Unexpected encounter, Part 1: Kindred spirits

Another few moments silence occurred.
'Would you like a hand?' I shot a glance at her two hold alls.
'I'll manage' she reassured me.
'I'm about to head up anyway.'
'A gentlemen,' she said with a soft smile.

We got to our feet and I decided to give her my laptop case so that I could take both of her bags. It wasn’t so much their weight as their bulk that made them awkward to carry. The lifts were busy with large groups of people coming and going, so the stairs looked to be less of a hassle. By the time we climbed a couple of flights, she was now carrying her pink coat over her arm, it had become simply too hot to wear. As she went ahead of me to open the doors to the next corridor, I couldn't help but stare at her shapely bum. The jacket had made her look dumpy, but now that I saw her better, her figure was surprisingly nice.

I felt that having talked to her before, even if most of it was just work related stuff, it made me comfortable with her. We kept talking about random stuff as we walked up the stairs, but everything seemed to lead to relationships... or rather our lack of them.

As we got to the floor where our rooms were, she pushed open one of the double doors and let me carry the bags through. In the bar outside reception, all I could smell was the hint of cigarette smoke coming out of everyone's clothes. But now... as I walked past her, I could smell the sweet vanilla of her perfume. It was subtle and not so strong as to be sickly. There was something else that I could smell along with it, something that I liked but just didn't know what it was.

We were almost there, Louisa started fumbling for her key, she opened the door and glided inside with a twirl. It was only once I got in with her bags that she turned on the light. The room was a mirror image of mine, I kind of liked this way around better for some reason. Maybe the bed was placed more like my own bed in my room back home, or maybe something else entirely. I had a funny thing about feeling it easier to sleep when the bed was facing in a certain direction.
'Just put the bags down there,' she said softly as she nodded so the wall.

I put them down gently, in case there was anything important inside them.

'Thank you so much,' Louisa winced. Jack didn’t know how far she’d had to walk today, but I got the impression that it had been a lot. After being at a wedding late into the night then having to travel the next morning anyone would be tired.
'It's no problem,' I replied. 'It actually feels kind of good to do something physical, I always feel like I have to be doing something. I hate sitting still when I'm not actually tired.’

Every smile she had given to me was so genuine; it felt good to make her smile. Louisa threw her coat across a chair and immediately reached down to take off her heels. She released the first easily, but as she struggled with the strap of the second she stumbled, making a small noise as she did so.

Reaching out, I tried to stop her from falling. I caught her by her arm without having to grip her so tightly that I'd hurt her. She stumbled up against me but it was the sensation of her breasts pushing against my body that sent a strange surge through my whole body. I looked down at where our bodies made contact. Being much shorter now without her heels, she looked up with an embarrassed grin, her head half resting on my shoulder. She caught my eyes staring at her at the very moment that I was looking at her breasts that were squished up against me.
'They are real if that's what you're wondering,' she tried to embarrass me.

I had to swallow hard before even thinking about replying. 'Do you usually use them for attacking people?' I countered.

We were both blushing like crazy, I could see the redness in her face and I could feel my own burning. She stepped away and brushed her fingers through her hair. Louisa then exhaled a deep and nervous breath. As she stepped towards me again, she stood up on her tiptoes and firmly kissed me, just to the side of my mouth. The kiss had come from nowhere and it made me take a deep breath, but I didn't have the urge to pull away from her.

We looked at each other for a moment. I'm not sure if either of us knew what was going on, our hearts were beating hard, but not out of fear. She reached up to kiss me again, this time delicately on the lips.
It was unlike any kiss I'd ever had. Not that there had been that many anyway, at least not compared to what some of my friends claimed. Her kiss had been soft and gentle, not rushed.

To get close enough to me Louisa had to push her body against mine again. Her breasts felt firm, but at the same time soft. Even through all our clothes, we could feel each other's warmth. As I looked down at her body, I could see the buttons on the front of her satin blouse straining. I kept staring at her body. The more I looked at her shapely figure, the more amazing it got. Every inch of her was womanly, there was nothing that anyone should want to change... I certainly didn't.

Suddenly feeling flush with warmth, I reached up to my collar and took off my top. Even though I'd done it simply because I was hot, It was only once I'd done it that it occurred to me how she might interpret the move. Not meaning to, while taking off my top I had pulled my T-shirt half out of the band of my trousers. I kept wanting to apologize, but nothing came out of my mouth.

Louisa then began to open up the top buttons of her dark blue blouse, two at first. I could see the edge of her white bra, it seemed shiny and satin like the rest of her classy clothes; and her skin.
Now, with her heels off, I was the best part of a foot taller than her. I kissed the top of one of her full cheeks, set on her high cheekbones. It made her look like she was always smiling, and in the short time I'd been around her smiling came so easily to her. She also made a sound when she smiled, that was barely a giggle... but it was still a sound which made me happy. It was something that I recognized from speaking to her over the phone.

Thinking I would stop at one kiss, I felt like I was watching myself from outside of my own body. I felt as though I was watching myself kissing down the side of her face, and then down her neck. Before I knew where I was, I'd found the top of her collar bone with purses of my lips, but it was there that I stopped.

