The Courtesy of Strangers

I noticed her as soon as I pushed open the door to the cafe. I noticed her the way we often notice a beautiful person in a room, no matter how crowded it is; my eyes were just drawn to her.

She was sitting in a comfortable armchair, the type that somehow is only ever comfortable in exactly this type of upmarket café. The armchair stood in a corner, a small round table with a mug of coffee in front of it. The first thing I noticed, as I somehow always do, were her hands.

They were small and delicate, with long, slender fingers holding on to her book. She was reading Bill Bryson's Neither Here Nor There, which surprised me; I had not met many Americans who were particularly interested in travel stories from the Europe of the 1990s. She looked to be 25 or maybe 26 years old, so, like me, would have been a child in the 90s.

As I put my bag down at the table next to her and went to order my own coffee, I caught a glimpse of her profile; not entirely accidentally. Her hair fell well below her shoulders and was ever so slightly curly, but she'd tucked it behind her ear, presumably to avoid it interfering with her reading. Her nose was small and straight.

When I returned to the table with my mug, it was impossible not to look at the rest of her face, hidden as it was halfway behind her book. Even today, the word that comes to mind when I look back to that moment is angelic. Her eyes were hazel-green and just big enough to be unusually prominent without looking out of place; her skin was pearly white and spotless above a small mouth with beautifully curved lips. Her resting expression was a tiny smile that accentuated the perfect symmetry of her features.

I'm rather aware that my own looks don't exactly qualify me as an Adonis, though not a Cerberus either, and I'm also not the most outgoing of people. So I'm quite used to admiring beauty from afar and finding a kind of unenvying joy in it. Thus, when I settled back into my chair and picked up my book, that and an hour's worth of peace was all I was looking forward to.

It must've been about 20 minutes later when I noticed her patterns changing. She'd been making little movements throughout, adjusting her pose, scratching her chin, picking up her cup. But now she was getting restless, and eventually she put down her book, got up and returned her empty coffee cup to the counter so that the barista would not have to tidy it himself. It seemed an unusually thoughtful thing to me; who takes the time to do such a thing these days?

When she turned around to walk back, I admired her short, slim form; her dark green cotton jumper was tightly wrapped around her small breasts, narrow waist and almost as narrow hips. Having always preferred smaller women, I could not tear my eyes away.

To my astonishment, she continued walking past her chair and stopped in front of me, smiling somewhat shyly. Before she could speak, I had begun to get up; I am traditional like that and probably seem hopelessly old-fashioned to most people. "Hi," she said as she held out her hand, "my name is Lily." I shook her delicate hand slowly and was immediately surprised by how cold it was. We'd just been sitting in a warm cafe drinking hot coffee, but her slender fingers closed around my hand like an icy vice. She felt so delicate, I was unconsciously afraid of breaking her which was, of course, ridiculous. She was a grown woman, and I probably wasn't the first man to shake her hand.

"Do you mind if I join you for two minutes? I saw you were reading a book about life in Paris." I wasn't quite sure why that would have peaked her interest, but if it was up to me, she could join me for as long as she wanted. I pulled back the second armchair at my table and she gave me that little shy smile again as she sat down.

I went over to what had been her table and picked up her bag and coat, bringing them to her both to free up her old place and, if I'm honest, to keep her from leaving all too soon. We settled into an easy conversation about life in Europe and specifically France and Paris. I gathered she was looking at working there eventually, and I had stayed in Paris for a few years when I had just finished university. Lily impressed me by how meticulously she seemed to be preparing for what was a mere possibility; indeed she appeared very considered in her approach to everything she did.

As we spoke about the French and their uncanny habit of being the most distant and hostile-feeling people until you got through their defenses, whereupon they invariably turned into the most lovely, friendly, generous and fun individuals, it was increasingly difficult for me to to stay coherent. The more natural our conversation got, the more Lily's eyes sparkled, and when I made her laugh with one of my sophisticated word plays, it was a joy to hear her light, almost musical laughter.

We must've spoken for at least another 45 minutes; time just flew. I had nowhere better to be; after all, I was speaking to and laughing with the most beautiful girl I had seen in as long as I could remember. At some point, I asked if I could get her another coffee; she asked for a simple milk coffee but insisted she would be paying since she had taken my time.

