The Girl in the Booth

In 'Grab a Graduate' I described how, when I started as a postgraduate, I'd hoped to seduce an undergraduate at fresher's week. Well, things didn't 'quite' go to plan, and I was the one to be seduced by the undergraduate! We had some great and passionate sex, but she didn't want to get involved in a relationship after all the hassle and heartache of finishing with her first-time boyfriend back home, and she wanted to be a free spirit at University.

I was also quite content, it been a great start to the year, and I was also a free spirit, with hopes of some more passionate encounters with some fellow students. But it never worked out. For the first 9 months I lived in a postgraduate flat with four other guys, one from France, one from the States, one from Iraq, and one from Taiwan.

Above our floor there was a postgrad flat with five girls, all British, that appeared to be single and available. But nothing ever happened, and my flatmates were convinced British girls must be frigid! In my university department there were few female students, and those few were attached. There were other female students on campus I was attracted to, and some I really liked and it felt like we 'clicked', but there were never the signals to push it further, and nothing happened after that first amazing sexual encounter in fresher's week.

At the end of the summer term we had to move out into other accommodation since the flats were being used by summer students. So I found myself in student house a bit further out of town, but close to a large marina, since the university was in a port city. This time I shared with two friends from the original flat, Jean-Marc from Paris and Shaun from the States, and a third guy, Steve, a windsurfer. His parent's had purchased the property, so that it was place for him to stay, and to make some money by renting out some of the rooms to other students (wish I'd had parents like that!).

The undergraduates who'd been renting with him were leaving, and he was looking for three reliable students for the rest of the summer, so it all worked out OK, and I ended up with the front room downstairs with a big double bed. The front door of the house was rarely locked, but we had a lock on the door to each of our rooms. We had a phone in the hall for incoming calls, but had to go out to a local phone box around the corner to make outgoing calls, at one of those red phone boxes (this was the early 80's). Overall it was a good arrangement, and we would not run up big phone bills. Just a hassle if we needed to make a call, but we didn't have enough change, or it was raining.

At this point you'd may be wondering where this story is going, what is erotic about it? Do bear with me, it does reach a climax in the end! With the double bed I was hoping I'd finally get a sexual conquest, but the lack of any sexual encounters continued, and soon it was just a few weeks before I completed my Masters. Things were getting busy and I just accepted I would not be getting laid again before I completed my Masters.

Then a friend rung me up who had been planning to come as see me, Jeremy. He had been with me as an undergraduate at another university. Having to complete my thesis in a few weeks, I told him it needed to be sooner rather than later, very soon in fact. He lived about an hour's drive away and planned to come down the next weekend, arriving Friday evening, and heading home Sunday, and he could crash out on the floor of my room. Mid-week before coming to see me, he rang again to say he was busy on Friday evening, and would arrive mid to late morning on the Saturday.

I didn't mind, and was able to get a bit more work out of the way Friday evening, leaving the rest of the weekend free to spend time with my friend. He arrived as planned, late morning on the Saturday, and after chatting and catching up over some tea, I suggested we should go out for a bite to eat, and head into the city that evening to explore some bars.

There was a boat show that had been going on in the local marina at the time and Steve, who was doing windsurfer demonstrations, had some free tickets. Since it was a lovely summer's day in early August, I suggested to Jeremy that we head to the boat show to look around and have a bite to eat.

On the short walk we chatted about various things, including my sexual failures after a great start to my year as a graduate, and the frustration, seeming to 'connect' with some girls, but nothing happening. At the boat show we walked around for a time, then grabbed a drink and a snack at one of the food stalls. A bit later, after ambling around, there was an announcement over the loudspeaker with my name, requesting to go to the information booth. Immediately on hearing the announcement I felt in my pockets and realised I didn't have my wallet.

We soon found the information booth and there was cute and pretty blonde at the window. The way she dressed I could see she was the 'yachtie' type, and when she asked how she could help me, she also had one of those middle-class accents. She was the kind of well-spoken and educated girls who could either be cute, or a bit aloof. Anyway, I told her that I was the one that was called to the booth, and I realised I'd lost my wallet.

