Published on February 12, 2009

Phoebe, an African-American workaholic finds herself stuck in Brussels airport only to be joined by Ray, a tall handsome Asian businessman who’s found himself in the same boat. Their chance meeting spills into one night that will leave them both changed

Change of Plans

IR Erotica Scoville Scale: Tastefully Wicked

“Attention: All flights are delayed at this time due to adverse weather conditions. Please listen for all updates. Thank you.” The attendant announced over the PA system.

Damn this can’t be happening. I’ve got to get out of here tonight or I’ll miss my connection in Shanghai. Lord knows when I’ll get back to the States. Who knew that Brussels received this much snow? It’s been snowing for 3 days, ruining my plans. Well at least I closed the deal, that’s a positive. I can’t get stuck here, this place is packed, she thought.

“Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?” A deep male voice asked. Looking up from her laptop, Phoebe Rogers came face to face with a tall Asian businessman offering a warm smile.

“No, no one is sitting here. Please have a seat.” She said gathering her coat from the seat.

“Thank you. This place is a zoo.” He said sitting down his briefcase and settling into his seat noticing the way Phoebe nibbled at her full bottom lip as if she was worried about something. “Would you happen to have the time? I’ve been across so many time zones my sense of time has been thrown out of whack.”

“Sure, it’s 6:30pm local time. I know the feeling. I’ve been here for three days on business and I was hoping to get a flight out tonight but the weather isn’t cooperating.” Damn he smells good!

“Three days. If you don’t mind me asking, what do you do?”

“I’m an investment banker. What about you? What are you doing here?” Turning to face him.

“Same, I was here in Bruges shooting one of my client’s dreams to shit. It was a bad investment, he’ll thank me later.” He chuckled. “I’m sorry, my name is Ray O’Connell.”

“Hi Ray, I’m Phoebe Rogers. Looks like we’ll be here for a while. Are you trying to meet a connecting flight?” she asked looking him up and down. He’s taller than other Asians I’ve met, he must be 6’3”and his body is cut. He must workout.

Ray couldn’t take his eyes away from her mouth. The way her lips moved, the way her brown almond shaped eyes sparkled when she smiled and her dark brown skin was radiant. He wondered what her hair would look like if she took it out of its ponytail and let it go free. It didn’t matter, she was still beautiful.

“Yes, I’m going to

Germany and then on to Shanghai.” Ray answered.

“Oh so we’re on the same flight. Are you from Shanghai?” she said pulling her long legs into the chair with her.

“No, I’m going there for business. I’m not really from one given place.” He turned getting more comfortable facing her. “I was born in Tokyo and lived there until I was 3 months old. My Father was a diplomat so we lived around the world. Now I’m living in

England…well if you want to call it living. I haven’t been home in three weeks.”

“Wow and I thought I had it bad. I haven’t been home to New York in over a week. Hopefully things will slow down a bit.” She casually propped her head on her hand.

“It must be rough on your family to have you away so long.”

“If by family you mean a dog that’d rather be at the kennel than home with me then yes, it has been rough. What about you, what’s your sad story?”

“That is sad indeed.” He said leaning into her as if to tell her a secret. “My girlfriend left me 9 months ago for a woman. I guess I couldn’t give her what she needed. I never saw it coming but now it’s over it feels damn good.” He laughed.

“Isn’t that the way it always happens? You think you know what you want but when it’s gone you realize that you don’t miss it at all.” returning his flirtation sentiment.

“Amen! It felt strange that we had spent four years in a relationship and when it was over I didn’t feel bitter or alone, I felt nothing. Even knowing that she left me for a woman didn’t make me loose any sleep.”

“Can I ask you a personal question?” she asked watching his lips move.

“Sure, if I can ask you one.”

“How tall are you?” she asked.

“Is that your personal question? I’m 6’3”. My Father is Irish and my Mother is Japanese so I got my height from my Father.” he said resisting the urge to flirt too much.

“And what’s yours?”

