Come Take A Walk With Me

While working at my dad's offices during the summer break, there were times when I needed a change of scenery, particularly when things were intense while working on statistics for reports. Often, I just needed to get away from people, or the tension in the office. During my lunch hour, I often went to Knightsbridge, using the Piccadilly line from Russell Square. Sometimes looking around the department stores, particularly Zara, Harvey Nichols, Burberry's, or Harrods. My interests usually in shoes, perfumes, and underwear, spending many happy lunchtimes browsing, or on occasion buying something nice for myself.

Frequently taking a leisurely five-minute walk to the Brompton Road, and into Hans Crescent to a café there that I found particularly quiet and welcoming. It had outside seating, the waiting staff, came to know me as a regular patron, and took care of me on an exemplary manner, shielding me from unwanted attention. Sitting at my table whilst taking my light lunch, I often enjoyed watching the world go by and relaxing before returning to work.

Recently, I noticed an older man, probably in his early 50's who seemed to be there whenever I turned around. He tried to hide that he was watching me, and in so doing only drew my attention to him more. Most days he would be around in the crescent, sitting on one of the benches, while I took my lunch. Sometimes when I was in one of the department stores, particularly if I was browsing the lingerie, I would see him observing what I was looking at, or what I actually bought.

Finally, one day, I paid my bill, and walked back up to Brompton Road, turning left towards Knightsbridge tube station. Walking slowly around the corner, I turned after a few steps and waited. He came around shortly after me, his eyes anxious having lost sight of where I was. He stopped as he saw that I was waiting for him. Looking him directly in the eye I spoke.

"Good afternoon, do I know you?"

He hesitated before answering.

"No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to alarm you miss, I'm so sorry."

"Why are you following me, I've been aware of you for several days now?"

"I don't mean any harm, it's just, well, just that you are such lovely looking girl, I couldn't help myself. I just wanted to keep seeing you and watching how well you move."

I was conscious that several passers by were looking curiously at us. So, I moved closer to him and lowered my voice to a warm reassuring level.

"Well, now you've met me, my name is Lucy, and you are?"

"I'm sorry, how rude of me I should have introduced myself earlier, I'm Neil."

"What is it that you want from me Neil, what is it that you hope to find?"

"I was hoping I might get to meet you, perhaps talk with you, even spend some time in your company."

"Well, now that you've introduced yourself, and you've spoken to me, is that enough? Do you want to know more? Or are you a just a little bit disappointed?"

I'd love to spend some time talking with you Lucy, I have quite a few questions in my mind"

"Such as?"

"Do you live far from here Lucy?"

"Not really, I live with with my dad in Hampstead."

"So, you travel to and from work each day?"

"Not always, I'm at university and I only work in the holidays, but if I work late, and dad's away I stay in town overnight."

"Oh, where do you stay."

"Usually in our apartment in Kensington, but sometimes it's used by corporate guests, who are here for meetings, and clearly I'm not part of the services on offer."

"Then, where do you stay if the apartment is not available?"

"I usually stay in a hotel overnight, but it doesn't happen that often."

"Which do you prefer, Travelodge, or Premier Inn?"

"Neither I've never stayed in one of those."

"I'm sorry, I just assumed that for one night."

"No, I use the more upmarket type of hospitality hotels."

"So, are they 5 star?"

"Of course, I often use one close to here, at the junction of Brompton Road, and Knightsbridge."

"That must be nice, I've never stayed in a hotel like that."

"I must go Neil I have to be back in work soon, it's almost a half hour journey."

I saw the look of disappointment on his face, and feeling sorry for him, I added."

"Apart from that, it's not easy to talk like this on the street. Why don't you meet me at the café for lunch tomorrow, shall we say 12:30pm?"

His face lit up, and he stuttered slightly as he spoke.

"Oh, yes, yes please I'd really like that."

"I'll, let the staff know, just join me at my table when you get there."

With that I said my goodbyes and walked to Knightsbridge tube station to catch the next train back to work.

The following morning, I got up, and made my morning preparations, showering, cleaning my teeth, brushing my hair, the normal everyday procedure of getting ready for work. I usually wear simple but comfortable clothing for work, particularly if I'm travelling to and from on the tube. Unless of course I am overcome by my exhibitionist streak. However I was meeting Neil for lunch, so I put a bit of effort into my outfit. Knowing that it might create a bit of a stir at the office, but I knew I could easily cope with that.

