Never in my wildest dreams did I think this night would go like this--just two friends, out for a drink in London. You were visiting, and I happened to be in town. I love it when the cosmic forces collide.
Coming out of the basement restaurant in the heart of Soho, the cold air made you snuggle into your coat and scarf. Our evening is threatening to come to an end, and yet I couldn't get over how lovely it was of you to call me and tell you were in town. I always look forward to meeting up for food, a drink, and a chat. It's just lovely to be in your company.
Our conversations inevitably drift towards the naughty side of life, our fantasies drip-fed into the exchange, always peeking our interests. As we move outside, there is a moment of awkwardness, which is followed by a goodnight peck on the cheek and a smile, as you turn around and walk away.
As I watch you recede, I just can't help myself, "Want to join me in an adventure?"
Turning back, you smile, confused.
"Fancy an adventure? I promise to keep you safe."
You give a smile and nod, agreeing, and I smile back.
Asking you to wait for a moment, I rush into a shop, and within 5 minutes, we are in a black cab heading westwards to Knightsbridge. Sitting opposite you, I can't help but stare at your long legs, towering to meet your short green dress above. The flash tape was doing its best to accentuate the plunging neckline of the palm tree design, and was holding everything discreetly concealed. Excitement glimmering on your face, you have never looked more radiant. Butterflies flutter in your tummy as we trundle down the mall towards our destination.
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes."
"If you feel unsafe, we can leave, okay?" I say reassuringly.
You nod back at me, an apprehensive twinkle still visible in those blue eyes. I reach over to place my hand on your knee, and smile.
"Just a little adventure."
I notice you opening your legs a little at my touch. I gently push them closed.
"You're safe with me," I say.
I can read your smile--a little concerned, a little nervous--when I ask you to take your panties off. You slide them down your legs virtually unnoticeably in the backseat of the black cab. Then, taking them from you, I place them in my pocket. I smile back and give you a wink.
As we pull into Cadogan Square, I reach into my pocket and hand you a black lacy cotton masquerade. It's a little tight on your head, but the lace is soft against your skin.
"And yours?" you ask.
"I don't have one. I want you to know where and who I
am."
Your piercing blue eyes shine through the black mask like sapphires, your silver hair framing your face as the cab comes to a stop.
Stepping out of the cab, with my hand on the small of your back, I guide you to a red-brick terrace. We are greeted by the doorman, who exchanges words in hushed tones, and we are invited to the 3rd floor.
We walk along the foyer to the elevator, and then wait. As the doors slide open, their antique gates creak as we step in. As it closes behind us and heads up, I kiss your cheek, and you return my kiss softly. The elevator stops, and we walk towards another doorman. He wishes us an exciting evening ahead.
Walking through the threshold, we enter into a modern apartment. It had clean lines, low lighting and was full of the buzz of conversation.
"Welcome to the Gilded Calla Lily," I say, handing you a glass of champagne. We walk over to the end of the room, where a large window overlooks Cadogan gardens. As we turn to face the room, we see an attractive long-haired brunette walking towards us. Her slim body is accentuated by a silk robe, her tiny pert nipples poking through the fabric. As she kisses me hello, you feel her eyes on you. She softly says, "I missed you. Who's your friend?"
"Aurora, meet Nik", I respond. "I promised Nik an adventure. It's her first time, and I could not think of anyone but you to give her an introduction."
Smiling, Aurora takes your hand, and makes you follow her as she walks away. As you look back at me, I assure you once again, "I am here, you're in a safe space!"
Walking through the house, she parts the sea of people into two as she guides you through the lounge into the residential part of the house. Then walking down a dim-lit corridor, she stops at the first open door.
"Come, watch with me," she whispers in your ear. She goes on to lead you to a plush sofa by your hand. As she sits, her robe gapes a little and she tugs it to cover herself up. Patting the space between her legs, she beckons you over to take a seat, and as you do, her legs shut next to yours. Her warm body presses snugly against your back, her heaving chest pushing into you with every breath. Her hands move under your arms and curl up to cop your shoulders. Her breath feels sweet in the nape of your neck as she pulls you back against her on the sofa.
You look towards me, standing at the doorway with a smile across my face, and I give you a wink.
On a large bed, against the other wall, is a couple. The lady is sitting on the edge, her red hair tied up in a bun, her eyes shining through a diamond-encrusted masquerade. Her cobalt blue lipstick curls into a smile as she nods in acknowledgement of her guests. Her small breasts were cocooned in a black lace bra, and a matching garter belt and stockings led to a pair of 6 inch-heeled black shoes. A tattooed maiden is swaying back and forth on her arm as her fingers move over the naked body of a man lying on the bed. You notice his slim build tied to the bed, his face completely masked, and clearly, his vision too.
Her fingers slowly trace down his body, moving over his chest, his tummy and finally down the side of his pelvis, before tracing his cock from its base to its tip. His member enlarges as she announces, "We have guests, sweetheart."
Her fingers wrapped around his cock, she gently strokes him, and moves herself up and down his torso as his arms yank the restraints.
"May we watch, Charlie?"
Aurora asks. Giving her a nod, the lady shifts on the bed, and reveals her lack of underwear. Her shaved mound looks tight and pretty between her legs.
"House rule 1: The existing occupants of the room have to consent to us being here," Aurora says, her hand moving to your thigh, her fingertips on your inner leg.
"If you trust Joe, trust me," she says. "Can I touch you?"