They dwelt so long over that pleasure, that Rachel had to throw on a gown to answer the door, allowing a trolley laden with breakfast to be wheeled into the room.

Rachel was hungry and could not resist starting breakfast while Simon finished showering. He joined her, and over breakfast, they discussed what to do. There was no escaping from the fact that this was their last morning together; Rachel had to travel on, and Simon would have had to go home for a change of clothes anyway. He was still dressed as he had been on the flight.

They hugged and kissed, and both became aroused again, but knew they only had an hour or two before Rachel would have to leave. Simon asked if Rachel had any unfulfilled dreams they could resolve in their last hours.

Rachel looked down, and said, “Simon, everything we have done together has been a dream! You have been a most wonderful lover, and I hope we will somehow come together again in the future, but I do have a final request before we part.”

Simon was intrigued, and asked her to elaborate.

She tipped her head to one side, and smiled coyly up at him. “Well,” she said, “you have been in control of everything so far- and it has been wonderful!- but I would like to be in control myself, for a change. Some men might not like that, but I think you are mature enough to enjoy it. I promise I will be gentle with you!” she laughed.

“I can't think of anything more delightful!” said Simon, and cast his bathrobe aside, to lie face up on the bed. It was clear that his cock was already prepared for whatever lay ahead!

Rachel grinned and also cast her robe aside as she approached him.

She knelt alongside him, and traced her sharp red nails down his chest, over his belly, and back up the length of his cock, which jerked upwards as her fingertip left him.

“I've always wanted to do this, Simon!” she said as she swung one leg over his chest, while facing his feet.

He felt her wet pussy against his chest, and she wiggled herself to spread her swollen lips open. Then she slid wetly upwards, before lifting herself above his face, and towering over him.

Her open, dripping pussy was only inches above his face, and he watched as a drip gathered from her cunt and fell to his open mouth... he licked his lips and relished the taste. Slowly, Rachel lowered herself over him, until she felt his extended, flickering tongue touch her pussy.

That first touch sent a lightning bolt through her body, and she responded by dropping herself fully onto Simon's waiting mouth. His arms and hands were pinioned to his sides by her thighs while she ground herself against him, sliding her pussy back and forth across his mouth, jolting every time he managed to probe her cunt with his tongue, or suck her erect clit inside his mouth. She had full control of where his mouth played, and she used that control to her maximum pleasure.

Simon had to remain calm, and breathe steadily, or he might have suffocated from the pressure she placed on him, but it was a delight to taste, scent and probe her just as she wanted. From the noises she was making, she was just as delighted as he was!

After a little while, she flopped forwards, with her small breasts pressing their hard nipples into his belly. He could see nothing but Rachel's pussy and ass above him, but now he felt her lips wrap around the head of his cock again, and work their way slowly down the shaft towards his balls.

She was at the perfect angle to take all of him, but halfway down, she gagged as his cock touched the back of her throat, and withdrew a little.

Simon decided to focus on the task in front of him, and licked, sucked and nibbled at the swollen pussy above him, while Rachel pondered what to do next.

She decided to have another attempt to swallow him whole, and Simon felt the head of his cock engage with her throat as she bore down on him steadily, breathing through her nose. When she swallowed, he felt her throat grasp his cock, and she massaged the swollen head inside her throat with micro-movements. She could not keep him there for long though, and suddenly withdrew him with a great gasp for air.

That same movement pressed her pussy urgently against his mouth, and she swiped herself rapidly back and forth over him, before freezing still for a trembling moment.

She lifted herself slightly, and said, “God, Simon, that was so exciting! Now I just have to fuck you!”

With her recognised skill as a contortionist, she deftly swung her body around to face him. She took his wrists firmly in her hands, to hold them above his head, and slid down his body until he felt his cock engage with her wet pussy, then lock inside the opening to her cunt.

She rocked back and forth a little, each time taking a little more of his cock inside her, then angled her hips to hold his hard cock vertical between her thighs. She looked down into his face, and smiled, then suddenly forced herself down to impale her body on him. She screamed as she did so, and all Simon's breath was forced from his body.

There was no prolonged thrusting this time; she remained impaled deeply on him, and simply wriggled her hips against him until she came, and caused him to cum with the pulsing of her pussy muscles trying to suck him even further inside her. They both shook uncontrollably with their joint release, until every ounce of cum was spent.

Rachel collapsed over Simon, and simply said, “Thank you!” before falling into a doze on top of him.

They woke in the same position, then rolled apart.

They looked at each other and knew the time had finally come to part. It was a difficult moment for both, but they composed themselves enough to accept that they would not see each other again, before Rachel had to return to Singapore.

There were tears, of course, but Simon tried to play the strong, male character even though he felt equally bereft.

The only salvation, in these modern times, was that they could exchange contact details and be able to talk, or even see each other online whenever possible. Distance was a physical barrier, but not an emotional one, and they happily imagined meeting again in the near future, perhaps, next time, in Singapore?