She'd made the most unpretentious choice of coffee, and although it was against my instinct to let her pay, it was clear that she knew exactly what she wanted and it felt unnatural to argue. As soon as I came back and set the steaming mug down in front of her, we went right back to talking.

Eventually, Lily turned to look out the window. It had gotten dark, and a light rain was pattering against the window. "I should really be going," she said. I immediately got up and picked up her coat. I held it open for her to put on and there was that cute little shy smile again while she gracefully slid in before wrapping the coat tightly around her lithe form. The coat was of a dark, full red; it seemed she liked colourful clothes that presented a frankly irresistible contrast to her light skin.

Now, I hadn't been in the city for long, but of course I had read my fill about American cities at night. It didn't sit right with me, after such a nice time, to just send her off into the darkness and rain all alone. But she had been so quietly confident and determined and resting in herself, I was concerned it might seem patronising if I offered to accompany her. So I just wished her a good night, and she thanked me and held out her hand once more.

It was different this time: no longer two strangers but instead two people who have formed a connection, however spurious, over an afternoon well spent. Her hands were still icy. And then she turned away, bag over her shoulder, and took a few steps towards the door.

"Lily?" I said. She turned back to me, looking a little confused. "It's dark and rainy outside; shall I walk you home or wherever you are going?" Her eyes sparkled when she replied: "I was wondering if you would ask that. You've not missed a single move so far that an old-style gentleman would make; it would have been a disappointment!" I gave a weak smile. She was clearly amused by my self-conscious look, so she took a step back towards me. "I'd like that," she said, but would not meet my eyes.

As soon as we stepped outside, cold but light winds blew the drizzling rain towards us. Lily turned left, and after a moment I had caught up with her. I joined her on her right; walking between the traffic and the lady is another one of those outdated things I do. Traffic was unusually quiet for this time of day, and so we continued our lighthearted conversation as we walked along. I had no idea where we were going, but nothing except her words and my occasional sideways glances at her mesmerising beauty mattered much to me at that moment.

Maybe that is why I was a little late spotting the cyclist who came barreling down the pavement towards us. When I did look up, he was maybe 20 metres away and seemed intent on breaking the speed record, if not his neck. In the event, it was all I could do to give Lily a small tug to her sleeve, which caused her to deviate from her course just enough for the cyclist to miss her by a hair's breadth at most.

The unexpected impulse also meant she lost her balance, previously and, in defiance of the uneven pavement, masterfully maintained on calf-high leather boots with medium heels, and before I knew it, instinct and habit had once again kicked in... Now steadied by my left arm around her waist and my right hand holding on to her right, Lily straightened up and said, "Well, that was rather close for comfort!"

It seemed such a ridiculously well-phrased thing to say in a situation where most people would have sworn, or yelled or in any other way shown their surprise; I had to laugh. I also immediately became aware of how we had become entangled and pulled my arm back from around her petite frame. To my surprise, Lily seemed to hold on to my hand for just a little too long before letting me pull that back, too.

"Thank you," she said, looking up at me with those wonderful eyes. Then, we continued on our way a little awkwardly, exactly like the two near-strangers that we were. Except, of course, that we had just been somewhat more close than most strangers ever get, and as far as I could tell, Lily had not minded much and neither had I.

After a few more minutes, we reached one of these almost majestic, distinctly upper-class-looking apartment buildings that you see in old American movies. It had a heavy-looking set of wooden doors with gold-adorned handles. Lily slowed down just perceptibly enough for me to surmise that we had reached her destination, and I walked over to hold the door open for her.

It really was quite heavy; I could see that she appreciated it. I followed her into a brightly lit lobby, where a concierge sat behind a white marble counter and looked up from his book when we entered. "Good evening, Thomas," Lily said. "Good evening, Miss," he replied.

As we walked over to the elevators, I slowed down somewhat, unsure of what to do. Lily made no attempt to say goodbye, but I didn't want to presume that she wanted me to come with her. I was sure she had enjoyed the afternoon just as much as I had, but except for that brief interlude after the cyclist, there had been no real indication of anything more; indeed, nothing was further from me than in any way forcing anything at all with a lady. Looking sideways at her perfect features, however, she was simply gorgeous and so I went along.

When we reached the elevators, it was only natural for me to press the button and hold the door open, letting her enter the cabin before following her. She'd already pressed for the 12th floor, and so we travelled upwards in a silence that was not as awkward as one might expect.