Choosing a nice set of white, cotton Lycra panties with a matching bra, with a silver thread embroidery on the front panel, and the bra cups. A matching slip, with a frilly lace hem, 10 denier light tan hold up stockings, by Aristoc with lace welts. Putting on a shortish black gabardine box pleated skirt, with a white high collared blouse, under a dark red double-breasted jacket, completed with Lutalica closed round toed strapped shoes, with platform 1.5" heels. I felt smart, professional yet still feminine and desirable.

Lunchtime came quickly, and I made my way to Russell Square station, for the 15-minute journey to Knightsbridge. I was careful when I sat in the carriage, not wishing to attract the wrong sort of attention. Arriving I walked to the café, which at a leisurely pace took me around 6 minutes. I arrived just after 12:15pm and was greeted as usual by the friendly serving staff and shown to a table outside the café.

Enduring the looks, and comments from some of the passers by, the sort that think they're clever because they maker risqué remarks or make that disgusting tongue clicking noise. I waited, enjoying the light breeze in the pedestrianised crescent, as it blew through the trees that were planted along the pathway. At almost exactly 12:30pm Neil arrived, and on seeing me, his face lit up in delight. He walked towards me, only to be intercepted by one of the waiters.

"May I help you sir?"

"I'm joining the young lady sitting there."

The waiter turned to me, with a questioning look, and I nodded in confirmation.

"Certainly sir, come this way please."

He was conducted to my table, and took his seat to one side of me, I turned slightly towards him and smiled in greeting. The waiter asked.

"Are you ready to order miss?"

"Yes please, I'll have a chicken and lettuce sandwich, with a large Americano. Neil? What would you like?"

"Oh my, I wasn't expecting this, I'll have the same as you if you don't mind."

The waiter made a note on his pad and went to get the order for us.

The food and drink arrived, and we set about our lunch, taking quietly together. I took stock of him properly. He was in reasonable condition for a late middle-aged man, he clearly took good care of himself. I'd noticed as he approached the café, that he walked without difficulty, and didn't seem to have any significant problems in his movements. Around 5'10", greying hair, a little thin, he had a nice face, at one time he had been handsome, but time had taken its toll, and I could see that he'd spent a lot of his working life outdoors. He dressed well, although his clothes were old, they were in good condition, nicely cleaned and pressed. Altogether he presented a smart, clean-cut image.

He told me about his life, he was 52, had retired early and was in the process of buying a small cottage in Devon to enjoy his life, in a more relaxed and leisurely style. He had earned a lot of money over the years invested it wisely. He had been enrolled in a high return pension scheme which allowed him to retire at 50, but his contract had meant that he worked an extra year. He was currently living in a small, rented flat in Kilburn while he waited for the purchase to go through.

He had worked as a consultant engineer in the oil and gas exploration industry, spending most of his time out in the Middle East, as well as in the United States, and Canada. I listened to him, paying rapt attention to his every word, making sure that I made plenty of eye contact. He didn't say anything, but I knew almost at once that he was impressed by my confidence. He seemed almost enchanted by my smile, the way I sat and seemingly absent mindedly played with my hair, twirling the ends in between my fingers, as I smiled warmly into his face.

His life had been taken up mostly by his career, and though he'd had girlfriends, most found it difficult to cope with his long absences. As he spoke, I leaned closer and listened intently, from time to time touching his hand with my fingers, widening my eyes and looking deeply into his. He had so many interesting things to say, and the more I listened to him, the more I came to like him, even becoming fond of him.

His gaze swept over my figure from time to time, and I noticed he frequently held his focus on my knees, which were plainly visible under the hem of my skirt and slip. At one point, while we were eating, I forgot my deportment and reached across the table for the salt, rocking to my side as I did so, and carelessly allowing my knees to part, giving him a brief flash of my stocking tops, and panties. He stopped speaking briefly, and as I looked back at him, in surprise, he breathed.

"Oh my, how lovely."

