The Scotsman and The Porcelain Fox Pt. 2

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As The Scotsman walked from his room to the elevator, he replayed the scene in his head. At the end of the evening, he had retired to his room. The heat had lingered into the night and even the ice in his malt had not kept it at bay. Tomorrow was a new day and a new adventure. As the elevator had opened and he stepped in, he heard the commotion on the stairwell and lobby. He waited. As they approached, her scent and voice left no question it was The Fox. The accent was North American. She had been enjoying herself downstairs; the drinks were flowing, and she looked completely delicious in a summer dress that hugged every curve she owned. Many times, they had caught eyes and danced the flirty dance that holidaymakers do when they are curious of a mysterious stranger. The heat and the fact she had a man had left the Scotsman frustrated so he had called it a night.
As they appeared in the elevator doorway and entered, it was apparent The Fox had let the wine get the better of her. Not overly drunk, her class was still intact, but inebriated all the same. It gave her a confidence she lacked by the pool, and she giggled and smiled openly as her man guided her in. No smile from him, only an acknowledgement that another male was near, and he must be guarded of his masculinity. Why must we men act out this charade…? As The Fox and her silent companion settled in, she had surprised him. An act so brazen it boiled his *** with not only rage, but a wild desire that ignited a scene in his head that resulted in her male companion knocked out on the floor as The Scotsman took her relentlessly over his comatose frame. Stay calm… Not now. Not here.
It was not her fault; she had merely tried to gain her balance. She had rested a sweaty hand on The Scotsman's shirt as she steadied herself on his shoulder to take her shoes off. The straps were undone already, and her feet must have ached. It was done so confidently that he had to admire it through gritted teeth. As she reached down to take each shoe off, he had caught a glimpse of her soles and tensed. This fetish will be the death of me, he thought then; why must it plague me this way? If only she knew the way it made him feel, would she push it even further…? Best to keep that a secret. A man needs his secrets as women do. As she gathered her shoes up and handed them to her dutiful man, The Fox had purred an apology. It gained The Scotsman's respect. After all, she had aroused him, and left a stain on a good shirt. The stain would wash for sure, but the arousal would take time to extinguish…
As the memory of their departure began to fade, The Scotsman entered the elevator. The night before, he had nodded respectfully at the apology and as the two exited the elevator they had locked eyes one more time to cement the fact they had made first physical contact and there was no going back now. I need a drink, The Scotsman thought as the elevator door opened to a wave of heat and the realisation that today he would bring this matter to a close once and for all. As he strode across to the bar, The Fox and her man were already at the loungers. Today, a bottle of water was by her side, and she was careful to stay out of the sun's harsh gaze. Fragile today perhaps, he considered. It matters not, this situation needed resolved. The Fox became aware of The Scotsman's presence instantly, like she had been waiting. Expecting. Acknowledgement through the eyes followed, and she traced his steps to the bar. A nod and a smile between the drink pourer and the drinker, and within a flash The Scotsman had his tipple in hand. He turned to see The Fox had risen; the instructions she gave her man were irrelevant. Words he would never know…
The fact she looked over and let it linger then left the area, that was the only thing that mattered in that moment. The barman noticed the development in the situation; it was his job after all to know his customers and what went on in his domain. He and The Scotsman shared the briefest of glances and a sly grin, then The Scotsman took a long sip of the whisky and left the glass on the bar before beginning the hunt. The chase is on, he delighted.
The Fox walked through the marble-floored halls, clasping her flip-flops. She paused to look round, then continued walking. She knew he would follow, or at least she hoped. She needed excitement in her life, and it was clear the man she was with could not provide it. Who was this mysterious stranger who evidently desired her by the way he stared at her? It mattered not. He was exciting. Rugged, but well-kept and well put together. Should she explain to her man that it was over, and she wished to fall under the spell of a mystery holidaymaker who made her feel more wanted than he ever had? The thought was ludicrous. Absurd. She giggled to herself as she reached the stairs. As she reached down to slide her flip-flops on, she lifted her feet to reveal her dirty soles. I will need a shower, she thought… At that moment, she froze. He is watching me. I feel it.
And he was. Across the marble-floored hallway, The Scotsman watched as The Fox finally released herself from paralysis and finished putting her flip-flops on. She looked his way shyly. This time, their gaze held for a few seconds. Desire grew in her eyes as it did his, but also wariness and uncertainty on The Fox's part. What comes next, she wondered? What on earth have I gotten myself into? It was no use to fight it. This type of chance meeting with dark, rugged strangers only happened in movies and books. She laughed inside. But maybe this was her turn. Maybe the excitement she craved and desired was now upon her; who was she to resist? The Fox turned and ascended the stairs acutely aware The Scotsman was already on the move. What if I turn back at the top of stairs, will he be there…? Should I talk? Will he approach me? She contemplated running for the safety of her room and locking the door, but where was the fun in that? Besides, she was aroused now and had come this far, she was not about to end the fantasy now.
The Fox bypassed an elevator and continued the journey by stair. The faint sound of the stranger's shoes on the marble was beginning to make her knees weak and her clit tingle. He really is following me, she confirmed in her head. Her heart began to thump in her chest like horses' hooves. Coupled with the rising sound of the stranger's footsteps on the marble, it was all becoming overwhelming. She felt giddy. As The Fox reached the top of the stairs, she removed her flip-flops and slowly crept down the hallway toward her door. Not far now, she thought. Excitement and panic gripped her like a vice. She imagined she had forgotten the room key and almost burst out laughing at the idea of her fantasy ruined by the inconvenience. But the room key was there she knew, nestled away in her small shoulder bag; the key to unlocking a world of dangerous possibilities she felt ready to embrace. As she turned the key in the door and opened it, she held her breath and looked to the stairwell. The advancing footsteps were the only sound in the world. Steady, determined. She held on as long as she could but could not bear to see the stranger appear at the top of stair for whatever reason she simply could not fathom.

