Chapter 2

After months of nothing from him, he still expected her to meet him now he just happened to be in London. No real explanation, just a brief "sorry for not getting back to you" — like she was just some two-bit customer, rather than someone he had seduced and had incredible sex with. Even so, Megan relented. The temptation to see him again after their first, all too short meeting 6 months ago was too strong to resist.

Daniel was sitting on a stool at the bar. The hotel was tastefully opulent, and wonderfully discreet. He had been travelling for the last 3 months on a sales tour of Southeast Asia and not thought to tell her. OK, so they had seriously hit it off when they met in Kuala Lumpur, and had a few email exchanges in the months that followed, but work and a great promotion had kicked in so hard that he had been to busy to call his own mother, let alone have the time to email a one-night-stand who was thousands of miles away. But, here he was, finally in England, having just tied up the biggest deal of his career. He even had a rare week spare in which he planned to relax. He had remembered to find the time to drop her a short email before he came out — may as well see if a little free action could be had - and as far as he could recall, she was pretty hot. He was a little surprised at her one line reply - "Hi stranger. Sure thing. 6pm Thursday, your hotel bar." - she used to write much more, but he supposed that months of silence from him could have stemmed her flow somewhat. Even so, he had dressed with more care than he thought he would for this afternoon. He eventually decided on a soft grey cashmere V-neck jumper and jeans - he knew he looked good.

Megan was late. Not that he didn't think he deserved a little tardiness. It was nearly 6.30pm and he was finishing his second bottle of beer, considering alternative plans for the evening when she walked in. He saw her immediately, and he was surprised by how much prettier she was than he remembered. She looked incredible. Shaking out an umbrella and peeling off a rain-splattered knee-length red mac, he appreciated her form - from inches high black stilettos, her shapely calves, and what looked like a rather modest knee-length black pencil skirt, until she turned to hang up her coat. The side view revealed a split up the side which didn't end until way up her thigh. His cock had already reported for duty, but as he caught a glimpse of a stocking top and she leaned over, it leapt to attention. He might not have written to her for months, but he'd thought about her, and his manhood was making it painfully obvious that it remembered their last meeting and wanted to get better acquainted. A crisp black shirt and a long string of pearls wrapped around her pretty neck complimented a tasteful amount of cleavage, and the leather folder she was carrying told him that she had probably come straight from work. Her male colleagues were lucky men indeed. She looked around as she ran a hand through her long dark hair, and finally spotted him at the bar.

Plans he had to work his charm over drinks and dinner were suddenly disappearing, and were being replaced by the raw need to get his hands on this gorgeous creature. Her walk towards him had captured the attention of every man in the bar, and he couldn't help but smile as he watched expressions change as they went from noticing this beautiful young woman, to sheer lust as the slit skirt revealed a wonderful expanse of creamy leg, and flashed a hint of lacy stocking top.

He stood (a little awkwardly) to greet her. She put her folder on the stool next to his, and stood there, just out of reach, looking him up and down. She smiled a little as their eyes met and finally took a last step towards him, closing the distance between them to nothing. One of her hands moved up to stroke the softness of his sweater that covered his bicep, and slowly worked its way up to his shoulder, across his chest, onto the skin of his throat, up the side of his face and into his hair. Her gentle, light touch sent shivers down his spine. Her hand finally came to rest on the back of his neck, and she started to move his face down to hers. Her lips were full, with a hint of lipstick, and they parted slightly as he got closer. He was drowning in her big dark brown eyes which were watching him intently. He felt her other hand on his, bringing it forward to rest on her waist.

Their lips touched. It started tentatively, a slow exploration of such anticipated territory. Her tongue flicked across his lips, darted just inside his mouth. He did the same, when she caught his tongue and began to gently suck on it. The kiss became deeper and deeper, both of them lost in it, both of them loving the taste of the other. His hands slid round her firm, sexy buttocks and pulled her in closer, pressing her body against his, her thigh pushed against his hard cock which was straining inside his jeans. His hand found the top of the slit in her skirt and he felt the smooth nylon encasing her thigh, up to the lacy band as he pushed his fingers under her skirt. Going higher, his thumb found the line of a suspender as his fingers hit warm silky skin. A jolt hit him in the pit of his stomach as he felt her skin develop goosebumps under his touch. They were so engrossed in their kissing, they were almost oblivious to the exploration of their hands.

She moved down his chest down to the end of his jumper, where she slid a cool hand underneath it, finding his bare muscled stomach, which she stroked, before moving further down his body. Almost immediately her hand touched the top of the rapidly growing bulge though his jeans. Her fingertips began to outline the shape of his throbbing, restricted cock, right down along his leg and back up the other side. Even through the stiff denim he felt every touch as if it was on his bare skin. His finger brushed her between her legs and she pushed her hips into his hand a little more. The thin covering of her little panties felt hot and silky. As he stroked more and more firmly further and further down, they quickly became damp, then wet to his touch. Still outside his jeans, she gripped his cock and started to squeeze slowly and rhythmically. He hooked a finger inside the front of her panties and brought it down between her legs where it was trapped between wet material and the skin of her expertly waxed smooth, silky wet pussy. He found her hard little clit easily, and she moaned softly into his mouth and gripped him harder as they continued to kiss. Suddenly she popped open the top button of his fly and his mind went into overdrive. He thrust a finger into her sopping pussy and could not help but delight at how tight she was, how the muscles of her cunt gripped his finger.

Suddenly she broke off and stepped back, straightening her skirt, leaving him open mouthed with his fly half undone.

She smiled at the bartender, who desperately tried to look like he hadn't been watching, and picked up her folder before turning back to say "Mmm. Lovely to see you again Daniel. Maybe this will inspire you to get in touch a little more often. Have a safe journey home."

The flush of lust on her face looked exquisite to him, particularly as he knew he put it there, but she was half way to the door before he snapped out of it. She was going to leave him here, like this! The fucking tease, he thought. In the long seconds it took him to sign for his drinks and get after her, she was already on the pavement outside where the doorman was helping her with her coat.

"Megan! Hold on! Wait up!" He burst though the door and caught up with her in a few strides. She turned and smiled at him.

"What the hell are you playing at? I thought... We were just... what's going on?"

"Sorry honey, I though it was obvious." He looked so confused that she could not be nearly as cutting as she wanted to. "Come on. Let me buy you a coffee or you're going to get soaked and freeze to death. It'll give your heads a chance to catch up with each other too." And with a glance and a smile at the rapidly shrinking bulge in his jeans, she led the way into a small café.

Over coffee, she laid into him. "Six months ago we had some pretty incredible sex but I've barely heard a word from you since. I don't make a habit of fucking complete strangers, and that was some pretty intense pillow-talk you were feeding me afterwards. You have no idea what that does to a girl. I had to assume you really had a wife, or that you thought I really had a husband. You were so confident and goddamn sexy in KL, but after promising to call me and saying you'll come and see me, I heard nothing from you. And then you expect me to meet you because you happen to be in London. I was this close to just not turning up. But I did, and seeing what just happened, that night didn't seem to far from your mind. But I'll be damned if I was going to jump straight into bed with you. I'm way too pissed off for you to get off that easily. The question is - what the hell are you playing at?"