On her floor, we turned left and walked to the end of the corridor, reaching her door right at the end. Lily opened her bag and took out her keys. She unlocked the door, but before opening it, she turned around. "Thank you for taking me home," she said and leaned closer to me.

I could smell her subtle, flowery perfume as she brought her face closer and gave me the softest of kisses on my right cheek. Almost automatically, my hands closed around her waist, and before we both were fully aware of it, there we stood, in that age-old pose of lovers holding each other and losing themselves in the other's gaze. And just as automatically, I leaned in and kissed Lily on her lips.

It was a timid kiss; I was fairly certain that she would like it, but as I have said, I am no Adonis and she most certainly was an Athena. In the end, I need not have worried as Lily parted her lips ever so slightly while we kissed, giving her consent.

When we broke the kiss, she smiled shyly and said, "It seems to me you had better come in"; and that is what I did. Lily's home was a spacious, high-ceilinged apartment at the corner of the building, and the entrance opened into a breathtaking living room overlooking the river through large, floor-to-ceiling windows. Her furniture was classy in the confident, understated way that she conducted herself, too. It was exactly the type of place you would expect an intelligent, sophisticated person to live in if they had the means, as Lily clearly did.

Lily bade me take a seat on the sofa and stepped to the side of the room, where a small kitchenette was nestled in between the back wall and a stylish book case. Within just a minute or two, she had whipped out some fruit and a bowl of nuts, which she placed on the glass-and-wood coffee table in front of us. I guessed she didn't feel like even more coffee.

Then she sat next to me, taking my hand into hers and leaning back against the pillows. We sat there for a moment, her long fingers gently playing with mine. Eventually, I leaned over and gave her another kiss, which she enthusiastically returned.

Half lying on top of her as I was, my lips slowly began to wander from hers, planting small kisses along her cheek, in the small gap between her cheek and her nose, eventually following the fine line of her jawbone and reaching the side of her neck. At this point, Lily let out a small sigh and craned her neck to allow for better access. It was the first sound she had made since we had begun kissing again, and she clearly preferred quietly luxuriating in my attentions to taking a more active role.

For my part, I thoroughly enjoyed the smell of her mingling with her perfume, the softness of her perfect skin and the tiny cooing noises that came from her. When I moved on to include her earlobes and eventually began pushing the collar of her jumper down a little to kiss the hollow of her neck, Lily began shuddering ever so slightly. Her hands, small and still cold through my own light jumper, had moved up my back and were ever so slightly pulling me closer into her.

I felt that we had reached the stage where I needed a little more from Lily than just sighs and what might very well have been involuntary movements. I was very aware that she enjoyed what I was doing, but the logical next step would very possibly set the course of the evening for good. I knew what I wanted to happen, but I am not the type of person who would just plough on.

To me, the female body has always been a complete marvel that is to be worshipped, but that also had to be offered up for worship willingly. I was not in a hurry; if Lily wanted more, then she would have to instigate it.

At this point, I was holding myself up on my right elbow while leaning over her slight frame, half lying on the sofa. My left arm was at first providing extra stability, but around the time that I had first kissed her earlobe, I had moved my hand down and sideways to rest on Lily's narrow waist. It felt soft and was moving up and down lightly with her breathing. I hadn't moved my hand any further, so Lily knew where to find it when she took it with her own and slowly moved it up her body. The fabric yielded under my fingers as they traced the outline of her body, until she eventually placed them on her right breast.

Elated, I could feel her yielding under the weight of my hand. With slow strokes around the area where I suspected her nipple to be, I began exploring this new ground. Lily's breathing quickened, but she had still not said anything. I was happy with the effect of my touch on her, and watched her face: head stretched all the way to her left, eyes closed and mouth slightly open.

Eventually, I let my hand slide back down her side, pushed the hem of her jumper up and placed my fingers on the bare skin of her stomach. I rested the palm of my hand over the smooth skin of her navel and gently applied a little pressure as I renewed the focus of my kisses on her mouth and face. Lily opened her eyes, and while she looked at me with what seemed to be wonder, I once again shifted my hand, making my way upwards under the jumper, back to her breast.

