I sank back into the comfortable, couch with a groan, a welcome respite from hard hostel beds and long coach trips. Chloe, the owner of the couch, giggled and raised her eyebrows, as she made her way over from the kitchenette. She stumbled slightly, a little unsteady in her high heels after a night of drinking. I was also pleasantly buzzed and thoroughly pleased with the way my evening was panning out.
I allowed myself another appreciative once over of her body as she sank down next to me, short skirt riding up and exposing the lacey tops of her stockings. She looked amazing, all blonde hair and blue eyes, only the faintest of laughter lines at the corners of her sky blue eyes betrayed her age.
As she settled back into the seat she shifted to face me, moving to undo another button on her already straining blouse. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as she leaned in, intentions clear. It was apparent that with her looks and experience she was used to getting what she wanted and had long since dispensed with any pretence at shyness.