A Night of Unforgettable Encounters

Since I chose this job because I like it, it's not that I hate work. But there's a limit to how busy one can be, and sometimes the stress comes precisely because I like it. I'm not yet enlightened enough to just accept it as work. It's been four years since I started working, and now that I'm in my mid-twenties, I'm starting to wonder if this is okay.

Maybe because of the stress, I've been having headaches lately.
When my head hurts, I sit at the counter seat of a bar I go to for a break and talk to the bartender polishing glasses.

"Do you have any cocktails that clear your head?"

"We have a few refreshing ones."

A refreshing cocktail, huh. A sharp pain runs through my head, and I shake it lightly. As I was looking at the menu, wondering what to choose, the person sitting next to me suddenly said,

"A screwdriver for the young lady here,"

and looked at me. He had a gentle impression with a tear mole under his right eye. It was the first time I'd seen him. As I stared at him,

"Let me treat you to a drink. The screwdriver here is delicious,"

he said with a troubled smile. The cocktail handed over by the bartender was a refreshing orange-flavored one. Somehow, I felt like my head was clearing up. Maybe my thoughts were showing on my face, as he looked at me happily.

"It's quite a strong drink, so just one. It's dangerous for a young lady to walk the streets tipsy at night."

"I'm not that young. I'm already 26."

"I thought the same when I was your age. But in the eyes of the world, I was still a greenhorn. Even at 30, that might not change much."

From there, we talked a lot about work and hobbies. He was a good listener and a good talker. I feel like we talked about a lot of things. Before I knew it, I had forgotten about my headache.

I woke up to the alarm on my smartphone. The wake-up time was 7:15, as usual. But where am I...? I went to the bar yesterday, had a great conversation with the person next to me... and then? I can't remember anything after that. I vaguely remember leaving the bar. On the table was a business card along with some money. Come to think of it, I didn't ask his name.

'John Smith'

Was it John Smith? I casually looked at the back and saw a phone number written there.
I carefully put the business card away and stood up. I need to take a shower and go home first. I don't remember taking a train, so it must be a hotel near the station. My house is on the opposite side of the station, so I should have time to go home and change. I'm really glad I live in an apartment close to the office. I started calculating the time in my head and getting ready.

From the amount of money left, I thought it was more than enough to cover the hotel bill. I can't remember what happened, but shouldn't I cover half of it? Or should I just accept it as a one-night stand since I don't remember clearly...

Despite my worries, work went more smoothly than usual, and I was able to leave on time. After much hesitation, I decided to call. My fingers trembled as I tapped the number and listened to the ringing tone.

"Hello, this is John. Is this Emily?"

"Uh, yes, it's me. I'm sorry for the trouble I caused yesterday. I don't remember anything, unfortunately... I'd like to return the hotel fee, so could we meet up?"

"Oh, you don't have to. Was it too much? Really, it's fine. Even if you insist. Okay, how about we meet at the station on Friday?"

"That's fine. Is 7 o'clock okay? ...Alright, Friday at 7 then. Thank you, goodbye."

I've made plans to meet him again. Even though I only know his age, job, and name. I remember we talked about a lot of things, but why can't I remember anything after that? Come to think of it, screwdrivers are strong drinks. Maybe it was because I drank something with a high alcohol content.

And so, Friday came. I arrived earlier than the appointed time, but John was already waiting.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

"No, I just finished my work at a nearby company earlier than expected, so I got here early."

Oh, I see. I took out an envelope from my bag and handed it to him.

"I'm sorry for the trouble. Here's the change and half of it. Please check it. I've included the receipt just in case."

"It was cheaper than I thought. Let's use this as funds to have a drink. I recently found a nice place. Shall we go?"

I was planning to just hand over the money and leave. But somehow, I took his hand and started walking with him. Was I drawn to him when my headache disappeared? Is it wrong to want to know more? I don't really understand myself. It felt like a waste to just hand over the money and leave after meeting him.

John naturally walked on the side of the road, matching my walking speed. He didn't let go of my hand, even though it wasn't necessary. We talked about safe topics like the weather as we walked. On a Friday night with lots of people around. I wondered how we looked to others.

The place John took me to was not just a private room but a completely private one. The staff confirmed that we wouldn't take photos of the room, food, or drinks and upload them to social media. As soon as we entered the room, a large aquarium filled the window.

"It's more grand than I heard. You can see it from every room. There's a tank in the center, and the rooms surround it. You can see the window of the room across, but it's a one-way mirror, so you can't see inside."

"It's so beautiful. I didn't know about this place."

The white walls and furniture looked blue. The reasonably priced food was all delicious. Beautiful tropical fish swam by. The unusual atmosphere lifted my spirits.

"Hey, Emily. Do you really not remember anything from the other day?"

"I'm sorry. You weren't there when I woke up to the alarm. Did I cause any trouble...?"

"Not really. You were affectionate, but you fell asleep right after we kissed..."

With a dry laugh, I felt the blood drain from my face. I remember the kiss, but being affectionate...? What did I really do? My memory is completely blank, and I'm starting to doubt myself. I can't remember anything. It might have been a rare opportunity. Falling asleep, falling asleep.

