We (already broke up then) were having an afternoon drink at the café in the National Gallery, She was studying for her exams and he was doing my work. We were chatting like best friends and trying to be as platonic.
He playfully teased her that she’d look better with more buttons unbuttoned, could attract more guys.Then our legs rubbed against each other. Just these simple touches and exchanges got us thinking about our romps as a couple. But we didn’t plan to have sex or anything intimate that day. Thing is, we couldn’t help ourselves and continued to tease each other and started to think what if we just did it in national gallery. The best place we thought: was the disabled toilet.
So we went to the level 5 toilet. It was a weekday, not many visitors especially not at level 5. Our alibi was that she was not feeling well, and he accompanied her into the toilet to make sure she is ok. That was far from the truth.