I came up against her bra then, but it was one of the soft ones that give little stability and have no hard-wired bottom. Thus, it was hardly there, really, and I pushed my fingers under it and closed them around the silky skin of her breast. I could feel her nipple stiffening, and she had closed her eyes again in pleasure. I began gently massaging her, all the while keeping up my ministrations of her neck and earlobes.

My finger made little circles around her nipple, each brush against it eliciting a subdued sigh from Lily. She had dropped her hands from my shoulders and they were now lying by her side, completely surrendering to what I was doing; seeing this beautiful, confident woman give herself up like that was awe-inspiring.

Throughout my intimate life, I've always found that for me, nothing compares to giving a lady pleasure. I enjoy being touched and kissed as much as the next man, but I take most of my own own pleasure from being able to make a beautiful girl forget where she is and just fully experience the exhilaration her body is capable of. I cannot imagine ever giving myself so fully to someone else as I am able to convince the occasional woman to give herself to me, and I can only be thankful for my ability to elicit such feelings.

Thus it was that I could look at Lily, her eyes closed relaxedly and her chest gently pressing upward to where my hand was stroking her soft skin and hard nipple, with no thought of myself. Instead, I was surprised by how strongly but submissively she reacted to what I was doing; maybe she was just more sensitive to touches of her neck and breast than other girls who would need more attention before turning into this level of blissful abandon.

I was, however, not about to complain. Instead, I removed my hand from her and, still supporting myself on my right elbow, began pushing her jumper further up her body and exposing the smooth, white skin of her stomach. I left off her neck and placed my lips next to her navel, beginning to place little kisses all around it. This had the added benefit of freeing up my right hand as well, which I used to further push up her jumper until my thumbs touched the bottom of her bra.

Another series of small shudders and a faint movement of her hands, when my lips trailed sideways to her waist, made me think that Lily was a little ticklish. I would have to make sure not to overdo it.

When my kisses started slowly travelling up her body towards her bra, still covered by her dark green jumper, which made a very enticing contrast to her white skin, I felt Lily tense up ever so slightly. Wondering if I was going too fast, I pushed myself up and kissed her lips gently before asking if she was alright.

Smiling her little shy smile, she said, "Quite alright; I would have thought you could work that out for yourself!" It occurred to me that she might not have been aware of her tensing up. But although I was getting rather excited physically, it felt right to give Lily another opportunity to think things over.

"Oh my," she said and pushed herself up from her semi-reclined position on the sofa. "That doesn't look very comfortable!" It was only at this moment that I noticed that, indeed, my right elbow had started to hurt from supporting my weight above her while constantly counterbalancing the soft cushioning of the sofa below. I'm not unfit per se, but my arms are also not made of steel; my brain had conveniently shut out my discomfort in order to pay more attention to the fact that I was kissing the neck and stroking the breast of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

I was about to shrug it off as nothing when Lily pushed herself up further, took my hand and stood up. "Come," she said, leading me off to the sliding door that connected the living space with the next room. It was a lovely-looking white wooden door, and when Lily slid it aside, we entered a bedroom.

It was quite large and spotlessly tidy like the rest of her apartment. There was a built-in wardrobe wall, a dressing table with a few expensive-looking bottles and jars on it, and a large, white-framed bed with a wooden headboard and a dark red day blanket covering it. Lily sat down on the bed and, still holding my hand, pulled me down next to her. Then, she took hold of her jumper and pulled it over her head in a slow, graceful sweep.

My eyes had automatically followed the jumper up, so when she emerged from it, I was looking right into hers. They were twinkling, but she soon averted them and looked at something just over my left shoulder. This shifted my gaze down the side of her face, over her chiseled jaw bones, down her neck and over her collarbone, clearly visible against the backdrop of her thin form.

I leaned forward and placed my lips back into the hollow of her neck, easily accessible as she had turned her head a little more. She gasped, and while I began to trail kisses along her collarbone, the base of her neck and out across the front of her left shoulder, I reached around her and undid the clasp of her bra.

When it fell off, I took a brief moment to enjoy the sight of her sitting there. Her breasts, as I had seen and felt, were small, maybe the size of mandarins. They stood out proudly from her chest without drooping so much as a millimetre; she really did not need the bra. There was a wide valley of soft, smooth skin between them. Her nipples were small and surrounded by soft, pink areolas that would have been tiny on any other person but suited Lily perfectly. In that moment, I honestly could not believe that any person could be so beautiful.

