Never in my wildest dreams did I think this night would go like this--just two friends, out for a drink in London. You were visiting, and I happened to be in town. I love it when the cosmic forces collide.
Coming out of the basement restaurant in the heart of Soho, the cold air made you snuggle into your coat and scarf. Our evening is threatening to come to an end, and yet I couldn't get over how lovely it was of you to call me and tell you were in town. I always look forward to meeting up for food, a drink, and a chat. It's just lovely to be in your company.
Our conversations inevitably drift towards the naughty side of life, our fantasies drip-fed into the exchange, always peeking our interests. As we move outside, there is a moment of awkwardness, which is followed by a goodnight peck on the cheek and a smile, as you turn around and walk away.
As I watch you recede, I just can't help myself, "Want to join me in an adventure?"
Turning back, you smile, confused.
"Fancy an adventure? I promise to keep you safe."
You give a smile and nod, agreeing, and I smile back.
Asking you to wait for a moment, I rush into a shop, and within 5 minutes, we are in a black cab heading westwards to Knightsbridge. Sitting opposite you, I can't help but stare at your long legs, towering to meet your short green dress above. The flash tape was doing its best to accentuate the plunging neckline of the palm tree design, and was holding everything discreetly concealed. Excitement glimmering on your face, you have never looked more radiant. Butterflies flutter in your tummy as we trundle down the mall towards our destination.
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes."
"If you feel unsafe, we can leave, okay?" I say reassuringly.
You nod back at me, an apprehensive twinkle still visible in those blue eyes. I reach over to place my hand on your knee, and smile.
"Just a little adventure."
I notice you opening your legs a little at my touch. I gently push them closed.
"You're safe with me," I say.
I can read your smile--a little concerned, a little nervous--when I ask you to take your panties off. You slide them down your legs virtually unnoticeably in the backseat of the black cab. Then, taking them from you, I place them in my pocket. I smile back and give you a wink.
As we pull into Cadogan Square, I reach into my pocket and hand you a black lacy cotton masquerade. It's a little tight on your head, but the lace is soft against your skin.
"And yours?" you ask.
"I don't have one. I want you to know where and who I
am."
Your piercing blue eyes shine through the black mask like sapphires, your silver hair framing your face as the cab comes to a stop.
Stepping out of the cab, with my hand on the small of your back, I guide you to a red-brick terrace. We are greeted by the doorman, who exchanges words in hushed tones, and we are invited to the 3rd floor.
We walk along the foyer to the elevator, and then wait. As the doors slide open, their antique gates creak as we step in. As it closes behind us and heads up, I kiss your cheek, and you return my kiss softly. The elevator stops, and we walk towards another doorman. He wishes us an exciting evening ahead.
Walking through the threshold, we enter into a modern apartment. It had clean lines, low lighting and was full of the buzz of conversation.