As if I had only closed my eyes for a moment, I heard my alarm go off. It was six o’clock and time to head to the gym for my morning workout. I got out of bed, put on a pair of gym shorts and a T-shirt, tied my shoes, and walked out the door. I descended the two flights of stairs just as I had done the day before, but that day, I was looking forward to my workout and sauna a little bit more than normal.
When I opened the door to the gym, the lights were off, and the room was empty. I was half-excited to have the gym to myself, but I was understandably half-disappointed to know that my chances of a repeat encounter were abysmally low. I finished my typical workout routine and almost forgot the prior day’s encounter. Still hoping for an encore, I walked by the sauna on my way to the men’s locker room only to find it vacant as well.
“Too bad,” I thought.
Instead of rinsing off in the locker room for a quick sauna, I decided to head back up to my room. If Amelia wasn’t going to give me a sequel to yesterday’s sauna experience, I might as well get ready in my room and enjoy a nice, quiet breakfast.
I walked back up to the second floor, proceeded down the hallway, and pulled out my keycard to open my door. I scanned the card, but before I stepped inside, I took one more look to my left and one more to my right, hoping to see her. After seeing emptiness in the hallway in both directions, I proceeded into my room.
As I pulled my shirt over my head, the dry-fit material clung to the sweat on my body. While my shower warmed up, I took my shoes and shorts off. Standing by my bed naked, I thought about the previous night’s events.
I envisioned Amelia naked on my bed and thought about the pleasure we would enjoy together in another encounter. As I stood before my bed, I became aware of my growing arousal.
“I want to see her again… I NEED to see her again,” I thought.
I tried to snap myself out of my trance by continuing with my morning routine. I took a shower, brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and put on my suit for the day. I looked at the time on my watch, grabbed my laptop bag, and proceeded to the main floor for breakfast.
On my way into the restaurant, I grabbed a cup of espresso at the coffee machine and proceeded to an empty table in the corner, one with a good view of the entrance and the other tables in the room. After setting my belongings down at my table, I took a plate and browsed the buffet line. There were typical foods that you could get in the US: scrambled eggs, bacon, etc., but when in Germany, I bypass the American foods for my European favorites: smoked salmon, Weisswurst (a white breakfast sausage, with sweet mustard of course), Apfelkuchen (apple cake), and of course, all the delicious fresh baked bread.
With my plate full, I sat down to eat my breakfast and watch for Amelia if by chance she should choose to dine at the same time as me. The food on my plate slowly disappeared as I watched the other patrons come and go. Still, there was no sign of Amelia.
With great disappointment, I finished my breakfast and left the restaurant. I started walking to the office, trying to think about how I would be able to focus on my work for the day.
—–
As I got to the office, my mind naturally started to focus on my tasks at hand and the busy day ahead of me. I had a budget meeting with marketing, a staffing meeting with HR, and a portfolio review with engineering. Though not by intent, I blocked my encounter with Amelia out of my mind and went through my day like clockwork.
After my workday had concluded, a few of my colleagues, Stefan, Michael, and Ana, asked if I was interested in joining them for a beer in a local beer garden. It was normal for those of us visiting from the US to go out for drinks at least once or twice per visit, and I was happy to receive the invitation. The consolation prize for being away from home so often was a couple of good beers and some good German food on the company’s tab each night.
The four of us walked a couple of blocks from the office to a Bierstube not too far from my hotel. We walked to a table close to the band and sat down. Although my colleagues didn’t think anything of it, every time I walked into an old German beer hall, I couldn’t help but think of the history these buildings have seen. Of course there were the atrocities of the early 1900s, but in reality, those years were just a blip in the city’s two-thousand-year history.
“Vier helles, bitte,” Ana said to the waitress.
Ana and I had jokingly talked in the past that Americans don’t have good beer, and I granted her carte blanche approval to order my drinks for me in the future. So far, she had never led me wrong.
We had each just about finished our first beer when the waitress asked for our dinner order. Although many nights I’d order something with sauerkraut on the side, tonight I didn’t want to have something that strong on my breath. I ordered the schnitzel with spaetzle, just your average tourist’s safe choice.
We were halfway through our meal when I heard a familiar voice say, “Charles, is that you?”
“Amelia, how lovely to see you,” I replied.
For a brief moment, I started to panic.
I wondered, “Would Amelia explain how she knew me?” or “What would she say in front of my colleagues?”
Before I had a chance to say anything else, Amelia said, “Charles, how long has it been? It feels like forever!”
“I don’t know, but you’re right, it does feel like an eternity,” I said.
I was hoping to avoid awkward conversation with my coworkers and my travel companion. Most importantly, I was trying to avoid telling them how we had met and the explicit nature of our relationship.
