Unexpected encounter, Part 1: Kindred spirits

Between us, we could now only muster three items of clothing. I couldn't imagine my heart could beat any faster, but there was more to come from both of us.

I'm not sure what happened next, if she fell on top of me or if I'd pulled her towards me again, but together we fell onto the bed. The cool satin like sheets contrasted with the warm silky softness of her skin. I could feel the under wire of her bra digging into me, but it didn't matter.
We lay looking at each other for a moment, sharing each other's warmth. Together we calmed our hearts.

Still beating far faster than normal, I could at least now actually feel the rhythm of the engine within my chest, it was no longer just a blur. As Louisa lay on top of me, her breasts were pushed up towards my face, but we stared into each other's eyes.
I kept getting intense bursts of her perfume when our bodies got close. It was only now I was realizing that some of that perfume had been sprayed deep down on her chest. In releasing her breasts, she had released a new wave of her scent. The warmth of her body and the excesses of her movement thrusting it into the air.

Keeping eye contact, she slowly began to crawl up to a sitting position until she straddled my body. She was so high up she was sitting more on my ribcage than my groin.

She slowly reached behind her back and fiddled for only a moment before the definite sound of the 'crick' filling the room. The straps of her bra went loose. Louisa held her arms in front of herself, as if considering for a second if she should continue. Keeping her promise, her arms dropped to expose her breasts in their fullness. Despite their size, they were so firm. Her soft pink of her areolas were capped off by her large dark nipples.

Louisa let out a sigh of relief after being released, it was almost orgasmic in the way she reacted from being free of her bra. I stared up at her breasts, she was so close that I was almost looking straight up. It took me a moment to realize that I had subconsciously started rubbing my hands up the backs of her thighs. Though it wasn't a deliberate action, I didn't stop once I'd realized I'd started.

As well as being stimulated by my touch, she massaged her own breasts, cupping them underneath and rubbing the skin. Our fingertips rubbed against each others as we both played with her breasts at the same time. I could see the patterns of where her bra had been and even ran my fingers along the grooves. She pushed my hands away a little and I dropped them to the pillow. My hands lay helpless beside my head as if I was her prisoner, all I could do was simply watch as she continued to caress them. I could feel myself hardening even more as I stared up at her in awe of someone so incredible being here with me. But this wasn't some dream or a video from the internet; she was really here, sitting on top of me.

Slowly, she shuffled back down my body inch by inch. Her breasts swayed gently in front of me. Only the cloth of our underwear separated the most intimate parts of our bodies. Edging over me, she sat directly on top of my groin and pushed my hard cock against my body. It was so hot that it almost burned against the rest of my skin . There was something about her movements that drove me wild. Louisa used her body to nestle onto me, feeling me, and then she smiled.

Gently, Louisa reached down to find my hands, which once again touched her smooth, soft thighs. She caressed my fingers and pulled them away from her body. Her hands were delicate and gentle, I let her manipulate them and lift them. She pressed her thumbs into my palms, working them like a baker kneading dough, the contact was so intimate and tender. After a moment she guided my outstretched hands to her breasts and I let her place them as she wanted. Her nipples took the place where her thumbs had been pressed, as if she had been softening up my palms.

At first, my hands just sat there. She took hers away and placed them on my body and gently started stroking my skin. Her stimulation encouraged me to work my own fingers. I was gentle at first, but the more she purred with pleasure, the firmer I became. Her nipples hardened by the second. I had no idea that a woman's body could react so quickly. I swapped from rubbing an empty palm onto her breasts to squeezing their whole form with my fingers.

'I haven't done this in so long,' she let out with a groan.
'I haven't been with anyone either,' I replied. 'For a while,' I then added hurriedly.
'I wasn't looking for anything like this,' she began, 'I don't know what's wrong with me.' Despite saying that something was wrong with her, her tone seemed less than concerned.
'Sometimes you just connect,' I spoke. 'And things just happen.'

'Not to me... not like this,' Louisa said softly.
'You must get a lot of guys throwing themselves at you!?' The words just came out of me. Once I'd said it, I worried for a moment as to how she'd react to it.
'Not the nice guys,' she replied.
'How do you know I'm a 'nice guy'? I prodded.
'It's obvious,' she said simply.

‘How do I know you're not just a nymphomaniac?' I said teasingly. 'Picking up random guys in hotels,' after I'd said those words I once again worried I'd pushed things too far. But her reaction quickly reassured me.
'Don't make me blush,' she warned with a wry smile. 'Or I'll make you blush back. And you don't have enough blood to do both.' With a wiggle of her hips she nestled down onto the bulge of my cock again. Louisa pushed herself so deeply onto me that new sensations charged though my body.

