A Chance Encounter MF, oral A Chance Encounter He first noticed her smiling at him as he boarded the aircraft., but he put the fleeting thought which crossed his mind down to vanity. By the time they disembarked at Budapest he'd forgotten what she looked like. But in retrieving bags from the carousel, changing money and finding out information about hotels, they'd ended up next to each other; with their bags on the same trolley. And later they'd ended up sharing the same bus from Fehringheti to the tube and then traipsed around the streets trying to follow the tiny print on the map with unfamiliar symbols. When the concierge said that there was only one room, they looked at each other, shrugged, and took it. Nothing said either way. They ended up in a little cafe around the corner from the hotel. Cheese rolls and beer was all they could get at that time of night, but they were not really hungry. Minya talked a lot about herself, her job in London, her travels around the world and her husband in Australia. Nick said little, sometimes he felt like a nodding donkey, and added appropriate comments at lulls in the conversation. Her stories were interesting, and he was in a listening mood rather than wanting to start a 'me too' conversation. And she had this fascinating accent; a combination of mid European and Australian. They wandered off into the night together, strolling through a park which led them to the Danube. There was a feeling of closeness between them which grew as they stood side by side gazing at the river. It was warm, far warmer than it would have been in London, and both felt relaxed after the traumas of the last few days of arranging a last minute break. She was on her way to see her family in Serbia, but because of the blockade had to go through a back door, and finish her journey by bus the following day. They talked about things that meant a lot to them: family, friends, careers and the struggle to make a living at something each believed in, and of course, the conflict in what remained of Yugoslavia. She had been away from home for years and knew little of what was really going on. She knew some of the hardships that her family had to endure; the pensions eroded by inflation, the queues for petrol, her sister's fiancee wounded and with only one leg after a mine blast. These were the human sides of a conflict which the world had only heard about on the news in terms of body counts, battle lines and numerous failed attempts at peace making. But underneath these stories there were a million personal accounts of changing circumstances and expectations. 'People survive and adapt. They have to'. That note seemed to bring an end to their conversation and they started to wander back in the direction of the hotel. They were walking close, like lovers, grazing each other's arms as they walked. They had known each other for less than two hours. Neither of them wanted to break the silence. Expectation hung around them like a fine mist, lingering in the air, but too ethereal for either of them to want to give it a name, in case the spell broke. Had they not been sharing the same room it might have remained unsaid and ended with a kiss in a doorway and a sleepless night for both of them. Neither remembers who broke the spell first. Did Minya ask or Nick offer? It was back in the bare room under a neon light. Nick was sat on the bed, half clothed, Minya sat in front of him, also partly disrobed. His hands rested on her back, the offer (or request) for a massage having been made. It had been a long and tiring day in buses, trains and planes. He started to work from the top of her back, at the junction of the shoulders and neck: the meeting point for stress relating aches and pains. He worked around there for a long time until her breathing became deeper and more relaxed. He then raised one of her arms, took a hand, and rotated the arm to shift the tension from her shoulders. He turned to the other one and did the same and repeated it several times until he felt the tension evaporating. He still wasn't sure whether this was a deceptively slow seduction technique and, if it was, who was in charge of it; him with his fingers digging in her back, or her with her throaty moans and arching back, which made the thought of watching her come uppermost in his mind. From her responses he was fairly sure that her body was thinking the same. Trying hard to concentrate on Minya's shoulders he moved his hands down her spine, using his knuckles to massage the vertebrae. Her sighs became deeper as he moved lower towards the bottom of her rib cage and each push of the knuckles was accompanied by a jerk and a gasp. He rested the flats of this hands on her back, and she subsided, resting her chin on the back of the chair. She turned to him smiled, thanked him and held his hand. They sat on the bed, talking, not really listening to each other's words but gazing at two hands exploring each other, roaming over the backs of each other. Passing over the back of the hands where the veins stood up, she grasped the tip of one of his fingers and squeezed it, he ran a finger into the cleft between the index and forefinger and lightly pressed on the flap of skin that lay between them. 