“Aren’t you going to introduce me, Charles?” Amelia said to me, clearly intending for our encounter to be more than brief.
“Everyone, this is my… friend, Amelia,” I said.
“Nice to meet you,” Amelia responded as she sat down.
Amelia’s waiter brought her beer to her at our table and asked if he could get her anything else.
“Nein danke, I have everything I need and more right here,” she answered as she shifted her eyes toward me.
I began to fear that my friend was going to make a scene right here in the middle of the bar.
“Was she going to fuck herself (or me) in front of my coworkers?” I thought.
Amelia started making small talk with my coworkers. She explained that she was in Germany on a sabbatical with plans to visit the historical sights around Stuttgart and to spend a few days at the spa in the hotel. It was very clear that my coworkers weren’t nearly as excited for Amelia to join our conversation as she was.
Amelia could pick up on the awkwardness from my coworkers and said, “Charles, it was great to see you, but I’ll let you get back to your work dinner. When are you headed back to Chicago?”
“I’m planning to head back the day after tomorrow,” I replied.
“How convenient,” Amelia said. “Are you on Flight 289 too?”
“I think that sounds right,” I responded.
Amelia kissed me on the cheek and said, “Well, I hope to ‘see you around.’”
It was the same phrase I said to her after our first encounter.
“You too,” I responded as nonchalantly as I could. “I don’t think I have your number anymore. Why don’t you give it to me, and we can catch up in the lounge before our flight?”
“I think I have your current number. It’s the 201 number, I’ll text you,” she said with intentional eye contact.
I started to reply that she was wrong when I remembered that was my room number.
“Uhhh… yeah, that’s my most recent number,” I responded, knowing that it had nothing to do with a phone number she could text me by.
As Amelia walked away, my mind raced. I wanted to go back with her to the hotel, but I didn’t want my colleagues to question what we were doing.
“She seemed nice,” Ana said to me, interrupting my train of thought. “How do the two of you know each other?”
“Well, we met one day in the lounge in Chicago, and we hit it off from there,” I said, trying to change the subject.
The rest of the dinner went by quickly, but it couldn’t have gone quickly enough. I was fantasizing about going back to the hotel to find another letter from Amelia. Would she want to meet in the bar, would she somehow be waiting for me in my room, or would I be disappointed like my trip to the gym this morning? Only time would tell…
I thanked my hosts for dinner and tried to make it an early night, without seeming to rush the evening, of course.
—–
I left the restaurant and stepped out onto the sidewalk. I paused for a moment and took a deep breath before I started walking back to my hotel.
The hotel was only a couple of blocks away, and I decided to take my time walking back. Amelia was being a tease, and I had to decide how firm I wanted to be in my pursuit. Our encounter on the airplane, in the airport lounge, in the hotel sauna, and in my room had been the most passionate and exhilarating sexual experience of my life, and I wanted more.
All the scenarios went through my mind… “Would she be lying naked in my room? Would she leave another note at the front desk? Would she convince Emma to join us?”
No matter what the rest of the evening might hold, I wanted to see Amelia again, and I was sure she left the door wide open for me to initiate our next encounter.
—-
I walked into the hotel and glanced over at the desk.
“Hallo, Charles,” Emma said as I walked past the front desk.
I slowed down and said hello in return. I wanted to open the opportunity for her to stop me if Amelia had left another note, but I didn’t want to seem like I was desperately waiting for something that may not be there.
Seeing no reaction from Emma, I proceeded to the elevator. The ball was clearly in my court, and I was overdue for something bold. I pressed the up button and waited for my elevator to arrive. My mind was blank during the wait for the elevator to arrive.
As I stepped inside and the elevator doors closed, my mind started to find some clarity.
—–
I walked into my room with a plan…
I opened my laptop and logged into my frequent flyer account.
“How much is the upgrade?” I thought.
I always flew business or first class, but I never had a reason to upgrade to a suite.
“Flight 289?” I thought as I looked at my reservation. “I think she said she was on that flight too.”
I selected “Upgrade your seat” from the trip management tab. Did I really want to spend 200,000 miles to upgrade? I had to look at the pictures of the suite before I made my decision…
There was plenty of room for two in the suite. There was a couch, a double bed, a shower available… I think that’s all I needed to know.
I clicked “Upgrade Now” and knew there was no turning back.
I grabbed the pen and paper from the desk drawer in my hotel room, hoping that the pen wasn’t dried out.
“Amelia,
I look forward to seeing you on our flight. I hope you’ll find my suite more roomy than your first-class seat. Hopefully, you’ll find it equally as exhilarating… Reservation XPD59E.
Looking forward to our next encounter,
Charles”
—–
I took the piece of paper, folded it in half, and put it in my pocket. I walked to my door thinking about the consequences of what I was about to do.