I could see that she was feeling a little self-conscious under my scrutiny, and so I took her in my arms and gently pulled her down onto the bed. I looked down at her for just a few seconds more, her hair spread out on the day blanket and her skin pleasingly contrasted by the dark red of the fabric. Then, I once more bade my elbow to work, pushed myself above her and resumed my kissing, alternating soft kisses between her shoulders, neck and collarbone, occasionally brushing the very tops of her breasts with my lips.

Lily had gone quiet again, but she stretched her body this way and that to give me better access. I could feel that she was getting more and more aroused, and when I began stroking her right breast with my hand again and placed small kisses all around her left breast, pushing it this way and that with my mouth in the process, her body started shivering, her hips twitching, her back arching to bring her breasts closer to my lips as if asking for more.

Finally, I gave in and pressed my lips onto her left nipple, giving it a little lick with my tongue while simultaneously gently pinching her right nipple. At that moment, Lily's hands flew up, pressing my head into her arching breast, and her whole body went rigid for what felt like seconds while she let out short, whispering gasps. Then it was over, and it took me a moment to understand that she had climaxed.

It had been so quiet, so understated and so seemingly out of nowhere that I had not even seen it coming. I had never known a woman to peak either so quietly or without much more stimulation and in much more private places than I was giving Lily; yet another way in which she was clearly extraordinary.

Wanting to give her opportunity to enjoy the last vestiges of her orgasm, I took the opportunity to take off my own jumper. There was nothing there to be particularly proud, or ashamed, of; it was just that Lily was half-naked and I felt it was a little awkward to stay fully dressed. When my head appeared out of the jumper, she was watching me and I leaned back down for a kiss on her lips. Then, her small, cold hand pressed upwards against my chest, so I broke the kiss and looked at her quizzically. "That was quite something," she said quietly. She even seemed a bit confused. I didn't know what to say, so I just lost myself in the sight of her once more. Her cheeks were a little flushed, and the wonder that I had gotten to be part of that outcome came back to me.

I snapped out of my reverie when I felt Lily slide her hand down my chest and begin to undo my jeans button. This surprised me since it was effectively the first time since she had asked me inside that she was taking any unambiguous action to advance on this journey we were on. When she had undone the button, she pushed down my jeans to just above my knees, helped by the fact that I was still leaning on my non-iron elbow, suspended above her.

I often find undressing a weirdly awkward act that involves lots of twisting and turning, all of which takes one's attention away from the lady, albeit for a greater good, so to say. In this case, however, Lily had to raise her chest upwards to be able to reach all the way to my knees, which had the decidedly pleasant side effect of pushing her breasts up towards my lips again. I took advantage and resumed kissing, stroking, licking and gently pinching. Lily fell back onto the bed, most of my body now out of her reach while I had near-unrestricted access to her own.

It had not escaped my attention, of course, that Lily was wearing black pants which sat just above her hip and, like her jumper and coat, seemed molded to follow and so accentuate the shape of her body. Her hips flared only minimally from her waist, and her legs looked longer than they were by virtue of being rather skinny, without being unnaturally so. She was just of very slight build while being of average height, which gave her proportions and movements a grace that drew attention.

Her pants were made of soft fabric, which was fortunate; for while still lavishing attention on her upper body, I had begun to consider next steps. I was still mindful of not rushing things, but although Lily was still rather passively letting me kiss her wherever I wanted and clearly happy just to enjoy the experience, she had now made a move. We both knew where we were going, and I was looking for ways to make the trip as enjoyable for her as possible.

I gradually began replacing my mouth, which through my rumination had kept attending to Lily's breasts, with my hands and moved my kisses and nibbles back up her body. We shared a long, playful kiss before I once again began letting my lips wander, eventually brushing the by-now-familiar sensitive spots on her neck and ears. My left hand trailed down towards her waist, which made her flinch a little just as she had before.

Lily's head was now fully turned to her right to give my mouth better access, her eyes closed and mouth slightly opened to let out quiet gasps of delight. She tensed a little when I shifted my hand onto her stomach, circled her navel with my fingertips and then let them slip underneath the waistband of her pants. Seeing her relax almost immediately gave me the confidence to begin undoing the button and, once that was done, begin to push her pants down.

