Everything about S made me gain an annoying extra heartbeat in my pants.
He could switch effortlessly between speaking perfect English with an American accent and sexy-ass Colombian Spanish… he danced so confidently with the girls in the salsa clubs, and he rolled his r’s like a pro, teasing me with spanish tongue twisters that I could never get my mouth around.
He had these huge, open brown eyes that made you feel as if he were genuinely interested in what you were saying, but also that he was searching you for something.
I wanted to fuck him.
I’d been trying for 3 weeks to get into his pants, with no joy, we hadn’t even been flirty with each other. However I was a girl on a mission. I was returning to London in less than a week’s time and we’d all arranged to go to a club with some mutual friends. Tonight was my night…. Commence Operation Slut-bag!
I dressed in the sexiest dress that its possible to own during 3 months of backpacking and a tiny scrap of material claiming to be a thong.