The elevator ride that I was about to take would be a point of no return. Once I gave Emma that letter to give to Amelia, I was committed.
“So nice to see you again, Charles,” Emma said with a smile.
“I have two favors to ask,” I said to Emma. “First, do you have an envelope I could borrow? Second, after I put this letter in the envelope, could you make sure it gets to my friend Amelia?”
“Of course, Charles,” Emma responded as she wrote Amelia’s name on a sticky note.
Never having known her last name before, I took a mental note. I had to get her name on my suite reservation after all…
“Good night, Emma,” I say with a smile.
“Good night, Charles. I hope you have a good night’s sleep!” Emma said with strange enthusiasm.
—–
Yet again, I didn’t see Amelia during my morning routine, and I went about my day as normal.
The work day was boring and uneventful, and it seemed to drag on forever. I was anxious to see if Emma had given Amelia my note.
“Hey Charles, do you have some time before you head back to the hotel to review some updates to the budget?” our controller Markus asked.
“Damnit,” I thought as I realized my workday was nowhere close to ending.
“If that works for you, it works for me,” I said to Markus, hoping he might change his mind.
After several hours of spreadsheets and forecasts, we were finally done. At 9PM after a very long workday, I was just ready to go back to the hotel, go to sleep, and go home the next day.
I casually walked the short distance back to my hotel completely forgetting the plans I had made and the letter I left for Amelia.
As I walked into the lobby and turned toward the elevators, Emma said, “Charles!”
“Oh, hallo, Emma,” I said, having been caught off-guard.
“I want you to know that I gave your letter to Amelia, and she seemed very excited by its existence,” Emma explained.
“Thank you for always taking care of me, Emma,” I responded. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
I said goodnight and walked toward the elevators.
—–
“Now pre-boarding flight 289 to Chicago,” I heard over the intercom at the gate.
There was still no sign of Amelia, and I was afraid my gamble wasn’t going to pay off.
I walked up to the gate, handed the gate agent my passport, scanned my passport and walked down the jet bridge to the plane.
“Welcome aboard, sir,” the flight attendant said as I approached the door. “I can take your suitcase for you and hang your coat in our closet. If you show my colleague your ticket, she can lead you to your suite.”
The flight attendant led me down the narrow but luxurious hallway to Suite 1. She stopped at the door and motioned me inside.
“Have you ever traveled in one of our suites before?” she asked.
“I have made many trips back and forth, but unfortunately this is my first trip traveling in this kind of style,” I replied with a laugh.
“We refer to this first area as your living room,” she explained. “There are two comfortable recliners and a table for your enjoyment during landing, takeoff, and any severe turbulence.”
“If you’ll follow me through this door, you will find the bedroom,” she continued. “You are more than welcome to spend as much or as little time as you would like. We just ask that if the ride gets bumpy, you return to the living room and get buckled.”
“This is quite lovely. I’m sure this will be a flight to remember,” I said to her graciously.
“Is there anything else I can get for you?” she said.
“Could you bring two Scotches? A friend of mine should be joining me shortly,” I asked politely.
“Of course, sir. I also forgot to mention, you will have thirty minutes available to use the shower as we get closer to Chicago, just in case you want to freshen up,” she said.
My heart was beating fast with excitement for Amelia to arrive. I heard footsteps coming toward my door but was immediately caught with a look of disappointment as I saw it was just the flight attendant bringing my drinks.
“I’ll take that,” Amelia said as she walked into the suite.
She took the drink from the tray before the flight attendant could set the tray on the table and raised the glass to her nose.
“Your impeccable taste continues, Charles,” Amelia said to me.
The flight attendant gave Amelia the same introduction to the suite’s luxuries that she gave to me just moments before. Amelia followed the carefully scripted presentation, but she kept looking at me.
“Please take your seats. We will be departing soon,” the flight attendant said to Amelia.
Amelia reluctantly did what she was requested to do.
“Thank you for the comfortable accommodations, Charles. I’m quite looking forward to seeing how good that bed feels,” Amelia said, buckling her seat belt.
The two of us made small talk as the plane taxied and took off. It usually seems so quick when the chime sounds in the cabin when the seat belt sign comes off, but today wasn’t “usual.”
After what seemed like an eternity, the chime sounded, followed by an immediate click – it was Amelia’s seat belt.
Before the captain said that it was “safe to move about the cabin,” Amelia had stood up and leaned in to my ear – “I am going to the bedroom, I want you to wait five minutes before you join me,” she said, as she kissed me on the cheek.
Amelia disappeared into the bedroom, and I glanced down at my watch. “How strict is she going to be about five minutes?” I thought to myself. I felt the front of my pants tightening.
After about four and a half minutes elapsed, I unbuckled my seat belt and walked to the bedroom door. I knocked gently, “May I come in?”
