So, I’m currently lying in my own bed after a fucking wild night. We both have partners so had to go our separate ways about an hour and a half ago. I may expand this later.
We planned drinks for this evening – cocktails, since she said she was anyone’s after a couple of them – and went out under false pretences. I said I was meeting friends from work, she said she was meeting a friend who was dropping in at short notice to see her. In the interests of discretion, we took the train to the town over again and booked a room.
I’m a little bit disappointed we couldn’t spend the night, but the disappointment pales in comparison to the thrill.
She had got dolled up for me. I love it when women do this: the care and attention that goes in to being eye-catching and alluring is, in itself, really, really hot. She had done her hair, had a little black dress on, a necklace that dangled just above her cleavage and drew my eye to those fabulous, delicious, fuckable tits of hers. She was in heels, too.