In the AM.

We woke the next morning how we had spent the rest of the night. Piya enveloped in my arms and the both of us blissfully happy. Feeling her stir against my chest brought me awake just as Piya was returning to full consciousness. I kept my eyes closed, wanting everything to stay just like this for a few minutes more. Even without sight, my lips knew the way Piya’s sensitive spot on the nape of her neck. I kissed her and felt a jolt go through her body as she spun within my arms and turned to face me. She kissed me, her hair blocking out the light and closing off the world to us.

“Good morning beautiful,” I say in greeting to her as our kiss finishes.

“Good morning handsome,” Piya returns to me.

More kisses follow as we both enjoy the first morning in our gorgeous hotel room.

Remembering back to yesterday and Piya’s surprise for me when we first arrived, I can’t help but smile as I think of the night that followed.

“I can’t believe what got into you last night,” I tell her.

“Me? Oh no, that was all Bambi,” she says coyly, her eyes darting down and cheeks blushing.

“You, Bambi, whoever it was. It was incredible,” I say.

“Well if you’re lucky the agency might be able to send her out again sometime,” Piya tells me before grinning, “if you can afford her again that is…”

I laugh and tell Piya I’d better apply for a higher limit on my credit card if that’s the case.

Neither of us is in a rush to get up and are both feeling the effects of some more than strenuous activity.

“I hope this hotel has a spa and sauna,” I say as I roll onto my back and stretch out my legs.

Piya’s face winces a little as she too begins to flex her body. “Yeah, I’m a little bit tender down there too actually.” A thought suddenly entering her mind she rolls toward me and nuzzles up into me. Her fingers grazing my chest as she asks, “you couldn’t kiss something better for me, could you?”

Piya’s big puppy dog eyes ensuring there’s no way I’d ever say no.

Thus, it was that my face was buried in between Piya’s legs, her fingers digging into my hair as she soon approached her orgasm when there was a knock at our hotel door. The first indication to me was when Piya started to pull me away from licking her sensitive clit and nearly kicked me off the end of the bed as she rushed to get up.

“Damn where did we put the robes last night?” Piya asked as she frantically searched the floor of discarded clothing.

“Just one minute!” she called out as she threw a robe to me and covered herself with one of her own. Piya had switched into a see-through black nightie to sleep in last night and couldn’t exactly answer the door in that.

Both modestly covered, Piya unlocked the door while I sat in the armchair I had fallen into the night before.

“Candace!” Piya calls out in shock at seeing her friend Doctor Xi at our door, “what are you doing here? I didn’t think I’d see you until the conference.”

“I found out which hotel you were staying at from the university and thought you might like to have breakfast together?” Candace says. Stepping into the hotel room her nose suddenly flares. “Oh my God Piya! It smells like a Saigon sex shop in here! Have you two gotten any sleep at all last night?”

Piya shrieks and goes a bright red as she starts slapping her friend Candace in the arm beating her back out into the hallway. “Shut up! Oh my God! I’m going to kill you,” Piya screams as both Candace and I break into laughter.

“I better not have to stitch him up again! I didn’t bring my suture kit,” is the last thing I hear from Candace as the two girls disappear into the hallway, the door closing behind them.

I spend the next couple of minutes Piya and Candace are talking outside in the hall righting the hotel room and picking up discarded pieces of clothing and lingerie. I grab an apple juice from the minibar and decide I had better start getting ready with a shower. My head is under the stream of almost-too-hot hot water when I am joined in the glass cubicle. I feel a pair of arms slide underneath my armpits and wrap them around my chest.

“Hey,” I say looking back to Piya’s wild bed hair being cowed by the individual streams of the rain showerhead.

“Hey,” she says back, kissing me on the shoulder blade. “Candace is going to meet us downstairs in the restaurant so we have to get ready.”

“No time to finish what we started then?” I ask.

Piya answers by way of a bite over the spot she had just kissed me on.

“No time, unfortunately,” she says sadly.

Candace is seated in the dining area when we join her not too much later. A half-drunk cup of coffee and a copy of the Sydney Morning Herald open in front of her.

“Oh good, you showered,” she says playfully in greeting.

Piya swats away the top of the paper and Candace puts away the newspaper now that we are there. We order a round of coffees and as I let the two friends chat about the conference, I take a moment to run my eye over Miss Xi. Having seen her a total of two times in my life, I am surprised by the difference in her here from the hospital. In the E.R. department, she had been an aura of calm and professionalism, exactly what would be needed in such a high-tension environment. Here I am seeing a much more relaxed and sociable side to her. Candance is dressed in a pair of high waisted black pants, billowy around the legs but tight around the hips and stomach. Tucked into her pants is a very expensive looking silk blouse in a deep navy blue with red flowers all over it. Without a doctor’s coat on I am able to fully appreciate how curvaceous she is, a surprise for an otherwise quite thin Chinese woman. Doctor Xi’s looks like she has also had her hair cut in preparation for the event. He body hair cut now curls just around her delicate ear and no longer, the back of her nape shaved with electric clippers.

Having exchanged timing for each other’s speeches, I am once again brought back into the conversation.