sex: encounter #11 – Alex II

The ‘II’, makes him sound like a king or a pope, I’m going with king for the time being.

Meet Alex: 25, Scottish, red-hair (I mean red, think Lauren Ambrose – Claire form Six Feet Under), 6’3″, pale skin, IT something or other and sometime basketball player. I met him at 21:00 (I’m working late all this week, poor me) in Clapham Old Town. We did the usual la la la chat (what is it with IT guys and their need to explain their job to me?) over a couple of drinks. After three pints of Kronenbourg (I shouldn’t really drink lager, it has unpredictable results) I was definitely in the mood so on the way to the station I pushed him into a shop alcove and had a good grope of his pleasantly hard cock. I guided his hand down my trousers to feel my wet cunt. He put his wet fingers in my mouth and I sucked them dry while giving him my best fuck-me eyelash flutter. He grinned.