Just in case I got stood up again (Believe it or not I was feeling slightly paranoid) I wore my Friday dress-down, casual outfit (casual clothes and casual sex) ie jeans, t-shirt and my cute faded pink Birkenstocks (If I drag my feet a little the sound reminds me being in Thailand). I met Alex (Lawyer, 34, 5’10”, slim, blue eyes, cheeky smile) at Temple and we walked through Embankment Gardens.
Given the disaster of the previous evening and my lunchtime sushi extravaganza, I was feeling particularly horny and was aching for him push me up against a tree and roughly manhandle me. He didn’t (life would be so much easier for women if men were telepathic).
By the time we reached Villiers Street I was ready to take matters into my own hands, literally. I held his hand, pulled him towards me andĀ gave him my best come-to-bed eyelash fluttering. He kissed me deeply and I helped my self to a lengthy grope of his pleasantly hard cock. We’d planned on walking up into Chinatown but that was clearly off the cards now so we picked up a taxi heading back east on The Strand.