Bowden took one last look in the mirror, adjusted the lapels of his shirt and folded back the cuffs one turn, leaving them open in a trailing arrogant sort of way.
He smiled as he thought of the text message he had received that day from Bridie, she had informed him, that the rest of the girls who stayed with her had gone to Dublin for the day and the house would be empty.
As Bowden opened the front door and strolled outside he was immediately hit with a cold piercing wind, that chilled him to the bone. The absence of a coat didn't really bother him as he rarely wore one, but as he turned onto Portland Street, he thanked God that he wasn't a woman wearing a sexy little number with a tiny thong, a short skirt and a skimpy top.
The only time he had liked to dress in woman's clothes was when he was being seduced and dominated by a Russian lady he had met while on holiday in New York, he had been 22 then and she was 34, and she had taught him a thing or two. She had in her own direct way opened up a whole new world of experiences to him, never before had he thought that a woman could make a man feel so good.
Sexually he had aged eons with her while she took him by the hand and showed him every kinky and deeply sexual move she knew and my god was she horny he thought.
Instead of cheering him up, this thought had depressed him. He had come back to his rural home in Ireland and the opportunities not just for kinky or fetish sex but also any form of sexual pleasure were severely limited by the long faces on the girls who observed a strict moral code rigidly enforced by their mothers.
He despaired for the fact that tonight he was meeting Bridie, another virgin, 24 now and the same age as he was and still a virgin he couldn't believe it when she had told him. This was to be his fourth date with her and his hopes of coming in her mouth were way at the back of his mind.
He came to the correct door number and gave the loud bell a quick tap, as was his custom.
From the noise within he guessed she was just coming down the stairs.
Bridie opened the door, Bowden had to admit that she looked amazing, her backless black top with it's plunging neckline, did more than reveal the faintest traces of the wonderment of her generous cleavage'
Bowden smiled inwardly when he thought that his love rival Phil had always said Bridie had a fine set of breasts.
He thought that she had to have been on the sun bed as well, as she looked tanned and sun kissed. Her hair was stylishly orientated at the back of her head and showed her thinly veiled make up. Bowden hated any women with too much make up, a fact that he rued sometimes as women from the old country always had painted whorish faces without the prospect of any whoring with them; the ultimate paradox he bemoaned.
Ah well, he muttered to himself, no problems with Bridie he thought as he noticed only a faint trace of make up that really accentuated her big brown eyes. Bowden was amazed at how much attention he was lavishing on her and almost made the mistake of reverting to his old self and telling her that he was going to enjoy dogging the fuck out of her. Ah well, he thought again actions speak louder than words.
"I can't believe this" she said, "It's going to be great having the place to ourselves while the girls are away", Bowden made his way in the door out of the cold sharp wind.
Bridie on the other hand, still standing at the door, started to dispel the rumours she had heard about Bowden from her other friends, after all hadn't he been dating her for a little while and was never anything less than gentlemanly. Her head was spinning, she felt that she'd met someone totally wonderful and was ready to give herself to him.
The rain started to pelt down even harder so in unison they moved into the hallway, Bowden dripped from head to toe, not the usual sort of arrival he'd have liked to have made. Bridie was all over him in a flash, the cunning seducer, was taken by surprise at this raw surge of passion from Bridie, one normally so reserved and tactful. She kissed his lips and slowly moved over his face and down to his neck, all the while playing with the back of his hair. Mmm not bad he thought.