“Will you have a drink with me?” he asked standing offering his hand.

"Sure, we’re not going anywhere anytime soon.” she took his hand.

After managing to find an empty table amongst the sea of people in the lounge, they sat talking and laughing over cocktails for a couple of hours. They swopped war stories of him growing up in embassies around the world and always being ‘That Asian Guy’ on his college basketball team. She told him about growing up African-American but being called White because she didn’t speak broken English or have a baby-daddy.

“You are so funny.” He laughed.

“Seriously, I’m 33 years old now. I thought about renting me a baby-daddy just so I’d fit in.” she joked. He has the cutest dimples when he smiles.

“Well I’m 34 and I tell you this; I’m not going to be a baby-daddy. When I finally settle down, with however has the guts to put up with me, then I’m going to have a shit load of babies. I mean, I want her pregnant for the first 5 years of our marriage.”

Phoebe’s eyes went as big as saucers. “Please tell me you’re kidding!”

“Of course I’m kidding. One or two but no more than that, any more than two and you run the risk of stepping on one of them.” he said sending her into laughs. She reached across their small table and touched his hand as she laughed. He felt a tingle go down his spine.

“Oh but the best part of being genetically ambiguous is the look on peoples faces when they finally put my face to my name.” Ray said. “I had an interview some years ago, I was the only person in the waiting area, and the secretary looks around the room and leaves the room. A few minutes later she comes back and looks again. Finally I ask her who she’s looking for. She says Ray O’Connell to which I raise my hand.” Phoebe burst out laughing.

“Yeah but it gets better. I finally meet the guy doing the interview and he looks at me, then at my resume. No kidding he does this four time before I say in a heavy Irish brogue, “Yes I’m Ray O’Connell. It’s great to meet you. Why don’t we sit down and have a chat?” Ray said barely holding a straight face.

“Oh my goodness that’s funny!” Phoebe said clutching her chest.

“I had to be the only tall Asian kid living in

South Africa that spoke Japanese with an Irish brogue. At least now I’m able to control it.” he laughed.

“Can I please have your attention? All flights have been canceled. Please go to the reception desk for rental car and hotel reservations. Thank you.” The PA voice announced. The crowd all started running for the reception desk but Ray didn’t flinch.

“You’ve got to be joking. I’m never going to get a room. I’m going to end up sleeping in the terminal seats.” Phoebe said watching the mob of people. Ray gathered their laptop bags, throwing them over his shoulder and handed Phoebe her coat.

“Yes, we will if we don’t get moving. Come on.” He said grabbing her by the hand, pulling her through the bar, into the streaming mob and out of the airport. “Taxi!” he called.

“Where are we going?”

“I have an idea. By the time all of those people call and make reservations we can be back in Bruges in our rooms. It’s only a 30-45 minute drive. Once the reception desk has filled the rooms in Brussels proper then they will start calling inns and hotels in the surrounding areas…Bruges. So why don’t we…” he said.

“Cut out the middle man! Taxi!” she called. A taxi pulled up and they raced back to Bruges.

“Where can I take you?” the driver asked.

“We’re going to the closest inn or hotel in Bruges. How soon can you get us there?”

“It will take about 30 minutes sir.” He replied.

“If you get us there in 15 I’ll make it worth your while.” Ray said to which the driver floored the car. Phoebe grabbed onto Ray as the car jerked into motion, he threw his arm across her. “Are you alright?” he asked.

“Yes, I just didn’t see that coming.” She said not realizing her hand was still resting on his leg. He wasn’t going to move it.

The drive swung the car on the motorway, cutting off another taxi. They exchanged honks. Phoebe fell sideways into Ray, he caught her. “We’re going to die.” He joked.

“We had to get the one taxi driver in Brussels with aspirations of driving Formula One.” She said trying to break the sexual tension between them. He held her face in his hands, he wanted to kiss her, and she wanted to be kissed.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked softly looking into her eyes.

“Yeah.”