‘The last time I had sex with a guy in his twenties, I was still in my twenties myself,' Louisa divulged
I froze for a moment and considered what to say, but I couldn’t lie to her. That would make things way more complicated later on.
‘I’m twenty,’ I told her. There was an dangerously long pause between us, but I had to continue before she did, ‘in August,’ I then added.
Louisa totally froze.

I took my hands away from her breasts and placed them beside us on the bed. It seemed the right thing to do to disarm myself.
‘Oh My God, you're nineteen,’ she panted concernedly. ‘I can’t believe you’re nineteen. Holy shit.’
'Closer to twenty,’ I reiterated, ‘but yeah.’
‘My God, why didn’t you say anything?’ she said.

She made a move to get off of me, but I placed my hands gently on her thighs to keep her close to me.
‘It didn’t seem important. You took the lead, and what has happening to us felt good. It felt right.’
‘But nineteen,’ she repeated still stunned
Louisa covered herself up with her arms, but she didn’t move her body from atop mine.

After breaking eye contact and looking away with her face, she turned back to me. ‘How old did you think I am?’ she then asked directly.
I was taken aback and didn’t know how I should reply at first. Whatever number I seemed to pick in my head seemed to risk being a wrong answer. Too high or too low, both seemed to be as bad as each other.
‘Thirties,’ I said.
She looked at me
‘Late thirties’ I added honestly, somberly.
‘I’m forty three,' she said solemnly.

Now my heart started beating with an odd rhythm.
Perhaps we were only now realizing that we were both out of our depth.
‘Jesus,’ she ran her fingers up through her hair. ‘Oh my God,’ she added almost under her breath.

I looked up at her; then something struck me. A question that I felt needed to be answered.
‘How old did you think I was?' I asked. ‘When we came up here,' I then added
She looked at me.

‘Twenties,’ I reminded her if her own assumption, ‘but twenties where?’ I tried to prod her in the same way she'd prodded me, but I didn't want to make it seem like I was angry at her, because I wasn't.
When I look in the mirror every morning, I see a nineteen year old, and couldn’t conceive being seen at as anything else but that.

Louisa became flustered, perhaps even more flustered than before. I reached for to her nervous hands, being careful not to pull her arms away from her body as she was still covering herself up. She looked at me and found my eyes staring straight back at hers. This was a huge and unexpected thing for both of us, but all I could think about was her feelings... and I didn’t want her to feel like this.

‘God this is wrong,’ she said aloud.

Something told me that I had to challenge her on her own feelings, maybe making her answer would help her sort things in her own head.
'Twenty five, twenty seven, twenty one?' I suggested. 'There a big scope in twenties!'
'Early twenties,' she finally admitted with a soft breath.

I licked my dry lips before speaking,
‘Why is it wrong?’ I asked.

'It felt right when we were making each other laugh on the way up here. It felt right when you kissed me the first time. And it felt right a few minutes ago. '

The way she looked at me changed, the sense of shame released it's grip on her. Although there was still a little sadness in her eyes, her heart seemed a little lighter than a few moments ago.
‘You’re a great guy but…’

‘Louisa, if you don’t want to do this I understand, but I like you. Age never came into it for me, I could have pulled away... but I didn’t. Because... I like you. You’re open, you're funny, you’re fun, you’re happy. Age won’t change any of those things, it’s just you. I know it’s unlikely that we’ll meet like this again. Be at the same place, at the same time. Whatever happens tonight, I won’t have any regrets in meeting you.'

Louisa was surprised at the tenderness of my words, most likely because they were coming from someone who by her own admission was so young.
‘I like you too,’ she said, ‘and you’re not like most guys your age. Actually, you’re not like guys of any age. But…’

She couldn’t say what she was trying to say.
‘It’s okay,’ I spoke softly, ‘I understand.’

Seeing that my eyes were averted she delicately climbed off of me, tugging the sheets to her front cover her modesty. She drew herself up to the top of the bed and leaned against the headboard, sitting with her knees raised awkwardly to her body in a sort of foetal position. I pulled myself up the bed a little to half sit up beside her. I tried to look away from her out of respect, knowing that she was still half naked. But I also didn't want her to feel as if I was shunning her. I angled one of my thighs and placed out a hand to try cover my own modesty, not wanting to use the other end of the sheet and make her think I was trying to pull it away from her. We sat together in silence.