Rob should have known that she would be trouble really. It is not very often that a tall blond Lithuanian woman makes a pass at an English software developer. It was fairly late in the day and they were both the worse for wear after an evening of drinking, but still he should have known that frankly she was out of his league.
He had seen that everywhere she went people talked to her, chatted her up and looked at her, she had it all really: thin waist, nice hips, lovely round breasts, not big but really sexy. So what would she be looking for in him, he was the same height as her, and while running kept him in decent shape but he wasn't exactly great looking and his brown hair and dirty blue eyes hardly made him stand out from the crowd.
So what exactly did he think was going to happen when his lips responded to hers as she pressed her mouth up to his? Like most blokes he didn't really think very deeply, a pretty girl was kissing him and so he kissed her back. There he was standing in the square outside the Royal Exchange, in front of the Bank of England on a warm summer's evening. He could feel her breasts pressing against his chest, and the champagne they had drunk for her birthday and her tongue in his mouth gave him a warm glow of desire.
They had worked together for a year, and he had taken a shine to her from the first day, always assuming that nothing would come of it. That summer, along with the rest of the young female population, she had adopted the latest fashion of wearing blouses where all but the front panels were almost completely see through.
Natalya was quite aware of the effect that her new blouses had on the guys that worked around her, and rather enjoyed it. She had never been afraid of people looking at her, and she thought that quite a lot of the guys that she sat with at the bank were potential candidates anyway. She always wore reasonably conservative bras and so the fact that they would sit near her desk and steal a glimpse of her breasts encased in cotton and lace did not bother her, in fact it rather excited her some days.
Natalya had moved to London shortly after Lithuania had become part of the European Union, her parents had been Russians originally, but as she was born there, it was simple for her to move to England. Her twin degrees in Computing and Finance had made finding a job very straightforward, a combination of her intelligence, qualifications and stunning good looks meant that she had walked in to a job working in Trading Compliance at Banco di Lazio, where Rob worked as well.
She wasn't exactly sure that kissing Rob was a good idea that evening either but she had not had a boyfriend since she had moved to London. While she knew that going out with a guy from work was a bit fraught, and could go badly wrong, Rob was, in her eyes, a really nice guy. She was continually bombarded with offers from guys trying to get her number or persuade her to call them. Rob on the other hand had always treated her with the absolute perfect level of interest and yet professionalism. Besides, she knew in the back of her mind that she need his help with a personal project.
She could tell he was obviously interested in her from the way he looked at her and responded to her gentle flirting, but he had never made a move, not even on the few occasions when they had been very drunk together after various team drinking sessions. Now she found herself standing there with her tongue in his mouth, her hands on his back, and could feel his hands resting on the side of her body, just a thin layer between his hands and her skin.
She imagined what it would be like to take him home with her, whether she wanted to take him to bed that evening, or whether this was just a natural extension of the gentle flirting that she had been engaging in for the last few months. She continued kissing him anyway, oblivious of the crowd of bankers that were watching her for the nearby wine bar. She wondered whether he was really the guy she needed to get what she needed done.
Rob didn't have any doubts really, he should have been walking down the steps to the Northern Line, threading his way through the labyrinthine Bank station, and he knew that he was in ever increasing danger of missing the last tube, but this was well worth it.
Having considered her situation for a minute or two, Natalya decided to disregard what she suspected was the sensible approach and dive straight in.
"Hey Rob, why don't you come back to my flat for a nightcap?" she proposed, having detached herself from him first. Natalya lived in a new shared flat near the Barbican, it was rather more money than was technically speaking sensible, but it belonged to one of her two flat mates, and anyway it made for a brilliant base in the City of London. She took him by his arm, slotting her arm through his and started leading him up Princes St, alongside the wall of stone, as high as a house that had once guarded The Bank of England's gold hoard.
Rob was wondering what exactly was going on, while it was undoubtedly delightful to be kissed so passionately by Natalya, it was far from clear what exactly was implied by this offer of a nightcap. It was pretty obvious to him that they had both had quite enough to drink as they staggered round the corner and into Moorgate. As he was walking along however, she pulled him closer and he could not help but leave his hand touching the side of her, his fingers just resting on the bottom corner of her bra.
As they approached her flat on the edge of the Barbican, a village of old and new tower blocks just north of the City, Natalya was wondering which of her flat mates would be home at this time. While the other two had both brought blokes back to the apartment, she never had and so she knew that they would both make a big deal of Rob walking in through the door at midnight. She prayed inwardly to herself that either they would be out, or that they would have already gone to their bedrooms.
As they walked up to the lift in her block, Rob felt increasingly nervous. He had had a few girlfriends, and had slept with three of them, but that had been a while back now, and he hadn't had sex with anyone for more than six months. The pressure of work, and what he perceived as the rather over selective nature of certain women had meant that while he had had plenty of dates, one or other of them had always bailed before the final denouement.
Before either of them had really had time to consider their situation and prospects in any more detail, they found themselves at her door. Rob was still oblivious to the existence of her flat mates, and Natalya was still hoping against hope that his ignorance could be extended for another night at least.
They bundled in through the door and Natalya's heart dropped as they walked right into the middle of what was obviously an already well developed drinking session. Her two flat mates were draped across the sofa and an arm chair, a bottle of vodka sat on the floor between them and the shared ipad was connected to some speakers, banging out some suitably mindless pop music. The two women had obviously not been expecting male visitors, and were oblivious to the risk of Natalya bringing one back.
Becky, the owner of the flat and a thirty year old trader at the bank was sitting in her nightgown. To begin with, it had thin straps over her shoulders and the front hung down low exposing much of her breasts. She was obviously not wearing a bra and he could see both clearly down the valley between them, and anyway the nightdress was a little sheer and her nipples were fairly clearly visible. It was not a long garment either, and would barely have covered her up if it had been well adjusted. As it was she was sitting cross legged on the sofa, her lace knickers visible to anyone looking, Rob in this case.
Natalya looked across at Becky and then back at Rob, judging very accurately that he was at that moment checking out both the breasts and knickers of her flat mate.
Sitting on the armchair was Mariya, a friend of Natalya from back in Vilnius. Mariya was wearing a short dress with a low scooped neckline, and was laying right back in the chair, also exposing her underwear.
Rob, suddenly aware that he had walked into some kind of girl's sleepover nirvana, could not decide where to look or whether he could believe his luck. He was already aroused from Natalya's kissing earlier, as well as the way his hand had rubbed against her side as they walked, and suddenly being confronted by these two lightly clad women only served to turn him on more.