We met there every weekday for the next three or four weeks, taking lunch together, and, becoming intimately closer as we did so. I found his life experiences remarkably interesting, and the more I listened the more I realised that his job had been the main focus of his life. He in turn listened intently, as I told him of my life, my ambitions, and the hopes for my future.

Over the weeks we became good friends, but I still felt a little sorry for his lack of companionship, it seemed that I was the only girl he talked to. We often people watched together, amused by the behaviours of some of the passers by. Though there were some less than amusing points. On one occasion a group of men passed by, laughing and joking amongst themselves and one turned towards me, grabbing his crotch, sticking his tongue out, and calling.

"How about it ginge, fancy a nice bit of this?"

I looked through him as though he was glass, it happens a lot and I find it's probably the best way to deal with them. Neil started to rise, but I stopped him, saying.

"Don't engage with him, it's what he wants, he's just showing off in front of his friends."

It's the way of things of course, I'm sure it'll strike a note with any fellow women readers, they always do it when they are in groups. On their own, they just don't have the inspiration. It certainly doesn't attract me, I don't know why they think it would, but we get used to it, that's how it is for girls.

"Don't you find it upsetting?"

"No, I don't really notice it very much, it happens a lot, but if I react to it, it just makes them behave that way all the more."

We talked for a while, and he told me that he had finally completed on the purchase of the cottage in Devon and was moving at the weekend.

"I shall miss our lunches together Lucy, but I have enjoyed the time I've spent here with you, it will give me some happy memories for my retirement."

On Friday the last day at work before I returned to university for the autumn term, I got up and went through my morning routine. The night before, I had used my IPL device to depilate, making myself smooth and soft down below. Sitting naked on my bed, I thought about what to wear, not just for work but also for Neil. I had increased the standard of my lingerie bit by bit over the weeks. Noting how much he enjoyed catching glimpses of my lace and frills, I decided I would wear something special for our last lunch together. Sorting through my underwear drawer, the soft silks and satins slipping through my fingers, my mind dwelt on what he might enjoy seeing most.

He didn't know this was to be my last lunch there for the time being, and that coinciding with his move to Devon, I would be going back to university for my second year the following week. So, I wanted it to be a memorable occasion for him, a sort of thank you for being such good company to me. Additionally, I really needed, in fact wanted to have sex. I'd invested quite a lot of time and energy on him, so as well as treating him to a lifetime experience. I wanted something for myself.

Selecting a beautiful white lingerie set with silver lace and embroidery, embellished with mini pearls. The panties were soft and silky, with the underwired bra, comfortable and supportive. The half slip, smooth and pleasing to the eye, the lace at the hem glinted in the light as it moved around my knees. Adding champagne hold up stockings by Gabriella with wide lace tops, and I put on a white silk high necked blouse, drawing on a loose pleated 'A' line skirt, light filmy cotton, burnt oak in colour with a side fastening. The slip filled the body of the skirt out, and the pleats swirled seductively as I turned my hips. The white of my underwear contrasting under the darker tone of the skirt.

I finished at lunchtime and made my way to the café a bit earlier than usual, arriving there about ten minutes before Neil. He was pleasantly surprised to see me sitting and waiting for him. As he approached me, smiling warmly I crossed my legs, slowly and deliberately so he had a full view of what I had under my skirt. He stopped in his tracks, his eyes wide, and I watched in amusement as he swallowed hard, then regaining his control, he joined me at the table.

He couldn't speak for a minute, and I settled back in my chair. The advantage of the pleated skirt made itself apparent as it flowed down from my knees, in a sweep behind my calves, the white silk of the half slip gleaming in the sunlight, a slight sparkle from the silver thread at the hem, catching his attention. He closed his eyes, swallowing hard again, as he absorbed the image, I had presented him with.

"Well Neil. Let's have a leisurely lunch, perhaps we can treat ourselves. It is Friday after all, so we deserve a little self indulgence and pampering after a long week."

He nodded his agreement, still not able to trust himself to speak.

Making our choices from the menu, I chose a crisp Sauternes, to go with the meal. We gave our orders to the waitress, and she hurried off to get the food and drink for us.

"You look amazing today, Lucy, that's a very attractive outfit you're wearing."

"Thank you, Neil, I appreciate the compliment."

