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By (user no longer on site) OP 38 weeks ago
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I arrived in London and rose from the car park onto the street. It was blistering August day and there was no could cover in London and as the locals know, no breeze at street level to cool it. I leap onto the tube and navigated to the train I needed, it was claustrophobic. I was sweating and asthmatic, great! I surfaced two blocks form Leicester Square at least I knew that place from a few nights out.
I sat at the Cafe opposite when Gina said she worked and texted her, “I made it, how long will you be?” It was 5.50pm and I was nervous and alone in this place.
“Wow great, you made it. I won't be long OK?” she sent back.
About 15 minutes later I saw her, “Sorry I got caught just as I was leaving. Let's get a drink in this Wine Bar.”
She lead me to a place across the square and we went in. I got a lager and she had a spritzer.
“So am I what you expected, or a little different?”
Now I had to be tactful, she did look a little older in the face, of course her hair was different and this was the end of a busy day. Her body looked just as I expected.
“I think you are gorgeous!” I beamed at her and drank nervously.
“So do you still want to fuck me?” she said in the middle of the bar.
“Yes of course I do!”, I laughed.
As we came to the end of our drink she said we had better only have the one as London traffic was bad and it could take ages to get the 20 or so miles to her flat.
As we where turning to leave she grabbed my hand, “No, this way quick!”
I followed her zig-zagging through the bar fill of after work drinkers. When we got outside I took the lead and tried to remember which way I had come.
“What was that all about? Was it someone from work or an ex boyfriend?”
“It was nothing do not worry about it,” she looked at me nervously, then pulled me in for a nice deep kiss. So I let it drop.
Going back on the tub I almost lost her, she had an Oyster card which had just come out and went straight through the barriers. She did not comprehend that I had to queue and pay and luckily she waited when she realised. The tube arrived and was bonkers, it must have been 35 degrees on the train, we were sandwiched between many other commuters.
My chest tightened and Gina asked me, “Are you OK? You are sweating a lot.”
“I will be when we get off here, I hope.” I felt bad for any woman having to have such close human contact with strangers every day of the week. No wonder she had few inhibitions.
We made it to the underground car park and I paid the ridiculous fee, £20 for two hours! How could anyone justify that. I hope Gina was a good fuck and worth all this.
I made it to the surface in the car and asked, “OK which way now?”
“Don't you know? I am not sure, I never drive to work, always the tube. I thought you would get the train to mine!”
We picked a destination that was in her direction and I did battle with the traffic. After an hour we hit the bridge over the Thames and it eased a little.
On the bridge Gina said, “Do you know I am so fucking wet and horny!” She proceeded to hitch her short black skirt up and rub her pussy.
Now I am negotiating rush hour traffic in a strange part of the country and there are pedestrians walking past us and she does not care. She pulls her fingers out and hold them up, “See how wet I am for you.”
“Better give me a taste before I crash the car,” I splutter, she tastes good too. She adjusts her pale
yellow blouse to reveal some cleavage, “No bra on?” I ask.
“No I never wear them, well rarely and I hate them”
She takes my hand and places it firmly on her right tit, “See nice and firm,” she laughs at me.
The traffic finally gets moving, I have a raging hard-on but can now concentrate and Gina recognises where we are, more or less.
We eventually get back on a road Gina recognises and soon get back to her place, I am tired and horny as hell and I know she is too.
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very arousing tale. 