I'd never been to Liverpool before, so when I was told I'd have to go up there on business I figured I'd stay for the weekend and see some of the city. I knew that, after a particularly rough time in the 70s and 80s, the city was being revitalised, and I planned to take in some of the cultural attractions. I'd also made several previous trips to Manchester and, to be blunt, if the quality of available young women was anywhere near as good 30 miles to the west, then I also planned to engage in some somewhat less cultural activities.
I figured I'd need a guide (and quite possibly a a translator!) to the city, and so I messaged Sam, a young Liverpudlian lady I'd gotten to know from several shared online hangouts, but had yet to meet in person. We had arranged to meet on Friday night so that she could show me around a few of the seedier dives. All set for my trip on Friday, I got my head down and plowed through the rest of the week...
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Friday passes slowly in a succession of dull meetings, and I catch myself several times gazing wistfully out of the window at the city skyline. Finally, at 4pm I make my excuses and leave, returning to my hotel to get out of the suit which, beautifully tailored as it is, isn't a particularly true reflection of this aging skater's personality.
I meet Sam later at the trendy (and suitably expensive) Newz Bar near the station. I really wasn't expecting anything beyond some drinks and a fun time with Sam tonight - she is at least 10 years younger than me at around 22 or 23 - but the sight of her in a black, ruched corset top that made the most of her perky breasts, and black and white miniskirt that wrapped her thighs and wondrous, full, high arse makes me smile. I'm fairly sure I won't be taking her back to my hotel room, but there are worse things in the world than spending an evening with a beautiful, vivacious young blonde.
By midnight we're already reasonably hammered, and I am starting to wonder whether it was a good idea for me to try and keep up with a Scouse girl in her early twenties! We are, however, getting along famously, discovering a shared, dry and twisted sense of humour, and deep-seating sexual deviancies. I'm even beginning to think that I may be in with a chance of taking things further... We take a break from dancing and head to the bar, giving me another opportunity to admire Sam's arse as she walks in front of me.
Leaning against the bar, sipping our drinks, I glance over Sam's shoulder, nodding to direct her attention in that direction. Behind us, slowly sipping a long drink through a straw and grinding her hips to the beat is the most perfect little hipster/nerd girl you are ever likely to see - blonde hair with pink and brunette streaks that settle across her eye, a super-tight Rainbow Bright t-shirt stretched across full, round breasts, a cut-off denim miniskirt, legwarmers and zombie print heels. Now Sam is one of those greedy buggers who does not confine her interests to one sex, so I know she'll appreciate what I'm seeing.
"Oo, nice!" she purrs "C'mon!" By the time I've grabbed my drink and followed, Sam has already sidled up to the young girl - who must be all of 19 - and is pouring on the charm. A few beers, a lot of flirting, and some distinctly filthy dancing between Sam and the nerdy chick later, and we're all in a black cab back to my hotel to punish the minibar and room service.
Slipping into the lift carrying two bottles of champagne, I grin as the two girl kiss wildly, tongues twisting around each other, their hands twisted in each other's hair.