"It's okay, really. But if you'd like, shall we continue from where we left off?"

I couldn't say yes or no. As I was about to say something, John's lips sealed my words.

"Come here."

He took my hand and led me to a quiet door at the back.
The room was smaller than the previous one and had a bedroom. A luxurious canopy bed stood out oddly. There was a sweet scent in the air.

"This place is also a hotel. I was hoping for the best."

He easily pushed me onto the bed and covered my mouth again. His tongue slipped into my slightly open mouth, and my tongue, startled, was entwined. My thoughts became hazy. The bed also had a sweet scent. I wonder what it is. I didn't feel like pushing him away, so I tightly gripped John's shirt.

"The sweet scent is dizzying."

"They say it's an aroma with an aphrodisiac effect that only works on women. I thought it was a myth, but Emily, you're melting with just a kiss."

I wrapped my arms around John's neck and asked for another kiss. I didn't care about anything anymore. Whether it was the effect of the aphrodisiac or not, my head was foggy, and my body was hot. I didn't know if it was the effect of the aphrodisiac. I just wanted it so badly.

As we kissed, he unbuttoned my blouse one by one. He slipped it off my arms, unhooked my bra, and slipped his hand inside.

"Ah."

He gently caressed around, and I let out a small voice. His fingertips brushed against the tips that had started to assert themselves. He only brushed them lightly, never fully touching them. It was like he was teasing me, gently caressing around, occasionally brushing lightly, leaving me wanting more. He lightly scratched.

"Your skin is so hot. It feels like it's melting just by touching it."

"Ah! More, more!"

While scratching one side, he sucked strongly on the other. Just when I thought he was sucking, he licked with the tip of his tongue, rolling it around like candy in his mouth.

The awaited stimulation made my spine shiver. Suddenly, he bit sweetly, and a moan escaped my lips. That voice seemed to trigger more intense caresses. He bit sweetly, pulled and scratched with his fingertips. Each time, a tingling sensation ran up my spine like electricity, and sweet moans spilled out.

"Ah! Ah!"

While continuing to caress my chest, he unhooked my skirt, and it slipped off my legs. He removed my black knee-high stockings, and his palm touched directly. Just a touch over the crotch made me feel the honey dripping.

"Even though it's still over your underwear, it's soaking through. A little pain seems to get a better reaction, so maybe a little pain is the right answer."

He lightly bit my inner thigh, and my spine arched. Again, I felt the honey dripping. The last piece that had already given up its role was removed, and his fingers delved deep inside.

"Ah, it feels good! More."

Just a slight movement of his fingers made a wet sound. His fingertips brushed against the swelling clit.

"Ah! Ah!"

A stronger pleasure than from my chest ran through me, and my hips trembled. His fingers rubbed, and a vivid pleasure that felt both sweet and painful ran through me. I wanted more, but I was also scared of more. The expectation and fear of pleasure battled in my heart.

I wanted more, but I was scared of more. The conflicting feelings were balanced.
He lightly scratched, and a shiver of pleasure ran through me.

"I want more..."

Finally, the expectation outweighed the fear. Despite the anxiety, the desire to know more won. I was curious about what would happen to me, and that curiosity leaned towards expectation.

Before I could finish speaking, he placed his hand under my knees and spread my legs. It was a position that seemed to show off my glistening, wet secret. The feeling of being watched also brought pleasure, and more honey dripped.

"It's dripping, soaking the sheets. I can tell, you're wanting it so badly."

"Ah, no, it's embarrassing..."

Suddenly, I was overwhelmed with shame. He laughed at the considerable delay. His tongue touched the clit that had been teased earlier. He lightly sucked, and I let out a sweet sound. I reflexively tried to close my legs, but they were firmly held in place.

The remaining shred of reason tried to push him away, but halfway through, it gave up and instead embraced him, pressing against him.

As if seeing through everything, he delved deeper. He bit sweetly, licked with his tongue. His tongue slipped into the shallow entrance.

"Ah, that's good! Ah, ah!"

He sucked strongly on the honey, and his tongue moved in and out vigorously. Whether it was because it had been a while or because of the sweet scent, I felt more than usual. The earlier fear had already disappeared, and now only the expectation of pleasure was rising. He lightly scratched the clit.

"Ah!"

Again, honey dripped. He licked up the overflowing honey, and my outline became blurred. The strong pleasure made the feeling of climax rise in my head.

"I'm coming! I'm going to come! Ah!"

"Come, Emily."

With those words, his tongue moved in and out vigorously again, and as he rubbed the clit strongly, a white flash ran through my tightly closed eyelids.

"Ah, ah! I'm coming! Ah, ah!"

With a sound, honey dripped, wetting my inner thighs. John wiped his lips and raised his face.

"You look like you feel good. But we won't go all the way today."

"No, I want it."

"That's a very tempting invitation, but instead, I'll make you come until you can't take it anymore."

The sweet scent soaked into my hair and fingertips. There's still plenty of time until dawn. This night doesn't seem to be ending anytime soon.

Fin.