Every step I took, my head wavered on side-to-side. No one was looking at me and yet, it still felt as though there were thousands of eyes trained to stare. My heart was always racing, only slowing down when I found myself alone. In public like this, however, it was hard to resist not going back to where I was staying.
Soon enough, I found myself on Broadway Market, a street full of quaint little shops and restaurants. My eyes scanned over the different people; it was strange seeing so many different ethnicities in such a small area, something I wasn’t quite used to. I tried to blend in, changing my style, my hair, anything that made me look less… me. These heels were killing my feet, almost causing me to limp in pain. For this weather, I should not have worn a dress but seeing as all the other women around me were doing the same, I couldn’t entirely deny it.
My feet pulled me to the nearest shop, a little bookstore about the size of a master bedroom. It was cute, only a few other people in there aside from the owner. I slowly walked through the aisles, looking at a bunch of random titles I’ve never heard of. Still keeping an eye out, I noticed a man sitting in the corner, glancing at me ever so often. Was it slightly scary? Maybe, but I kept my guard high.
He looked tall, maybe six feet. His figure was broad with a tan complexion, maybe a light-skinned black person, I thought. His hair stood up, shaved off on the sides and combed in the middle, definitely something new. The moment he smiled at me, I looked away, not realizing that he caught me staring. It seemed that everyone was a little more friendly here, people in Ukraine never really making eye contact with strangers.
It was only a few moments, but when I looked back, there seemed to be no one in the chair. Looking through the slots between books, I saw absolutely no trace of him, weird. The light tap on my shoulder made me jump. Startled, I turn around to see it was that said man who somehow had gotten behind me. He had a bright smile on his face, one that seemed never to get old.
“You’re very beautiful,” He stated, not bothering to start off with a proper greeting, “I’m Thomas, but most people call me Tom.”
“Oh, well hello, Tom, I’m Alina,” I replied, hoping that sharing my name wouldn’t get me into future trouble and trying to steady my voice to keep it from shaking, “it’s very nice to meet you and thank you for the compliment. You’re quite handsome yourself.”
“I couldn’t help but notice you from over there, had to introduce myself. You have such a wonderful name.”
His accent was thick, definitely from around here. I hadn’t had time to practice fitting in with my own voice, but hopefully, it wouldn’t give anything away. I’ve never had an interest in someone who looked so different from me, I’d never really had the chance, so this was all new and slightly exciting.
“You’re very sweet, thank you,” I laughed, “were you looking to swap numbers or something?”
“Actually, and this may come off a bit weird, I was wondering if you’d like to come back to my flat? You can say no, of course, I won’t get upset. I do have my roommate there as well so that maybe you wouldn’t feel so scared?”
My eyes widened, taken back by the sudden offer. Did he want to have sex? Maybe just talk in the comfort of his own home? It was unknown to me, and I was unsure of what to say. The request left me speechless for a moment, trying to think of the best option.
“Sure,” I blurted out, figuring that if anything were to happen, I could handle it myself, “as long as you aren’t some kind of weirdo, I don’t see why not.”
We both laughed brightly as I listened to him assure that he, indeed, was not a weirdo.
“Awesome, my place is about a seven-minute walk if you wanted to do that. Otherwise, I can call a cab.”
“No, no, it’s fine, we can walk,” I lied, begging to god that these shoes wouldn’t hurt that bad, “could use the exercise anyway.”
The walk there was half comfortable silence and half small talk. My responses were slightly short, still asking myself why I agreed to go to a random man’s house and why I didn’t agree to take a taxi. My decisions were slightly crazy, reflecting things that I would never do back in Ukraine.
The road was bumpy, rocks cemented in place making it hard to walk properly without breaking my ankle every three steps. Eventually, we got there, and Thomas was unlocking the door. Once the door was open, they walked in and the man set his keys down on the stand.
“Thirsty?” He asked, making me look at him curiously, “I’ve got water, juice, beer, tea, and I can make coffee.”
“Water is fine, thank you.”
After Thomas took off his jacket, it was clear how strong he was. The lighting from above shadowing all the perfect parts to create a sense of some kind of muscle. His arms were thick, tons of smaller indents as other parts rose like mountains against his skin. He was really cute, sure, he could be some kind of crazy man but he didn’t look it.
