I guided his hand under the table, under my skirt and up my thigh…the latest suspender belt and stockings in the range.
One of the most interesting meetings I’ve had in the past week was with a businessman, Derek, travelling down to London from the Midlands who had an imaginative lunch date in mind. We met as if we were strangers on the populated streets of Tower Hill, very close to the Tower itself and all of its surrounding restaurants and eateries. As tourists unable to find our respective ways in London, we were stressed out lost souls who reached out to each other misguidedly for directions…but unfortunately it was a case of the blind leading the blind. However, fortunately, there was a spark of attraction between us, which I capitalized on and flirted with this gentleman, inviting him to a Japanese place nearby. There we could get to know our way better and perhaps get to know one another better at the same time! It took a little bit of persuasion to get Derek into the restaurant, but he did seem to be swayed when I told him I was a lingerie saleswoman dazed and confused on my first visit to London…
We sat down opposite one another in the Japanese place and gently relaxed into one another’s company, comparing chopstick-holding techniques and sharing memories of trips to Asia. After we ordered food and wine, things got a little bit more flirty, with some light touching under the table. After showing Derek some choice snippets of my underwear brand on my phone, I encouraged him to feel it in real life, and guided his hand under the table, under my skirt and up my thigh…the latest suspender belt and stockings in the range. I could tell that Derek was very tactile and loved the touch of my nylon fully-fashioned stockings. I teased him that it was such a pity that he could only touch them and not see them…for now.
The food arrived (sushi for me and noodle soup for Derek). Over lunch, things were really starting to heat up, and I eased my feet out of my Kurt Geiger heels and traced up Derek’s leg with my toes, until I reached his groin. I felt his hardness with my foot. “Perhaps we can get away to somewhere a little more private after lunch?”. Derek did not need further cajolery. Thankfully the meal was not too substantial, so we could finish nibbling on lunch, settle the bill and leave the restaurant (although my companion left walking slightly awkwardly at first, trying to disguise his hard-on).
My hotel room was just around the corner, a quirky little boutique hotel with a great view of the Tower. Derek and I finally found ourselves alone in the lift, where I gave him a quick, tantalizing snog (being careful not to rub off too much lipstick onto his face), and led him to my room on the third floor. After entering the room, I gave Derek a towel so he could shower…but I was feeling so horny after all that build-up of excitement that I just had to jump in the shower with my lunch companion and rinse those bubbles off his body, while he soaped my breasts and pussy (any excuse to touch my best assets!). After a quick towel dry, we leapt onto the king-sized bed for some intense, passionate fucking, as all of that courtship had left us wanting more and more! An extended 69 came into being, with me taking Derek’s generous cock in my mouth (with no hands!) and he licking my very wet pussy almost to the point of distraction. It didn’t take me long to cum, which I did very vocally, all of my body tingling! Derek then fucked my pussy, still undergoing after-shocks from the orgasm, feeling my tightness around his cock as he pounded me until he finally came to a roaring and spectacular climax!
Amazing to see what one can find when one gets lost in London…I might consider getting lost again if this is what I get.
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