“Of course you can,” she responded. “But you didn’t do a very good job of listening to instructions.”
I opened the door to see that Amelia was already tucked nicely beneath the covers. My eyes started at her beautiful red hair and drifted down over the sheets, seeing the curves of her breasts and the valley formed by the sheets as they descended between her legs.
“Thankfully, I was already ready and waiting for you, Charles,” said Amelia. “Why don’t you take your clothes off and join me?”
I pulled at the knot on my tie, trying to show restraint as I loosened it. “How in the world did our two paths happen to cross like this?” I said rhetorically as I continued to undress.
I climbed into the bed and moved closer to Amelia’s now clearly naked body. I closed my eyes and leaned in to kiss her. The rhythm of our kisses clearly indicated to each other that we were happy to take our time. My hands wandered across her body, careful not to speed to my intended destination. Her hands caressed my torso, wandering close and then retreating from my waist.
We kissed passionately for what seemed like more than thirty minutes. Her hand continued down my torso to my waist, but this time, it did not stop there. Her hand continued downward until she reached my penis. She ran her fingers slowly up and down my shaft as she continued to kiss me. I took this to be my invitation to respond.
I moved my hand to the outer side of her thigh and drew circles with my fingers. Ever so slightly, my fingers drifted to closer and closer to the warmth between her legs. As my fingers moved, her legs parted, allowing me to continue my journey.
Eventually, my fingers reached their destination, and I slowly parted my index and middle finger, so that they could each travel on the outside of her lips, gently teasing her.
“Charles, I don’t want your fingers right now, please make love to me,” Amelia said with passion.
I gently pushed Amelia onto her back and moved between her legs. As the tip of my penis approached her entrance, she guided me with her hand. I pushed my hips forward, and I felt her pussy open to me. There was little resistance as I continued to push deeper into her – our kissing had clearly made her ready.
I thrusted in and out, transitioning between slow and fast, shallow and deep, up and down, left and right. I felt her warm pussy squeeze around my cock as her hips matched my rhythm.
I was focusing on her pleasure while she was focusing on mine.
As her body fell into sync with mine, she began to moan – I hoped she was getting as close as I was. She placed her hands on my hips and began to pull me inside of her.
As I was about to climax, she held me deep inside of her, and I felt her body clamp down on me. The shaking of her body caused me to lose control. I moaned as my cock erupted inside of her. My whole body went stiff before I let out a sigh and collapsed onto her body.
We lay there breathing heavily, hoping that none of the other passengers heard us. I started to pull myself out of her, but she held me there and said, “Just lie here, we’re in no hurry.”
—–
We must have fallen asleep because we heard a knock on our door. It was the flight attendant informing us that it would be our turn for the shower soon.
“Would you like to go take a shower and clean up?” I asked Amelia.
She gave me a playful look, as if the question was absurd, “It is a complete waste of an upgrade if we don’t, isn’t it?”
I stood up from our bed and grabbed the complimentary robes and shower kits and prepared to walk to the showers.
After I had put my robe on, Amelia stood up from our bed – the sun shone through the window and cast a glow on her beautiful freckles. It was like a photoshopped picture, but better.
I held her robe open for her to put on, and as I wrapped it around her, I kissed her neck from behind.
“I think this has been the best flight I’ve ever taken,” I whispered in her ear.
“Me too,” she said with a smile.
I opened the door and peeked out to make sure the shower was indeed vacant for us.
We walked down the hall and entered the bathroom. The shower was big enough for two, but it wasn’t roomy by any means.
I asked Amelia if she would like me to join her in the shower or if she would like some room?
“I want you to wash me, but just that, Charles,” she responded passionately.
“I can do that,” I said with a smile as I stepped into the shower with her.
In our quick 30 minutes of shower time, I washed her body, and she washed mine. It was a clear transition from our wild and crazy flight to Germany to one of passion and sensuality.
We returned to our suite refreshed and clean.
The flight attendant came by for our breakfast order and another round of drinks.
“Amelia, what do you think about Champagne with breakfast?” I asked.
“That sounds like quite a lovely way to start our day,” she replied.
We peacefully ate our breakfast and drank our Champagne together. Then we tidied up the suite, hoping it wouldn’t be too obvious what had transpired.
After the plane landed, Amelia and I departed the plane and headed to the airport exit together.
“Would you like to split an Uber?” I asked.
Amelia responded, “It only seems logical.”
—–
As the Uber pulled up to our house, my wife said, “I think we should go on more work trips together. That’s the best sex we’ve had since before we had kids.”
“That might have even been the best sex of our lives,” I responded.
As I pulled my key out of my pocket, I kissed my wife.
“I love you, Amelia,” I said.
“I love you too, babe,” she replied with a smile.