I pushed myself up, leaving her lying on the bed somewhat unattended, to pull down her pants completely, taking her socks with them as they went. Now sitting near her feet, my eyes travelled back up to her face. She was looking at me with a curious mix of desire and apprehension. I gave her a small smile which she returned, her eyes lighting up.

Lily was wearing an unpretentious white pair of panties. Her legs, long and graceful and white and flawless, were ever so slightly parted, leaving an enticing gap that my eyes could follow up and down to my heart's content. I didn't take my eyes off her.

We were still at the edge of the large bed, where we had sat to start with and where Lily had lain back after I had removed her bra. We had shifted up a little by now, but our calves and feet were still to some extent hanging over the edge of the mattress. This made it easy for me, after I had divested myself of my own pants and socks, to resume my kissing, this time beginning at her left ankle and slowly making my way towards her hips.

Whether it was the kisses, some of which tickled the inner parts of her calf and later thigh, or my left hand, which at the same time was following along her right leg, Lily began softly sighing with each touch. I made sure to alternate between kisses, brushes, nips and even short licks to stay unpredictable for her, surmising that her orgasm had in part be caused by the slowly building but ultimately unexpected attention to her nipple.

As I got closer to her hips, my hands began roaming ahead of my lips, tracing the edges of her panties across her stomach and around her legs. It was obvious that she had shaved; her skin was silky smooth and a little cool. I don't think she was cold since there were no goosebumps; she was just one of these girls whose skin always seemed a little cold. It certainly belied how she felt, though; despite her still being remarkably quiet and her hands still lying somewhat passively by her sides, Lily's body was now responding ever more to my approach.

Her thighs were involuntarily jerking outwards every so slightly, which had the effect of giving me better access while also accentuating her thigh gap in a way that made it impossible for me to tear my eyes away from between her legs. Surrendering, I let my lips follow my gaze and hands and began placing kisses on the front of her underwear, letting my teeth gently pull at its edges occasionally.

I still had not touched her private parts, but looking up towards her face, I could see that Lily was in a state of blissful abandon, her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open as she stretched her head this way and that with my ministrations. She was so beautiful. I decided to give her a break, as well as one more opportunity to stop just in case she wanted it. I shifted back towards her head, placing a small kiss on her cheek.

She opened her eyes quizzically, and, when she saw me looking at her, smiled her radiant smile again. She didn't speak but craned her neck for another kiss. I happily obliged and, when she sighed contentedly, flattened my left hand against her stomach and pushed it underneath her panties.

She gasped quietly in what seemed like surprise when I stopped the advance of my fingers at the top of her vulva, right where her nether lips began. I stroked her in gentle concentric circles, marveling at the softness and smoothness of her skin. Her panties felt a little wet, possibly from her earlier orgasm. My fingers alternated between the circle at the top of her lips and small sideways movements below her panties that pushed up the edges towards her legs and seemingly caused a pleasant tightening around her vulva.

Lily's hips began unconsciously pressing upwards to meet my fingers; she was clearly experiencing pleasure but remained uncannily quiet. I had not heard her moan or even pant despite my best efforts so far, but she had climaxed, so maybe this was indeed just how she was: not truly passive or submissive, but just happy to have her body worshipped.

When I pulled my fingers back towards her stomach, her hips continued moving upwards for a tiny moment, as if trying to follow them. This had the useful effect of reducing the friction with the bed when I pushed Lily's panties down, exposing her to me completely. By this time, it was no surprise to me that her lower parts were the most perfect I had ever seen. She had soft, perfectly symmetrical outer lips that parted very slightly to reveal only a fraction of her inner lips, which in turn mostly hid her small clit.

I couldn't see her vagina yet, but that was hardly a wonder given that she had not parted her legs any further than before, up to this point. That, however, started to change as I returned my finger to the top of her vulva and resumed the small circles, slowly expanding them to cover more and more of her lips and eventually brushing her clit. Almost automatically, she began angling her knees sideways to give me better access, and when she had parted her legs about half way, her inner lips slid aside to reveal the entrance to her vagina.

It looked tiny, but was glistening with her excitement. I used the available space to lower my head down to her and began tracing kisses and small licks down the sides of her vulva. This elicited small gasps from Lily, who continued moving her soft thighs apart to give me better access. When I reached the bottom, I hardened my tongue and drew it slowly up the middle of her lips, over her entrance and right onto her clit. She tasted sweet.

