These are the memories from my past that always stick in my mind, especially I use these for self pleasure.
This is going back to when I earned my first bachelor pad in London just off the beat and track in west. The place was smallish but it was a step in the right direction, pretty cheap for the time and also had it's own garage in the basement with it's own private door.
I started to get a little bit experimental at this time in my life and didn't really know I was into BDSM at the time. A female friend told me about it but I was still a little bit unsure how I felt.
Until one day I was getting my usual coffee from just across the road and a new girl had started. She was very much my type. Just everything about her made me want to grab her and fuck her there and then, especially those eyes.
I guess you could say that our first meeting was very forward and I gave her my phone number straight away. Her cute face just lit up and that smile just said everything about her kinky side.
Nothing else was said much other than her handing me my change and then the coffee with a wink. As I turned she said "call you later".
I ran across the road and turned noticing that she was watching me from the glass window as I went into my flat, my cock was a semi at this point, I knew she was checking me out and for some reason that was turning me on. She was clearly looking at my tight ass as I ran across the road.
The next couple of hours went past and I just didn't think anything of it but I look out of my window and she was still there at the coffee shop. It was a hot day and she has loosened her blouse. From the high up angle that I was at I could see a little bit of cleavage as she bent over slightly to give the customers change. This was starting to seriously turn me on slightly, blissfully knowing she is unaware, almost voyeuristic. It would be wrong to just play with my cock right now over her but I'm stopping myself from doing it especially now as she starts to play with her hair.
I have to walk away and stop thinking about this.
A few more hours go past and I've passed the time away with some frustrating paperwork. I just look out of the window just one last time and notice that she is the only one there and she is cleaning up.
She starts to sweep up and then goes to the door and flips the sign over to say "Closed".
The lights start to go out and it's completely dark in there. I'm a little bit dejected at this point as all sorts of fantasies are going off in my head. I seriously want to see her again, grab that body and just fuck her senseless.
I walk back to the paperwork and start to look over it again, I'm still turned on and really want to just wank over her, but I need to get my work done first before I do anything.
My phone buzzes, a text from an unknown number.
"Hey, I know you've been watching me all day, how about you look over to the coffee shop on last time ;)"
I walk to the window and look across to a dead street, not even a car driving past. A light switches on in the back of the coffee shop and there she is as a naked silhouette just walking towards the window.
I then receive another text.
"Fancy a fuck?"
There she is stood at glass door of the coffee shot begging me in.
I place my phone down look at myself in the mirror and check to see if I'm still smart enough to go down. I spray some deodorant and some aftershave, slide my tie back on, pat down my jacket and walk down the stairs.
Another text comes in from her:
"doors open. ;)"