"Now that over the weeks I've told you what I look for in a woman, let me ask you what your preferences in your choice of men are."

"Of course, I have nothing to hide from you Neil."

He thought for a moment, trying to decide where to start, then predictably he asked,

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No, I don't like being tied down to one particular man, I prefer the more casual, no strings attached encounters."

"I'll bet that there's a queue of fine young men, just hoping to be your significant partner?"

"I suppose there are, but that's human nature, men are programmed to try and seduce girls, just as we are to try and attract them."

"How do you choose from these young men then?"

"Not necessarily young, Neil, I don't have any particular age brackets, as long as they are fit, well groomed and clean, which is particularly important to me, have good social skills, and of course, ability."

"Really? You have no problem with the older, more mature men then?"

"Not at all, as I've said, there is no preferred age for me, though I do tend to lean toward the more grown up, mature, and experienced man."

He looked thoughtful as he absorbed what I'd told him, and I watched with interest, I could almost tell what he was thinking. He moved closer, leaning over the table and asked.

"What is it that catches your attention, what do you look for in a man?"

"A nice calm character, style, manliness, politeness and whether or not they can hold an enjoyable conversation. I like nice expressive eyes. Of course, I do set some standards and preconditions."

"Oh, such as?"

"Don't laugh, they sound a bit demanding if I say them out loud."

"Go on, please Lucy, I'd love to know."

I discreetly looked around to make sure we weren't being overheard and lowering my voice as I answered him.

"Alright, if I decide to bed a man, they definitely have to turn me on, plenty of foreplay, that's really important, give me a little oral, do me at least twice, preferably with one being long and slow, no condom, come inside me, and kiss me, stroke me, with lots of cuddles to ease me down. It's particularly important, to be caring and gentle afterwards, rather than roll off and leave me to it."

"Do you follow that all the time?"

"No, occasionally it's one of those times when I'm in the moment, a stranger, mutual lust, quick, intense, thoroughly exciting, there and then, in fairly public places, with the risk of getting caught, then parting without knowing each others name, and never seeing each other again."

"Aren't you concerned about getting pregnant?"

"No, of course not, I have good contraception, I use an under-skin implant in my upper arm, it lasts three years, and takes away all of the worry, particularly as I don't have to remember to take pills or anything like that. I was always forgetting before I had it fitted. I was 15 then, and I've just had it renewed a few months ago.

"Have you been with many men?"

"That's a question you should never ask, but if I have to give an answer, then, more than seven, less than fifteen."

"God, how exciting, I must admit it makes me feel how much I'm missing out on though."

"Who says you are Neil?"

"I'm a bit too old for all that sort of thing Lucy, I'm not even sure I could manage it anymore now."

"You're never too old, you're only in your early 50's, and you'd be surprised at what you can accomplish with a little time and patience, particularly if you're with a girl you find desirable, who can help and guide you."

"To much to hope that it might be a girl like you though Lucy."

I didn't reply immediately, but after a minute or so, I answered.

"You just never know, Neil, you just might be surprised."

He sat back slightly perplexed, but didn't ask anything else.

I looked at my watch, before calling for our bill. He smiled and said quietly.

"I suppose it's that time of day again, back to work for you?"

"Actually Neil, I have this afternoon off."

"Oh well, you'll be on your way home then."

"Sort of."

"Sorry?"

I smiled, as the waitress came and I paid for our food, as usual. I wouldn't let him pay for me, I don't do that, despite his protests, I had paid for all our lunches. Giving her the usual £5.00 tip, which she accepted politely with a very pretty smile. (I liked her, she had given me her phone number, I had filed the memory away for future opportunities). Then as I stood, I turned towards him, seeing the disappointment in his eyes at my preparations to leave, I spoke quietly.

"Come. Take a walk with me Neil."

He looked startled, I knew he often followed me to the Brompton Road, and as I turned right along Knightsbridge, watched until I disappeared, walking away and into the tube station. As we stepped out into the precinct, I took his arm, and we slowly made our way toward the corner with Brompton Road. I sensed his puzzlement as we turned left and walked along towards Kensington. It was a comfortable walk, the light breeze stirring my skirt, making a satisfying rustling as it moved around my legs. Brushing together with my slip over my skin, adding to my already intense arousal.