Lily's back arched as she attempted to push herself into me for additional pressure, but I was determined to draw out her pleasure for as long as possible. Unfortunately for me, Lily clearly wanted more. Her hands lifted back off the bed and folded behind my head, locking me in place.

Ordinarily, I don't much like using my mouth and tongue on women. I don't have tons of experience, but it always seemed a bit hit and miss what works, and often the angle of my neck is uncomfortable. With Lily, however, things were different.

When I began nibbling her clit and swirling my tongue around the outside of her entrance, her hands still pressing me closer, the slowly escalating, jerking movements of her hips indicated that she loved what I was doing. Her gasps now came more frequently, and her thighs had begun closing into my head again. This time, I understood the signs. I pushed my right hand up towards her breast, and when it reached her nipple, I squeezed it gently between my forefinger and thumb, slowly increasing the pressure.

When the squeeze had reached about half the strength that I thought she could handle without pain, I abruptly squeezed just a little more while simultaneously pushing my tongue, which was still circling her vagina, into her clit. Her body immediately stiffened, her legs clamped down on my head and her hips shuddered as she experienced her second silent orgasm of the evening.

Because her clit was pulsating against my tongue, and I could not move my head, it took quite a long time for Lily's to recover sufficiently and part her thighs enough for me to escape. Her back was still slightly arched, and she was panting more audibly now than during the actual event. I sat back on my haunches and pulled down my boxers before lying down between Lily's legs.

I pushed myself up to kiss her on the lips, aware that my erection, which I had had pretty much since the moment she had given me that first gentle kiss on the cheek outside her door, was now pressing against her thigh. During that kiss, I felt her cold, soft fingers closing around my shaft before she very gently moved them up and down.

I am not particularly well-endowed, though not small either. Lily's fingers were long and slender and could hold me comfortably, and in my aroused state, I did not need much convincing to achieve my full size. Lily guided me to her and placed me just outside her lips. I gently gave her thigh a nudge with my hand and she spread her legs until they were resting on the bed, almost perpendicular to her body. This caused Lily's lips to part and my glans to slip against her entrance.

Partly because, although I try to hide it, I am not completely selfless and partly to reassure myself that I was indeed about to enter the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, I lifted my lips from hers to look at Lily's face again. She had closed her eyes again but was cooing softly, the natural movements of our bodies creating a pleasant succession of pressures where I was nestled against her entrance.

When eventually I pushed into her ever so slowly, her wetness, presumably still from her climax just a few moments ago, meant that I was past the resistance before I had really noticed it. It was only when her eyes flew open wide and she made a small "oh" sound that I realised what had happened. I was incredulous; there had been no indication whatsoever and any boy and man with eyes must have been pursuing her all her life. Then, the moment was over and as I continued pushing deeper into her, her tightness and the feeling of her small, soft breasts pressed up against my body made any attempt at coherent thought futile.

When I was fully inside her, Lily relaxed a little and I began slow, gentle thrusts into her thin body. For better control of my motions, I pushed myself onto my hands, which had the added benefit of being able to look at her perfect features again. Lily was back to her usual quietness, her body responding to my thrusts by arching her back and pushing her hips up towards mine.

I soon realised that she enjoyed shallow, relatively fast entries that hit her G-spot, followed by one or two long, deep ones that ground my own body into her clit. On the deep thrusts, her muscles tightened around me as if trying to draw me in, while the shallow ones allowed me the pleasure of feeling the entrance of her vagina opening to accept me time and again.

It did not take long for Lily to lift her thighs off the bed and close her legs behind my lower back, accentuating my movements with her own pressure. This gave me even deeper access into her body, and before long, I could feel my own orgasm approaching. Hoping against hope that I might hold out just long enough, I steepened the angle of my thrusts to improve the friction on her clit, while also transferring my weight onto my right arm and using my left hand to gently stroke her right breast.

Almost immediately, I could feel her body beginning to tighten up again, and within seconds, Lily was once again climaxing. The pulsating of her clit that I had earlier felt against my tongue now cleanly translated into strong contractions of her already tight vagina, and together with her wonderful eyes now looking up at me in pure bliss, that pushed me over the edge, too. Spurt after spurt of me emptied itself deep into her, and my exhausted arm collapsed so that I came to rest on top of her, our bodies touching along our entire length and my head resting against her neck.