Cupping her face, he brought her lips up to his kissing her soft full lips. Taking possession of her lips, he nibbled and sucked before she parted them slightly and gently taking his tongue into her mouth. His tongue exploring hers in an erotic dance of quiet slow lust. Her lips softly pulling at his, his pulling at hers. The taxi driver watching their exchanges in his rearview mirror for duration of the ride before stopping in front of a quaint Bed and Breakfast.

“We are here. This is a very nice place and they should have a room for you.” The driver called breaking them from their spell.

With a couple of quick pecks they released one another. “Thank you.” Ray said handing the taxi 100 dollars. “Shall we go?” turning to Phoebe.

Walking into the small B&B they were meant by the warmth of the fire burning in the living room when a two or three other couples sat having dinner. “May I help you?” asked the innkeeper.

“Yes, we are looking for lodging for tonight. We will be leaving tomorrow morning.” Ray answered.

The innkeeper checked her log. “We have one room left, it’s on the third floor and…oh it’s a nice one. Your wife will be very happy.” The innkeeper said looking from Ray to Phoebe.

“Oh I’m not….” Phoebe said before Ray cut her off pushing her behind him.

“She’s not very picky. I’m sure she’ll be pleased with the room.” He said. The innkeeper looked at them quizzically. Satisfied, she gave them the room key and pointed them to the staircase.

“What was that about? Why didn’t you tell her we weren’t married?” Phoebe asked as they walking up the winding staircase, out of the innkeeper’s earshot.

“Because she wouldn’t have given us the room if she’d known the truth. Bruges is still very conservative in that way. I hope you don’t mind staying with me tonight Mrs. O’Connell.”

“No, not at all. Thank you for invitation. I would've been sleeping in the terminal.” She said trying not to stare at Ray’s ass.

Unlocking the room’s door, he ushered her inside turning on the lights. “Are you kidding? I wasn’t going to allow you to sit there alone. It’s my pleasure having you stay with me.” He said dropping their bags in the closet. “Do you want to go out for dinner?”

Without any further words Phoebe turned to him, kissing him passionately. He wrapped one arm around her waist and used the other hand to grip her ass, pulling her up and sitting her on the dresser. She unbuttoned his shirt letting it fall from his muscular shoulders. He lifted her shirt over her head revealing her black lace bra before releasing her hair from its tie. He kissed her neck as she unbuttoned his pants. He cupped her breast tightly.

“Oh that’s feeling good.” she moaned.

“You smell so good, damn you’re sexy.” He said unhooking her bra, her large breast falling free. “Are these real?” he said taking them both into his hands.

“Yep, I get that question all the time.” She replied as he took one of her nipples into his mouth.

He picked her up and moved her to the bed. They lay naked, kissing each other but nothing more. Their hungry for one another concentrated in their mouths, not sizzling or rushed lust. No, theirs was a smoldering, lingering, passionate, sensual, dragging kiss from which neither wanted to rush. It was only when there was a knock at the door that their bound was broken. Ray threw on his pants and answered.

“Sorry to bother you but I wanted to let you know that the kitchen is closing for the night. If you want supper you will have to make other arrangements.” The innkeeper said.

Ray turned to Phoebe, she shook her head. “Thank you but we will make other arrangement if we become hungry. Good night.” He closed the door.

Returning to the bed, he found Phoebe tucked under the covers. He joined her pulling her atop him. “You are so beautiful Phoebe. I’m very surprised that you aren’t involved with someone.” He pushed her hair away from her face.

“Nope, no one at all but who knows maybe it’ll happen.” She said kissing his forehead and working her way down his tone body planting light kisses along the way. Coming to his cock she was almost too afraid to look. Based on the myth that Asian men had small penises, she didn’t want to be disappointed. He wasn’t. Thank God.

Slowly she took his cock into her mouth, working her lips and tongue like a porn star. “Oh shit that feels good.” he groaned as he pumped into her mouth gently. She was drugged by his scent; she could cum from it alone. Minutes went by and she continued to suck, he felt his orgasm rising and pulled away from her. Flipping her on her back, he spread her legs. “It’s your turn.” He kissed her flat stomach, lowering himself down to her hairless mound. Slowly he parted her pussy lips and licked deeply.