After looking at me for a few moments, she reached out and grabbed the loose part of my T-shirt. Encouraged by my reaction, she began to lift it up. Even at full stretch she could only get it so far, I had to pull the last part of it fully off my body.
Blinded for a moment, as the material stretched until it could almost pop off over my head, I felt her hands creeping down over my body. She had longish nails that were tapered to a sharp point, they were painted a glossy pink that was only a shade darker than her coat was. But when she touched me all I felt was the softness of her fingertips.

I always considered my body to be average. Not skinny, but not too big either. Some muscle but, it I wasn't obviously defined like by brother was. The hair on my body was patchy. Some around my nipples, a few hairs on my chest which ran all the way down my body in a single strand till it encircled my belly button, which was luckily clean. There were more small wisps of hair that dropped straight down from my belly button to below the band of my trousers.

Louisa had run her fingertips all the way down those hairs which were soft and delicate, not hard like stubble. Her nails had made a clicking sound as they brushed around my belt buckle, it was so quiet that the noise of it seemed to fill the room.
Having her hands so close to my groin stirred up a feeling that tugged at the strings attached to the pit of my stomach. Even though my cock hadn't hardened, I felt a tightness... and a heat!

My heart was beating in my chest, so hard that I could hear it booming through my lungs as I breathed. I could see that hers was beating so hard that the tops of her soft breasts trembled with each beat. I still wasn't sure if, deep down, our hearts were beating was for the exact same reason.

In reaching up to take off my T-shirt, her blouse had pulled out of her black pencil skirt. To my eyes, her clothes seemed too tight to be comfortable, but it made her look very prim and proper. It also kept her perfect figure trapped like a bodice.
Tenderly, I reached around her hips and began to tug her blouse out of the edge of her skirt. Her struggling made me step back a little, but not so far that it pulled the edge of her blouse out of my grasp. It took a second or so to realize she wasn't struggling to get away from me, but rather she was trying to undo the buttons of her blouse. As each of them popped open they made their own sound, it was almost both a pop and a rip at the same time.

As she slipped it back over her shoulders, exposing her large breasts to me, I was already trying to kick off my shoes with the laces still tied tight. I wasn't sure if the laces would be the first to break or if it would be the bones in my foot, but in that moment I didn't care.
Within the space of the same heartbeat, our bodies embraced each other, our hearts thinking alike. Her warm skin was soothing for my own. She pushed back her shoulders and arched her back, her breasts were so big that they sometimes stopped parts of our bodies from touching. As Louisa tilted her head back, I leaned my tall body over her and kissed her lips. I could feel a hint of the glaze of her lipstick transferring to my own lips, but I didn't care.

Passion had taken over both of us. My body was telling me what to do, and something told me hers was doing the same. The tops of her hips were beginning to grind against my groin. The stimulation was causing my cock to become uncomfortable, as it grew within my jeans it was almost beginning to hurt. Not being able to adjust myself, the urgency became greater and greater with each beat of my heart until the discomfort was almost intolerable. Louisa noticed the wincing on my face, she looked down and saw it's form within my jeans.

She didn't need to feel it to know that it was there, it's presence was so obvious and I wasn't trying to hide it. Delicately, she flicked out the end of the belt and then with a sudden burst of gusto she yanked it to the side to clear the pin. As I took a deep breath, my abdomen pushed the strap back through the open buckle. The zip was already spreading open by itself, as if it too realized the urgency of the situation.

Both of us were trying to take my trousers down, as if we couldn't decide whose job it was. By this time however I was beginning to sweat, the denim was clinging to my skin and they didn't want to come away easily. In her exuberance, she accidentally tapped me with her shoulder. That small push was enough to put me off balance and I began to fall slowly backwards.

Before I fell all the way back onto the bed, between us we managed to get my trousers down to my knees. Falling to a sitting position and not all the way onto my back, without delay I strained forward and fully took off my trousers. My socks were loose and without even trying they came off too. As my jeans flung themselves to the floor, they landed with a thud.

I found myself sitting there in front of her. Louisa’s breasts presented themselves at a perfect head height for me, I felt like I could have looked at them till the sun came up again. Instead, I reached out to her and pulled her closer to me. Even though I hadn't meant to, I pulled her so hard she almost landed on top of me. She had been trying to undo her skirt but didn't seem to making much headway. In truth she had only had enough seconds to fill the fingers of one hand to even begin to try.

Finding the seam of the finely toothed zip, I traced it until I came to the sharpness of the delicate tag. Pulling on the zip, it resisted me. Her shapely hips tried to force it to stay closed. I grasped the top of the skirt and tugged her close to me so she couldn't move. Clasping her with my arms I pushed the material of her skirt together with just enough slack for me to draw the zip downwards.

I needed every inch that the zip could give me. Even with the space it had given me, I had to pull firmly to slide it down over her generous hips. There was nothing subtle about the curves of her body. I could name a dozen nice girls my age, all of them slimmer than Louisa, but there was nothing I would change about her figure.

Her skin was soft, and pale like driven snow. For some people a sense of colour would look healthier. But the more I explored her body, the more I found it to be flawless. As I stared at her, my eyes became fixated on her belly button set atop her soft pot belly. A tiny dot somehow made itself clear to me. It appeared to be a healed scar from a piercing. I found myself wishing that whatever she'd had in was still there. I began to wonder what more secrets I might find.