She looked at me, then, with a slightly stern look, she said "How do I know it is your wallet?"

After describing the contents to her, she then smiled "You left it laying on one of the tables at the food stalls."

Then, with a glint in her eye, she said "You know you shouldn't just leave your wallet lying around, anyone could have picked it up!"

Laughing, and slightly embarrassed, I told her I'd promised not to do it again, and I headed off with Jeremy by my side, relieved to get my wallet back, suggesting we head back to my place. The booth was close to the front entrance and just before we got to the entrance Jeremy stopped me, asking me where I was going. I wondered what he was going on about when he said, "Can't you see she fancies you, go back!"

I told him what a load of nonsense, but he finally persuade me to go back. Arriving at the booth I said hello and she looked up at me saying "You again, have you lost your wallet already!"

She looked both official and cute, and I started flirting with her from the start. Normally I wouldn't have had such a flirty approach, and would be very careful in what I said to a girl I liked and was interested in trying to date her. Instead I came up with phrases like "Well, I came back to have another look at the cute girl in the booth!"

I forget what we chatted about, but it was flirting, and I was surprised how easy it was, and found out her name was Ruth. If I'd flirted in such a way with the girls in the flat above us for most of the last year, I would have got some very stern looks. Anyway, at one point Steve, the windsurfer, walked by, saying hello as he headed out of the main gate and back to the house.

Ruth immediately asked who he was, and I explained he lived in the house I shared, and he was giving windsurfing lessons at the boat show. Then she asked Jeremy if he was one of the flat mates, and he told her that we were mates and he was down for the weekend to catch up with me.

At this point I remember Steve telling me there was a party at the boat show that Saturday evening. I had asked for tickets, to be told he only had an invite for himself. Anyway, on the spot I asked Ruth if there was party going on tonight, already knowing already it was true. Ruth confirmed there was going to be party, and, still flirting, I asked if there were any tickets. To my surprise she said "Yes, there are tickets for guests, and would I like to come?"

Of course, I said yes, and asked if Jeremy could come too. Ruth then reached into a drawer and handed out two tickets. After flirting a bit more, I said we had to go, and I would look forward to the party that evening.

Walking back to the house Jeremy told me this could be my night. I was elated, but also quite realistic. I said she doesn't seem to be the type into one-night stands, and with the workload coming up, it would be difficult to find the time to 'date' a girl. Furthermore, she was a yachtie type who portably wouldn't be that interested in dating me. Furthermore, with Jeremy staying in my room for the night, what would happen if the sparks did fly with Ruth that evening!

Back in my room we chatted more about what we had been up to after our university days, what we had planned, and also talking to Shaun, Jean-Marc, and Steve. Jeremy came out with what had happened at the boat show and Steve said it should be a good party. Shaun said I might finally get laid, whilst Jean Marc said, with our luck in this city, and Ruth being an English girl, she would flirt with me, but nothing would happen!

I knew the party at the boat show would start later I the evening, so I headed into the city that evening with Jeremy to explore the pubs, before heading on to the party. We tried some great local beers in various pubs, those really good English pubs with character. The evening was going so well and I was merry, and happy, and soon it was getting late. I realised we would need to get a bus soon if we were to head to the marina for the boat show party. I then started to have second thoughts, and told Jeremy I couldn't be bothered with the party. He tried to persuade me, but I told him I was happy to just be in the city with him, and catch up on old times. After all, with my luck for the last few months, nothing was going to happen anyway, and Jean Marc was probably correct, she would flirt with me, but nothing else would happen. Even if there was spark, I was heading off in a few weeks and was busy completing my Masters, and she didn't look the type to be into a one-night stand, and neither was I, liking sex to be something special, sensual, passionate, romantic.