“Oooh.” She cried arching off the bed. “Damn that feels good.”

He lapped, sucked, flicked, and nibbled her tender pussy. “Damn Phoebe you taste so fucking good. I could stay down here all night eating your pussy.”

“I’m cumming. Ray, I’m cumming.” She cried.

“Already? Shit.” He said sticking two fingers into her pussy and flicking his tongue around her erect clit. “Shit you taste good, so sweet.”

“Oh baby! Ray, lick me baby. Oh God!” she screamed as her orgasm over took her. "I’m cumming again.” He pumped into her faster, licking her like a mad man. Her pussy sucked his wet fingers.

“Cum all you want, I’m not going anywhere.” He said licking her pussy lips as her orgasm subsided.

“Do you have protection?” she said finally.

“No. I don’t normal do this sort of thing.” He said aligning himself with her.

“Don’t worry I have you covered.” She collected her purse and handing him a condom.

“Thank God. I was worried for a moment.” He said sliding it over his cock.

“I’m always prepared.” She said as his slid one of his legs between hers, positioning himself between her legs. Kissing her deeply with both hands on either side of her head, she wrapped her arms around his neck and submitted to him completely. Their mouths needed each other, for them to be this close and not kissing would be impossible. They were connected on another level, their passion unspeakable.

“Phoebe, I don’t want to do this if you’re not ready.” He said looking into her brown eyes.

She’d never seen herself attracted to an Asian man before but Ray was different, he was sensual and her body burned for his. “I want it. I’m ready.” She said.

Slowly lifting her ass with one hand, he entered her. “Oh damn.” They moaned. He slowly moved into her, not wanting to harm her. “Phoebe you are amazing baby.” He said lost in her. Gradually he increased his force, plowed into her with tender passion, looking deep into her eyes. She fell speechless, her eyes intensely focused on his. Her head leaned back into the pillow and her eyes began to roll back into her head, he forced her to look into his eyes; panting heavily, her orgasm torn through her.

“Oooohh Ray! Fuck I’m cumming!” she screamed unable to take her eyes away from him. With each stroke she submitted more of herself. With each stroke he drug her orgasm on and on.

“Phoebe, I want to cum but not like this. Turn around.” He said standing and flipping her over doggy style. Holding her waist, he entered. Pumping into her deeply, methodically working her from all angles. Feeling his orgasm rising, he pulled her up on her knees, against his chest until her head rest on his shoulder, he continued to plow into her with long hard strokes.

“Oh God Ray, fuck me oh.” She moaned feeling his hand grip tits tenderly. “You…feel….so…good baby. Harder harder.”

“I’m about to cum Phoebe.” He moaned into the side of her neck. “Baby I’m cumming. Oh God!” he groaned as he released his load.

“Oh Ray!” she moaned at the sensation. He held her in place against him, pumping until he had no more to give. Their breathing slowed, they collapsed onto the bed. A few minutes passed, he kissed the back of her neck before walking to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

Returning to the bed, he found her lying in his spot, he sat on the edge of the bed looking at her beautiful profile. He brushed her hair back from her face.

“That was amazing” she said kissing his hand.

“Yes it was.” He paused unable to stop looking at her. “We have a problem. The condom broke.”

Phoebe sat up in the bed pulling the covers back to feel his cum leaking from her pussy. “Oh my God Ray.” She said quietly.

“Shh.” He said calming her, he moved closer, pulling her head onto his shoulder. “I’m sure everything will be fine.”

Immediately she sat up putting space between them. “Ray, I didn’t do it on purpose. I didn’t plan this. You have to believe me, I didn’t” she said franticly.

“I know, I know. Calm down, I know you didn’t plan this. Neither of us planned this but it’s happened. Are you on the pill?” he said smoothing her head.