'Come to bed with me'. Whose words were they? Were they even uttered at all? Was it just an unspoken desire that they both acted upon? They undressed themselves, too impatient to wait for each other. They commenced that most sacred ritual, the moment of spiritual intensity when two strangers begin to explore each other's bodies for the first time. Kissing, running fingers through each other's hair, exploring ears, neck and shoulders, they became lost to every worry or concern. Nick felt a gentle push on his shoulders and began to edge his way down the bed, kissing his way down her lightly tanned body, indicating his intentions by letting his fingers run ahead of where his tongue was heading. Her stomach was smooth and flat, her pubes were soft, flattened where she had been wearing panties. Her crotch smelt warm and musky and he could sense the dampness between her legs. Minya's sighs got deeper and turned into groans as he edged towards her pubic regions. He felt pleased. Few of his lovers realised how exciting it was for a man to hear the pleasure that he was giving. The intensity of sighs helped him to know if he was hitting the right spots. As he reached the bottom of her torso he felt her body move. Her feet pushed against the mattress and she arched her back to hurry him along his way. He shifted his back and teased her, grazing her clitoris with his bottom teeth and sliding his hands under her buttocks. He moved down and lifted the sheet a bit to see what was going on around him. His cock was hard and he could feel the slick, oily, patch that it had made on Minya's thigh. Her labia were dark, thick and fleshy. They were parted slightly in the middle and from here he could see into the core of her being. But it was the size of her labia that interested him, thick enough to pull away from each other with thumb and forefinger. He opened her up and blew a jet of cold air from between his pursed lips into her centre. He heard a stifled cry. He repeated this several times and felt a tremor each time. He flicked his tongue along the length of her open gap and felt a jerk. A hand descended on the back of his head and a he felt a sharp push. He moved his head up so his tongue could focus on her clitoris and let two fingers slip into her vagina. He couldn't hear what was going on anymore: Minya's thighs were clamped tight around his ears, but he could feel her body move in synch with his ministrations. When her orgasm hit, her legs spread outwards and could hear the deep moans and sighs of his new found lover. Her nails raked his neck and head and she shrieked with joy and subsided into silence and the mattress. 'Do you think anyone heard?' 'I don't care, no one has done that to me for ages. I haven't had a man for months. Anyway,' she nodded to the wall, 'it'll give them something nice to think about'. She smiled. 'Have you any condoms?'. Then she frowned 'No, let me pay you back'. She flipped off the bed, sat on the bottom, guided his hips into the air and slid her knees under his back. Nick noticed how large her breasts were, and how her nipples still stood out. His dick was shining from the pre-cum that had seeped from him earlier and as Minya's hand clasped the base of it another drop oozed to the tip and clung to the top. She repeated this several times until his helmet was wet, then pulled back his foreskin with one hand and with the other ran a finger along the underneath of the sensitive ridge. He felt his body start to spasm and she let go, put one hand out to each breast and pushed around his cock, so all he could see was the tip, sheltered by the warmth of her breasts. She ran her tongue across her lip and let her breasts move downwards, exposing the foreskin again and bringing the tip of his cock level with her mouth where her waiting tongue flicked the top of it. She started moving in a rhythm that made him feel like he was being fucked, except the contrast of the warmth of her breasts, of the cold air on his exposed foreskin and the wetness of the tongue, gave a him far more delicious and subtle range of sensations. His feet rested flat on the bed, his arse rested on her thighs. He let his hands rest above his head as if to accentuate his submission to Minya's imagination. 'I won't last long at this pace,' he murmured as he felt his balls tense. 'That's the idea. Relax. I want to see your face as you come'. With every movement of her body he felt his spine tingle, till he had to grasp the bedposts behind him to give him something to hold onto. His nose dilated and jaw dropped as he felt the orgasm about to hit him. 'Come for me,' she whispered and he felt his legs tense using his feet to push his body into the air as Minya let her breasts go and sunk her mouth over his cock to catch his orgasm in her mouth. They didn't sleep much that night. Exhausted after their lovemaking they tried to slumber, but the strangeness and heat of each others bodies and of the sounds of the new city kept sleep a distant prospect. Around four Nick shook Minya's shoulder and suggested going sightseeing, going over to Pest to see the sun rise. They had to wake the concierge on their way out before they stumbled into the warm darkness of the Budapest night. The streets were quiet but not deserted, It was that strange hour when the last of the all night revellers crossed paths with the first early morning workers. They followed the tram tracks to the river, and then the embankment along the river The moon was full, reflecting off the quiet waters of the Danube. The most impressive buildings were lit up and the sky was just starting to tint with the light of the coming dawn. Everything was so still and quiet, as if they'd found a secret world of someone else's creation, but theirs to play in for these precious few hours. The perfect time for sightseeing. And they talked and talked as they walked and held hands and sometimes just stopped to look into each other's eyes. They crossed the river, climbed the hill to the old citadel and cathedral. This is the way to see the world thought Minya, when you can catch the spirit of the place and remain blissfully unaware of the rest of the world. They spent what seemed like an age touring the ramparts of the citadel, playing hide and seek, admiring the incongruous and effective marriage between old and new where the castle and new hotel had been melded together using glass and steel girders. It was ages before they found anywhere that was open for coffee, by then they were desperate for the kick start it would give them. The streets were already filling up with early morning shoppers and the noises of the city opening. It was going to be a hot day. An old woman stopped to talk to them at the sidewalk cafe. She tried Hungarian and German, neither of which they understood. They communicated in the monosyllabic way that people with no language in common do, using sign language and smiles to cover the gaps. They found out that she was 83. When she found out Minya was Serbian she made noises like a gun and looks of