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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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“Excuse me; do you know where Victoria Station is?” Having my routine daily grind interrupted I take my head from out of the clouds and run my eyes up and down the contours of your body, Admiring the curves that the fabric highlight. It’s not every day a gorgeous lady stops you in the street to ask directions..... The direction askers are usually pretty uneasy on the eye!
Still a bit stunned I reply “Err yeah, it’s just down this road, left at the end then right then follow that then..... Your confused already aren’t you!” You smirk at me in an innocent sweet manner and reply “Err well yes; I haven’t been to London for ages! I’m clueless!” Laughing with you I look you up and down discreetly, getting another look at you. Doing the usual thing any red blooded guy does and mentally undress you to fantasise about what is beneath the clothes. “Tell you what, I’m on my lunch just had to come out for a stroll. So let me walk you there” “Oh I don’t want to put you out, um but it'd be great if you don’t mind”
“So, what brings you to London?” “Oh just visiting an old friend, how about you?” I reply “Well I’m not walking around in my suit with the commuter crowds for the fun of it!” I realise my sarcastic wit may have come across rudely, after all we had only just met! We pass the walking distance with idle chat; it feels as if we had known each other for years, possibly forever.
We arrive at the station and enter the concourse. “Well here we are, Victoria Station. Where are you going from here then?” “Oh I need to get a connecting train. But looking at the board I have an hour to kill” I sense a slight connection between us, I mean, I like the way your hair flows, the way your body contours are hugged by your outfit, the way we connect mentally. I realise, I want to explore you more. In every way. “Look, I am going to be forward, do you fancy a drink, there’s a nice bar just round the corner” You pause, thinking that you shouldn’t, never take sweets from strangers and all that, but impulse grabs you. “Yeah let’s do it! lead the way”
We settle on two bar stools, you remove your coat and drop it down over your shoulders, as you do you push your chest forward to assist removing your jacket. I can’t help but turn and stare at the fantastic view I have. I freeze. You turn and catch me, “Err the barman’s waiting!” “Oh err sorry” I turn and see a young spotty youngster behind the bar smirking, he knows what I was captivated by. I place our order and sit. We get chatting, and pass banter and the odd sexual innuendo over the bar. And then, it happens.....
We are laughing our heads off, over what, well who knows. You then slap your hand down on my knee and freeze. It dawns on you. You don’t know my name. You don’t know my address. You don’t know, well anything about me. But several seconds have passed; your hand has frozen to my knee. You look into my eyes, with a serious face. I look back, sharing that look. I place my hand on top of yours and then look around. No wandering eyes. I pull your hand further up and round to my inner thigh. I smirk a cheeky grin, you share the thoughts. We’ve consumed a few alcoholic beverages, time has flown, conversation has been flowing and riveting. There’s something there, right now its passion.
I lean forward “Fancy living for the moment?” I whisper in your ear. You pause, and then lean back. “Lead the way” You give me a grin that most would call cheeky. I call it filthy.
I stand, pause then think “Fuck it, go for it, she’s gorgeous, you want it, she seems to want it” the alcohol takes over and gives me the confidence. I take your hand and lead you towards the toilets. I confidently open the ladies toilet door and enter. I bowl my way into the furthest cubicle, lead you in and suddenly turn and in one motion slam the door lock it behind you and wrap my arms around your waist. My lips lock passionately and just like teenagers, messily onto yours. You don’t resist, your tongue is the first to move into the others mouth.
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