Another Turk 

We are in a private members club, sitting almost at the bar because we’ve been told the back area is reserved for a party. He’d warned me that he’d be kissing me within 15 minutes if he wanted to take things further, however he’s spooked by our public position and apologises.

I, on the other hand am oddly buoyed by this scenario.  It reminds me of another one in which I was the hunted. But this time, somehow I have the upper hand. Cocky, confident and ridiculously brazen. His cock bulges in his suit trousers as he said it would. And of course I brush my hand across it, driving him wild. He tells me to kiss him but I make him kiss me and I pull away first.

We have discussed hotels nearby but he isn’t giving anything away. I am meant to be going on to a private view and then meeting him afterwards but that plan fades away. And then he says the magic words ” Why don’t I come back to yours?” which I hadn’t even considered, stupidly.

On the tube I challenge him to tell me who he’d fuck in the carriage we are in. We choose the same girl. She has dark hair, a slim frame and hair piled in a bun in an “I don’t give a fuck” kind of way. She is beautiful, and too good for the guy she’s with.


We’d talked about me taking off my knickers in the bar and handing them to him in a ball. I don’t do it in the bar, but return from the bathroom with them in my fist, tucking them into his trouser pocket. He fishes them out and exclaims how damp they are. And so it begins.

His cock is better than his pictures, it has a girth and a weight to it that I love. It’s easy to take it in my mouth and enjoy the noises and twitches he makes. It’s easy to lick and suck his balls and make him cry out in pleasure. It’s easy to feel his tongue on my clit and go into raptures. It’s all very easy and very familiar and exciting for the first time in a while – there is no mundanity to what we are doing. And he is so grateful, he tells me he’s never had it so good.

We keep going for over two hours, exploring each others bodies and discovering new waves of pleasure. Sadly putting on a condom makes him soft so we work around it and he makes me come once by licking and the second by fingering me – my new favourite cum method.

He leaves still smelling of sex, my hands are still slick with his juice and mine. He can come again.