Lily rested her hands on my back, gently stroking up and down. I could feel her chest heaving, as much as that was possible with my weight on her slight frame. I stayed erect for a longer-than-usual time, enjoying her ebbing contractions and the warmth and snugness around my shaft as well as the smell of her skin against my nose. Eventually, I lifted myself upwards and slowly slid out of her body. I lay down next to her, my left hand on her stomach before I soon found it wandering upwards and playing with her breast gently.

My mind wandered back to the moment of our joining, and I began to wonder if I had maybe imagined it; surely I must have. In any case, it was not the type of thing I was about to bring up with Lily; if she had chosen not to tell me, then that was her good and true right.

When Lily began to stir, it brought home to me the absurdity of our situation. We were basically strangers, yet we had shared an evening of untold intimacy. I had never experienced such a thing before, and my instincts for the right behaviour were silent. Was I to dress and leave? I decided on the only thing I could; I would leave it to Lily.

Although she had been quiet, almost passive ever since we had begun kissing and touching, I had no doubt that she had been in control of what we were doing and when we were doing it at all times. She would've known that I would never have done anything she was not wanting to do, and maybe that's why she had chosen me; for I was under no illusion that that was exactly what had happened.

It turned out that her stirring was the prelude to Lily pushing herself onto her left elbow and turning towards me. I caught myself looking down her body, her firm breasts with nipples still erect, her graceful legs now crossed and hiding her appealing thigh gap. Her shy smile was back, which I thought was adorable, given what had just happened. "Would you like to stay?" she asked, thereby removing the very ambiguity I had been wrestling with. There was no question what I would do.

We got up from the day blanket, pulled it to the floor and got into the bed proper. Lily didn't have a blanket, just a light, soft white sheet. There was no regular pillow for me, but I did not mind in the least when Lily suggested I share hers. She lay down with her back to me and I settled down behind her, wrapping my body around hers and resting my left hand on her breasts. I resumed tracing their small circumference and stroking their soft undersides and softening nipples with my fingers.

My face was buried next to Lily's neck and the wafting smell of her pulled me into a cocoon of contentment. It did not take long for Lily to gradually still, the heave of her breast in my hand reducing. Her breathing was hardly audible anymore when I followed her into a deep sleep.

When I awoke, I gathered that it was early morning. Outside her large window, the curtains of which we had not remembered to close the previous night, light rain was still pattering down onto the dark city. It was the amount of traffic headlights on the highway across the river that made me think it was probably just after 7am. Lily was still fast asleep.

Taking care not to disturb her, I disentangled my arm from her embrace and left the bed. I picked up my clothes from the floor and made my way through her bedroom door, which I quietly slid closed behind me. After dressing, which I had purposely delayed until I was out of her room, I sat on the sofa and watched the beginning sunrise slowly bathing the awakening city in an orange light.

After a while, I got up in search of her kitchen proper. It was located just next to the bookcase and kitchenette, so I took the untouched fruit and nuts with me in an effort to save what I could.

I was busy making some pancakes to supplement the larger breakfast I had set up on the kitchen table with whatever I could find in her kitchen when I heard the sliding doors to the bedroom open. I looked up to see Lily stepping into the kitchen, positively glowing after a peaceful night's sleep. She had put on a white bathrobe but had not closed the belt, letting it fall naturally around her lithe frame. She took my breath away.

"Good morning," she said before sitting down. I placed a large cup of coffee with milk in front of her, which I had had ready to go, that having been her choice at the cafe yesterday. We had a lovely, relaxed breakfast where we picked up the odd thread of our conversation from the previous day. We did not touch upon our night together; although that might sound like an awkward situation, it somehow was not. Soon, Lily's light, lively laughs were bouncing around the kitchen.

When the breakfast had ended, we tidied up the kitchen together. I was conscious that she had not had much space for herself and did not want to outstay my welcome, so soon afterwards I picked up my bag and got ready to leave. Lily accompanied me to the door. We said our goodbyes, and she gave me another soft kiss on the cheek--not unlike the one which had started our night together. As I stepped into the lift, I looked back and there she stood, watching me leave with that small, shy smile on her lips and in her eyes.

On the ground floor, I walked past a different concierge, wishing him a good morning in response to his equivalent greeting. Outside, light rain was still falling. I turned right, retracing our steps from the evening before, and was on my way.

I never met Lily again.