From: nhp@aber.ac.uk (Nick Parrott)
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Subject: A Chance Encounter
Date: 14 Nov 1995 05:49:20 GMT
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 my contribution to this very enjoyable and quiet corner of the net.

 enjoy. feedback welcome and appreciated.  Article copyright 1995.



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 sisters 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 wonder back in the direction of the hotel.  They were

 walking close, like lovers, grazing each others 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 others 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 others

 bodies for the first time.  Kissing, running fingers through each

 others 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 signs 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 slide her knees under his back.  Nick noticed

 how large her breasts were, and her how 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 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 his 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

 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 others 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 days 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 a

 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.



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