disapproval. Being so old she must have seen other wars in her lifetime. When she deduced that Nick was British she starting a song that Nick didn't recognise, but with English words. He would have loved to have joined in and wondered what memories from her past that this conjured up. Minya smiled at him 'What is this effect that you have on women?' Nick, embarrassed that he was being set up, said it was us not me that drew her over. Minya had a bus to catch and another long day's travelling to get over the border and home. They dearly would have liked to make love again, but there wasn't time. There was hesitancy as Minya packed her bags. Neither of them had mentioned keeping in contact or swapping addresses. The conflicting desires to see each other again or to keep this night as a precious memory, a souvenir of how wonderful life can sometimes be raged through Nicks head. He wondered if the same thoughts were running through Minya's head, whether she had read Jong's 'Fear of Flying' and wanted to keep this as the perfect zipless fuck or whether she might like a repeat encounter, too. Hell, he thought, if we don't swap addresses we have no choice. He broached the subject and said he like to drop to by next time he was in London. Minya replied that that would be good and they swapped addresses. He helped her carry her bags to the tube, they kissed at the top of the stairs and she disappeared. He thought about her a lot that summer. There were other women that he flirted with, or whom he thought, flirted with him. But he didn't want to try. If anything happened he wanted it to happen spontaneously. But after five weeks in eastern Europe he was beginning to comfort himself more frequently with the memories of that hot summer night. When he found himself back in Budapest at the end of August, in the same hostel (though fortunately not the same room), he knew that he must see Minya again when he got back to London. He called her from the hostel lobby, said he was getting back to London in the middle of the night and asked if she wanted to see him. He arrived about one o clock, Without a lift from some fellow passengers, he wouldn't even have got back to London at all, as the last trains had left Gatwick long before he had cleared customs. They swapped stories about their summers. She had been back in London for a month now and the memories of being away already seemed distant. She'd already started a job and a college course, complained that waitressing was doing her back in. Was this a hint or what, Nick offered another massage. There was hesitation and a smile and more hesitation. There was tension in the air tonight which there hadn't been when they had first coupled. Minya said she was paranoid about her friend finding out, and also felt unfaithful, wanting someone else shortly before her husband was going to come back to their flat. But attraction proved stronger and soon they were undressed and in bed together. This time their lovemaking was furtive and secretive, when Nick's tongue slide between her legs Minya pulled a pillow over her face biting on it so as to not be heard from next door. When she came Nick felt every spasm down the spine, and guessed that she had thought of him as often over the summer as he had of her. She turned on him again with her mouth, "I don't feel so unfaithful if I don't fuck you," she said and began teasing around his rigid cock with her tongue and fingernails. 'I like this too much to care,' he replied. He couldn't remember how long her lovemaking went on for, it seemed an age, but he was so hot for her that he doubted if it really was. When she felt his buttocks clench she started teasing around the puckered lips of his anus with her small finger and he didn't know which way to turn. It was the closest he had come to an out of body experience, twice he imagined himself floating above the bed watching Minya ministrate to him, and him wriggling and squirming on the bed. When he did come he remembered to bite his lip and keep quiet, but he felt the energy flow through his spine and through the top of his head. There were fireworks and lights and whirling vortices of energy and his body was tingling all over. She leaned over him smiling, did you get there? His vacant smile told her all she needed to know, but perhaps she never knew how far he did go. Nick slept in long and late the next morning. He was still drinking coffee when Minya came back from her early shift. She was not pleased. She'd had four hours sleep the night before and done six hours waitressing and now had a three hour break before her evening job. Nick tried to placate her, making coffee, offering food, but the irritation ran deeper than that. 'How long are you staying?' she asked, and it was obvious that she expected an answer measured in hours rather than days. 'I'm going to see a friend tonight when you're working and I'll be away tomorrow ...if that's OK by you.' 'Yea, but you're sleeping on the floor tonight. Sorry, but I need my sleep and I don't want Sabrina finding out that I'm cheating on my husband.' They spent a wretched afternoon together, Nick offered to cook but Minya said she saw enough food all day. She went out again at six, muttering about needing her space and the flat needing cleaning. Nick went out shortly after at seven to catch up on friends, also passing through the city. He wished he'd made other plans for somewhere to stay, sleeping on he floor would be no fun, especially when the woman he wanted would be four foot away. When he got back there was a note from Minya on the table, telling him to be quiet when he went to bed. Her flat mate Sabrina was drinking coffee, 'Have a row last night?' 'Not really, just got in late last night, talked and kept Minya up past her bedtime.' She smiled at him, she smiled at him and he wondered how much she had guessed. They talked for a couple of hours, until well into the small hours. When Nick made his excuses to go to bed they kissed each other on the cheeks. It might just have been his vanity, but he swore that she turned her mouth towards his on the second kiss. He'd be leaving tomorrow anyway.