“No, I’m not. What am I going to do?”

“I’m sure its going to fine. This sort of thing happens all the time and no babies are born. But just in case we need to exchange contact information.” She shook her head in disbelief. “Yes, we must exchange numbers just in case. If you do become pregnant you must contact me, you will not be alone.” he said putting his forehead against hers.

“You’re right. This happens everyday. Everything will be fine. I just have to calm down a bit.” She said before he kissed her lips softly. “Calm is good.”

“Yes, calm is good.” he said kissing her again. “Do you want to go to sleep now?”

“Yes, I’m exhausted. I’ll get cleaned up.” She said kissing him again and walking to the bathroom. He watched her nude body walk away from him, it was then that he realized that it didn’t matter what happened. A few moments later she called for him.

“Ray, can you please hand me my overnight bag? I have an extra set of clothes in there.” She called from the bathroom. He retrieved the bag and handed it to her. He leaned against the doorframe looking at her brush her hair up into a ponytail.

“Thank you.” She smiled at his reflection in the mirror. “What are you looking at?”

“I’m looking at you Mrs. O’Connell. I like your hair down.” He said wrapping his arms around her waist. The contrast in their skin tones was artful. She closed her eyes and rest her head against his chest exposing her neck; he leaned down and it tenderly.

“You are so warm.”

“I’d rather be called hot but if that’s all I am to you now that you have my sperm then fine.” He joked slapping her ass and walking to the bed. She followed. “The bad thing about sperm is you can’t ask for it back.” He laughed as she jumped him from behind throwing him on the bed.

“You know you’re hot, I don’t have to tell you that. I’m sure you have women telling you that everyday.” She said as he flipped her on her back.

“Yeah but the only one that I wanted to hear it from has just taken my sperm and reduced me to ‘warm’. What a fucking let down!” He said as he kissed her face franticly. Phoebe burst into laughter.

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The next morning after breakfast they rode back to the airport. The silence in the car was defying, she lay her head in his lap as they rode along. He stroked her hair as he looked out into the passing landscape. What had begun as a casual conversation had grown into something more. Not love, not lust. It had grown into an earnest desire to get to know each better.

After checking in, changing their seat assignments to be together, they waited in the lounge for the plane to broad; he lay across her lap as they watch the television, neither wanting to be the first to bring up the conversation.

“Well I guess I’ll bring it up. This way we don’t have to worry about it when we get to Shanghai.” She said reaching into her purse and retrieving her business card; quickly she wrote her address and home phone number on the back. Ray sat up and did the same. After the exchange he returned to his position until the plane was ready to broad.

They both slept almost the entire trip. The first leg to

Germany, she lay in his arms. The second leg to Shanghai, he in hers. The plane touched down and they both knew it was over.

Ray walked Phoebe to her gate. Both knew it wasn't love but it wasn’t a one night stand. Neither really knew what to say or how to say it. They stood looking at one another not wanting to move.

Ray please say something. Tell me that I will see you again.

“This is the last boarding call for American Airline flight 1440 to San Francisco. You are boarding at gate number 6.” The PA voice announced.

“Well Mrs. O’Connell, that’s your call. You’d better go before you miss your flight.” He said trying to give a comforting smile. She grabbed his face and kissed his as if her life depended on it. He cupped her face and returned her passion two fold, neither wanted to be the first to let go.

Phoebe released her hold putting space between them. “I’d better go. I’ll call you when I land in San Francisco.” kissing him three more times before turning to broad the plane. He waved goodbye as the doors closed.

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2 months later…

‘Bing’
“Phoebe, the timer went off. Get up and go check it.” Phoebe’s sister Tasha said poking Phoebe in the side as she lay on sofa in her night gown.

“You go check it. I know what it says.” She said rolling over and covering her head with her pillow. Tasha jumps from the sofa and goes to the bathroom. She returned minutes later with the stick.

“Phoebe you are pregnant girl.” She grinned.

“I knew it.”

TO BE CONTINUED………