I stood there awkwardly, looking around the room. It was well decorated and yet, still very spacious. There was a staircase the led up to, what I was assuming, their rooms and the living room only held a few pieces of furniture. The kitchen, where she watched Thomas get their drinks, was on the far left, a big opening to just walk it.
“Here you go,” Thomas handed me the bottle of water before inviting me farther inside his home, “we can chill on the couch, maybe watch something, get to know each other a little better.”
There was a hint of suggestion in his words, something that didn’t go unnoticed. I smiled at the remark, thinking about whether I would accept the invitation or not. He was very attractive, very sweet, and I would definitely enjoy spending more time with him in the future.
We sat together on the couch; he was already extremely close, having his arm wrapped around my shoulder. I couldn’t stop thinking about his intentions, who finds a potential hookup in a bookstore? His fingers grazed the bottom of my neck, caressing it softly.
“So, tell me more about you,” Thomas insisted, making direct eye contact with me.
“Well, I came from Ukraine,” I responded hesitantly, “I’m 23 years old, and I’m slowly finding my way around London.”
“Wow, Ukraine, what’s that like?”
He moved closer, his other hand on my thigh. It was comfortable, not too creepy or anything I should be worried about. The feeling left me wanting to lean into him further, enjoying the warmth on such a cold day.
“Um, well compared to here, it’s a little run-down, but there are quite a few places that are nice. In the winter it gets really cold, so you have to make sure to bundle up.” I laughed softly, letting his hand trail further up my thigh. It stopped right before touching where I wanted it to.
I almost let out a whine but had to control myself, not wanting things to escalate too quickly. I could feel myself get wet at the slight touches, already biting my lip. It was obvious that he was aware of what he was doing, noticing the clench of my thighs. It blew my mind that I’d been here all of ten minutes and was already soaking my panties.
“Something wrong, love?” He asked with a smirk, his fingers diving lightly underneath my dress.
“Mm, no, of course not. Why would something be wrong?”
I squirmed under his touch.
“Just seem a little nervous.”
My fingers clutched around the end of my dress, which was slightly bunching up at my upper thighs. The exposed skin was littered in goosebumps from the almost-new sensation. I’ve been sexual with someone before, but it’s been a minute since the last time I was intimately touched. His fingers felt like fire against me, each new touch igniting another flame.
Slowly, he trailed all the way under my dress, thumb padding lightly over the wet spot on my underwear. In slow circles, he pressed down harder, making me gasp. The hand that was wrapped around my shoulder reached to play with my breasts, rolling one of my nipples between his digits. I shuttered roughly, eyes screwing shut from the pleasure.
“Let me ask you, darling, how many times do you think you can cum?”
The question took me by surprise, not expecting it to be so forward. I hadn’t really thought much about something like that, never really crossed my mind.
“In a day? I think I’ve only ever came o-once in a day.” I stuttered, trying to focus as he rubbed over my clit.
“Let’s try for two.”
Immediately, his fingers rubbed against me faster, making me legs spread open wide, my dress rising up to my ass. The feeling was indescribable, nothing like when I used to touch myself. His fingers were much bigger, adding more weight to the pressure. The buildup to my orgasm was happening much too quickly.
My breasts were both pulled out from my dress, bulging from the tightness. As soon as they were exposed, Thomas’ head delved down to suck on my nipples, letting his tongue flicker over the buds. They were intensely sensitive, every touch to them causing a jolt through my body. All I could do was moan out in pleasure, being stimulated from both areas.
There was a fire burning in my lower abdomen, fueled by the abuse to my clit and breasts. He roughly moved my panties to this side, shoving his fingers deep inside of me. The feeling of two fingers pumping in and out of me left my legs shaking. It felt amazing and he thrust them inside of me perfectly.
“That feels good, love? Are you gonna cum?” He asked, only breaking apart from my breast for a moment.
“Ngh, yes! God, fuck.” I could barely create a sentence, writhing with every touch to my body.
As he played with a nipple, his tongue explored my other breast, leaving me to moan out in satisfaction. I was close, I could feel it. Soon enough, my orgasm ripped through me like a tidal wave, making me grasp onto the couch beneath me.