So we stayed in the city then finally headed home. The next morning we got up quite late for breakfast, Jeremy setting off home just before lunch. For a short while I was alone in the house, wondering what to do, perhaps do more work on my Masters, even though it was a Sunday.

Whilst pondering what to do, over a cup of tea in the kitchen, Steve popped in, looked at me, and said "Tut, tut, you are in someone's bad books this evening!"

He then went on to tell me as he came out of the boat show after giving a windsurfing demo and a girl in a booth called him over to ask why I had not turned up at the party last night when I had been invited!

Well, I was quite surprised, she really had missed me at the party! So I decided to head over to the boat show. I didn't have a ticket but explained I needed to go to the booth and they let me in. After all, it was now early lunchtime on the last day of the show. Ruth was dealing with a query with a member of the public, but she had noticed me standing there. I remember thinking how polite and professional she was, and she looked the part of a secretary with a white blouse. After the guest left, she glanced at me, with a 'mocking' look of disapproval, and asked where I got to last night.

So I told her the truth. I hadn't seen Jeremy in ages and had decided to stay having a drink with him in the city centre. I also told her I'd had slight feeing of regret, of missing out on the party, and seeing her the evening before, but hadn't thought much more about it until Steve passed on the message. So I told her I was sorry I didn't turn up, and, feeling bold, would she like to meet up for lunch, if she hadn't taken a break.

She paused, with me wondering if she was going to tell me to get lost. Then she said "OK. I have an hours break at 1.00pm, let's meet then." So I spent the next fifteen minutes wondering around before coming back to the booth, to find her waiting, with a cute but functional cute red jacket over her white blouse and a black knee length skirt, with knee length boots, which were always a turn on for me.

She said she didn't want to eat at the food stall, but she knew a good pub a short drive away we could drive to. So I followed her to an impressive and large car, with me wondering if it was hers. She seemed to read my mind and told me it was her parents car, and they let her borrow it to get to the boat show each day.

At the pub we sat down and ordered a drink and a meal. Initially I was a bit nervous of what to say, and started by asking about the party, and she told me it was quite lively, with some good music and dancing, and I'd missed out on the chance of going to a fun party. l told her I was starting to regret making the decision not to go the night before, and flirting once again, especially not seeing her, and have the chance of a dance with the prettiest girl at the party.

She laughed and said "Well, you weren't there to discover if I was the prettiest, but thanks for the compliment!"

Soon we were chatting away and any concern of awkward silences were soon forgotten. I soon discovered she was about to go to university, in the Midlands and the job at the boat show was a good way to earn some extra money, and since her parent's lived out in the country, they were able to lend her the second car. All of this hinted to me that her parents were quite well off and I soon discovered they had a yacht and a love of sailing - how she got the job at the boat show. In many ways she was a different background rom me, the suburban boy of working-class parents striving to do better. Furthermore, I was about 25, and she must have been nineteen. But chatting away, it didn't seem to matter.

She found out more about me and that I was about to finish my Masters degree. Soon I was giving her advice on what to do at university and to work hard, but also play hard. Get a good degree, but also grab all the opportunities and join various clubs. I'd learnt to dive at university and had even gone on an expedition with my interest in natural history.

Not much latter it was time for her to go back to the boat show and I remembered thinking why we hadn't met earlier, with the chance for romance too blossom, since a spark seemed to be there. Walking back to the car, just like people often do when they first meet up and really fancy each other, we were walking very close to each and 'bumping' together in a subtle way. Feeling bold I went to hold her hand, to which she responded, and walking along, hand in hand, I told her it was a pity we were not two students, meeting for the first time, and both just starting university. Feeling even bolder I also told her how much I liked her as the pretty girl in the booth, and was it true, as my friend hinted at the time, that you fancied me.

Well, she blushed and said yes, and I told her how I was completely unaware at the time and how, luckily for me, Jeremy persuaded me to go back. By now we were by the car, and I told her that in some ways I felt like the shy lovestruck teenager, wanting to kiss her. Normally I wouldn't have been so bold with a girl I'd just met for one date, but, after all, we wouldn't be seeing each other again. Then (I know it sounds corny), I asked for a kiss. She looked up at me, and whispered "OK!".

