Homeward bound in one more day. This three-day conference at an upmarket hotel had been mind-numbingly dull. There was one more statistics session, a final drink and nibbles farewell, one more sleep and I could leave “Francesca “ behind.
I should explain. Francesca is my name, while I am working, my business name. To friends and family, I am Frankie—two totally different beings. The former is a serious, successful businesswoman who dresses and behaves stereotypically. The latter is fun-loving, adventurous, and always up for a new challenge. The latest challenge is matrimony. After a whirlwind romance, Ben had proposed and I had said yes. It hadn’t been part of my plan, but I had fallen immediately. We shared the same sense of humour, fun, and adventure. We were also brilliant together in bed, which was the biggest bonus. I was desperate to see him. I was frustrated as hell. No sex for two nights was unheard of for me.
Our engagement party is two days away. It is a chance for friends and families to meet and celebrate. A sparkly diamond ring would adorn my left hand. I smiled a secretive smile thinking of the fun and sex that lay ahead. Before then though another boring seminar had to be endured. I sat down in the back row and tried to appear interested.
“Is this seat free?” I turned. The voice belonged to one of the sexiest men I had ever seen. My mouth went dry as my underwear did the opposite.
“Not now,” I replied as nonchalantly as possible. During the next 40 minutes of meaningless information, I was aware of nothing except his proximity. I was intoxicated. When he casually mentioned he hoped to see me at the final session that evening, I played it cool, or tried to, and said I’d call in for a short time.
I returned to my room. Hang on, Frankie, you are engaged and crazy about Ben, why are you lusting after this stranger? Stranger. That was the keyword. I didn’t even know his name. Our paths would never cross again. No one would ever know. I had sneakily glanced at his left hand. It was bare, as was mine. I dressed carefully, just in case. A final fling would hurt no one. Black underwear, black lace top hold-ups and a very short, tight black dress.
He was standing in a group when I entered the function room. We did the proverbial eyes meeting across a crowded room. A jolt went through me. I knew he felt the same. He stopped a waiter who was serving complimentary drinks and approached me carrying two glasses. He handed me a glass. “ I am Richard, pleased to meet you.” His hand clasped mine as his gaze travelled down my body.
“Francesca.” He was still holding my hand.
The wine was mediocre, actually, it was poor. He suggested we order a decent bottle to take to his room. Without hesitation, I agreed. One Final Fling. By the time we reached his room, a bottle of bubbly had been delivered. The bottle was opened, poured and replaced in the ice bucket. One glass each was all we had. More pressing needs required attention. Placing both our glasses on the table, he put his arms around me and kissed me. He was confident, assertive and bloody good. He had a firm mouth and tongue that explored and teased. I was aware of my zip being undone. Oh, this was naughty, I shouldn’t be doing this, but my body was craving his touch and more. With ease, he slipped my dress off and it fell to the floor. He stepped back to look at me. His eyes were dark with passion. He drew me to him and his hands cupped my breasts, thumbing through the thin material to find my nipples. By this time, I was soaking and lost to desire.
Somehow, we ended up on the bed. I unbuttoned his shirt, then I unzipped his trousers and found his erect cock. He groaned and rolled me over to unclip my bra. I was wearing a black thong, and his hands stroked my bare buttocks before impatiently pulling them off. My bra was next. The stockings remained. He pushed my legs apart and found his way inside my wet, welcoming pussy. One finger, then two with his thumb finding my clit which was screaming for attention. He was naked now, too. While he was exploring my hidden depths and filling his clever mouth with my tits, I played with his stiff, wet cock. It had reached a frenzy. All coherent thought was gone. With a groan, he moved my hands and plunged inside me, kissing me hungrily. Amazingly, we lasted more than a few minutes.
I stayed with him most of the night. He took me in every conceivable position, one was new to me. My Final Fling had been a Fabulous Frenzy of Fucking! The Five Effs. We never exchanged phone numbers, or surnames, for that matter. We both knew it was a one-night stand.
The next day I returned home to Ben and had a wonderful sexual reunion and my engagement party in the local pub, a beautiful ring sparkled on my left hand. Friends and family mingled A smile lit up Ben’s face, I turned to talk to a friend, and when I turned back, there was a couple standing beside Ben.
“This is my older brother Rick, we never call him Richard, and his wife Anne. Rick, my fiancée, Frankie, Francesca”
“Frankie, we meet at last.”