“Fuck, oh my god!” I yelled as he continued to pound his fingers into me.
“Gonna eat you out now, okay? Taste how delicious you are.”
With no time for objection, he was down on his knees, spreading my legs even farther apart while pushing my dress up my body. Slipping my soaking panties off of me, he licked a fat stripe between the folds of my pussy. Using the tip of his tongue, he flicked it against my clit, still not over my previous orgasm. My thighs continued to shake as he used his hands to pull them apart even more.
“You taste so good, love.”
Looking down, I noticed the liquid around his mouth, unaware of whether it was from me or his spit but it was hot. He made eye contact as he sucked against my pussy. My hands went to hook underneath my legs to hold them up. Immediately, his fingers rammed back inside of me, three fingers this time.
“I wonder how many fingers I can fit in this tight pussy of yours.”
The dirty talk had me rolling my eyes back with how turned on I was. Pulling my legs up closer to my chest, I gave him more access to play with me. I could feel him slicking up the fourth finger before pushing it inside me slowly.
“Oh, god, yes, please!” I screamed, mouth gasping deeply.
Once he pressed all four fingers in as deep as they could go, he started to thrust them in at a quick pace, making me tighten even more around them. Simultaneously, he continued to lick at my clit, slurping at it, letting the vibrations rush through my body. With every thrust into me, he hit the perfect spot, bringing me closer and closer to my second orgasm.
Attaching his lips back onto my pussy, his teeth grazed lightly over everything, making me instinctively spread myself further. The sounds coming from him were lewd and wet, absolute music to my ears. My teeth clenched tightly at every new sensation running through my body.
“Come on, love, cum for me. Make a mess all over my face.”
His words pulled me so much closer, another fire roaring inside of me. I was so close, I could feel it practically leaking out of me. Every lick to my throbbing clit set me off more. It was hot, the feelings being right there.
I covered his face in my cum, practically squirting it everywhere. My breaths were ragged as he pulled away. Thomas licked his lips and around them before giving me an evil smile.
“Pretty good for a stranger, huh?”
His comment made my cheeks red as I stood up to fix myself. I was so unsure of what would happen after this. Were we going to do something of this nature again or did he just feel like pleasuring a random, pretty woman? Nervousness ran through me as he wiped his face down and handed me a wet paper towel to clean myself off with. I giggled at his efforts before casually cleaning my lower half.
“Very good. Can’t say I was expecting it, though,” I walked over to throw the napkin away before slipping on my panties.
“So, you down to do this again?”
I thought about it for a moment, unsure of whether I wanted to risk getting closer to a stranger or not, “Maybe, I’ll be knocking again if I decide to.”
I didn’t want to give him my number because he was still completely unknown to me. I saw him laugh lightly before shaking his head. He walked over to me to help me fix my, now completely messed up, hair.
“You sure I can’t get your number? It’ll be much easier than walking all the way back over here from wherever you’re staying.”
“I’m not quite sure I can trust you,” I laughed lightly.
“Hey, I invited you into my home and gave you what is probably the best head of your life. I think I deserve at least that.” He practically begged.
“Oh my gosh, fine!” I rolled my eyes, hoping I wouldn’t have to get a new phone if he happened to be someone untrustworthy, “You’re welcome.”
“Thank you, you’re something else, you know, but I suppose that’s better than nothing.”
“Indeed, it is.”
He walked with me towards the door as soon as I didn’t look like I came twice. Opening the door, he led me out, telling me the directions of how to get back to Broadway Market. With a quick thank you and a smile, I made my way back into town. With a little limp from these heels, I hoped I didn’t look too strange.
I made sure to be back on high alert, seeing as a sex appointment wasn’t really on the list of things to do. I figured with so much energy gone, I’d stop at the little cafe right next door to recharge and get off my feet once again.
With my mind full of the situation that happened only 30 minutes ago, there was a small smile on my face that wouldn’t seem to fade, maybe I should have given him my number. Once I noticed that it was starting to get late, I figured I should quickly pay the bill and go, seeing as the last place I want to be is in a country I don’t know too well and in the middle.
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