She quickly entered the room and left the door slightly ajar. The Fox had never felt so alive, and never so in mortal danger. It turned her on, and the tingle down there from before was nothing compared to the now raging tide of wetness that was drenching the thong of her two-piece. She cast her flip-flops aside. He was looking at my feet, she remembered. Will me being barefoot now turn him on…? The ominous silence from the hallway suddenly became apparent and a sobering realisation hit her like a slap in the face. Is he teasing me? Is he even following? The madness of the situation reached such a level that she began to shake. She was ready to throw everything up in the air and put her life and body in the control of a total stranger, and now she wondered if she had simply lost her mind. Embarrassed, she made for the door with an urgency that startled her. Lock it. Lock the door and forget this wild fantasy. Lock the door and gather yourself for goodness' sake!
Just as she reached the door and outstretched her arm to pull the handle in and put an end to the ***, a muscular tattooed arm appeared in the doorway and halted her action. The grip on her wrist was firm, but not malicious. She felt a tenderness there in the strength. It was him, and as she gasped, she now realised there truly was no going back…

[in****]

I wrote this for myself and a friend of mine on here from a spell on Fet I had a couple years back. She loved stories and it was something for us to fantasise on and connect us more.
I never did finish it, so there’s no part 3. I preferred to leave it open and ponder the different paths the story could’ve taken next.
I sent it to another Porcelain Fox on here that I made friends with recently, and it got me thinking, I may as well share it on the forum, rather than let it be lost among my files.
If anyone’s mind wanders and they ponder what they would do, or how they envision the story would go next, please feel free to comment.
Enjoy the weekend everyone!

[x-****]

Beautifully penned 💙

[in****]

4 hours ago, x-BlueDiamond-x said:

Beautifully penned 💙

Thank you very much. Appreciate the comment ❤️

[ShyTeddy]

wowwwwww

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5 hours ago, ShyTeddy said:

wowwwwww

Thanks so much for commenting. Really appreciate that 🙏❤️

[Co****]

Indeed Wow ! Gosh you write well. Inside both their heads......and I like that she's the Fox, him the Predator .
Please share more....x

[Prelude]

Love it, thank you for sharing ❤️

[in****]

20 hours ago, Prelude said:

Love it, thank you for sharing ❤️

Was my pleasure. Thanks for the lovely comment. 🙏

[in****]

21 hours ago, CosmicAngel said:

Indeed Wow ! Gosh you write well. Inside both their heads......and I like that she's the Fox, him the Predator .
Please share more....x

Thank you so much for the compliment. I think I will write more in time. x

[Ki****]

So perfect. All the yummy things and beautifully written as well. I’m all tingly now when I should be sleeping. 

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1 minute ago, Kitanya said:

So perfect. All the yummy things and beautifully written as well. I’m all tingly now when I should be sleeping. 

Thank you so much for that comment 🙏❤️. I’m glad you enjoyed the read xx