I then gently held her gave her a light kiss on the lips, then a second, then a third, then we just embraced and went for long French kiss, nothing was forced and we just came together. I was unsure of how much to press my body against hers but she was also pulling me tightly to her. We must have kissed and cuddled for quite a time before she finally, and reluctantly, pulled away, both of us with big grins our faces.

Ruth said it was time to get back to the boat show, and she could drop me off at my place on route. As she drove back, I was wondering how I could see this woman again. I was quite forward, and asked if she would like to meet up that evening, and she happily agreed.

Then to leave the final decision up to her, I said we could either meet up in a pub somewhere, or she could pick me up at my place, I could show her around, then we could head out from there. Well, she agreed to the latter, and we agreed a time she would come round. When she stopped outside the house I gave her my number, telling her she could ring direct if she need to change the time (not saying anything, but giving her the chance to cancel the planned meeting when she got home if she changed her mind). I also stressed that I could not make outgoing calls from the house, but would have to pop around the corner to the phone box.

We then kissed and cuddled again, like two love-struck teenager after their first date, then Ruth headed off, leaving me excited about the coming evening and what might happen, hoping for the best, but assuming, with my recent luck, things might be different. I kept expecting a call to say she had second thoughts, but she turned up on time. I saw her car drive up and park, so I rushed to the front door to welcome her. She wore a nice summery skirt, and those boots again, and a white blouse that showed off her curves in a nice way, not too brazen, or too prudish.

I commented that she looked great and to start with we headed into the kitchen where I made her a cup of tea. Jean-Marc and Shaun were also in the kitchen, giving me knowing looks. And I could also see she was a bit shy and nervous. So I asked if she wanted to see the house before we headed out, to which she gratefully agreed. I showed her around the house, also pointing out the different bedrooms that had padlocks since the front door was often unlocked, which she found amusing and odd. After showing the different parts of the house we ended up in my room, the front room with the big double bed. There was the bed and a big settee, where we both sat down and sipped tea. Looking at her and I told her how lovely she looked and how I couldn't believe I was going out on a date with the beautiful girl from the booth, and how luck must have been on my side when I mislaid my wallet, only yesterday!

Ruth blushed, but was also smiling, as we were gazed into each other's eyes, just like in one of those romantic novels. We then kissed and went into a tight embrace, just like earlier in the day. We must have cuddled and French kissed for quite a while. I started to lovingly caress her waist, then slowly but gently went up to the sides of her breasts, gently feeling them through the soft fabric of her blouse. Then, with one hand, I started to massage her right breast, delightfully soft, also feeling her nipple starting to erect. Ruth was also pushing tightly to me so that I was starting to become erect, not surprising with this beautiful girl pressing against me in my room. Finally it looked like I would be making love to a lovely lady on my double bed!

But just as things started to heat up Ruth gently backed off. "Sorry, I'm feeling it bit nervous, it is all feeling a bit rushed, sorry to be a bit of prude, but could we go out for that drink?"

So I agreed. Curiously, although I was tad disappointed, I fully understood where she was coming from. After all, we had only met the day before, with one meeting earlier in the day, and we hardly knew each other, even though it was obvious we really fancied each other!

We drove to a pub with a nice pub garden and on route she explained that she was still a bit nervous and it was a bit overwhelming to be in the house with my mates, and then just the two of us in the bedroom, even though it was a front room as well, and sorry for giving out the wrong signals. I told her I fully understood her reasons, and that she wasn't giving the wrong signals. It was lovely that we fancied each other, but were nervous of going further.

At the pub, rather than being awkward with each other, because we understood each other, we happily chatted away, abut our past, and or future plans. I was also able to give her more advice on her time at university. We chatted with ease and too soon, too early, the evening was over.