I couldn't believe that I had been chosen to attend the International Health Symposium in London. It was an honor to be chosen out of all the health non-profits in the country and was lucky to have received a spot amongst well known doctors and researchers in the country.
I landed at Heathrow early in the morning and was greeted by my "host," Anna. She and I had been corresponding via email during the past six months in preparation and she would be my host and tour guide. She was affiliated with the hospital who was hosting the symposium.
We had exchanged pictures earlier via email so we'd know what we both looked like. I also found out she had a penchant for California wines so I smuggled a few bottles for her in my overnight bag as my hostess gift to her. She had made all my travel and lodging arrangements and I felt like we were already friends even before we had met. The least I could do was bring her over some yummy bottle of vino to say thank you.
I saw her holding the sign and recognized her right away. She greeted me cheerily, "Hi, Julia, it's me Anna from the hospital," and she extended her hand and we shook like old friends. I felt the urge to give her a warm, enveloping hug but knew the Brits weren't fans of public displays of affection.
"Anna, it's so wonderful to finally meet you. I feel like we're old friends after exchanging so many emails. Thank you so much for making my arrangements. I'm very excited to have been chosen to attend. It's an honor." I smiled warmly and noticed how soft and silky her hair looked and what a pretty smile she had. Wow, am I jetlagged? Why am I checking her out?
She guided me to the baggage claim and we collected my bags. She told me my hotel wasn't far from the conference and she chatted about what restaurants and pubs she recommended and handed me the conference itinerary.
I looked it over and sighed, "Looks like I won't have a lot of time for sightseeing. This is my first time to London and I wanted to check out the sites."
She patted my hand and felt a spark run through my body. Weird. My body was tingling. "Don't worry, Julia, I'll sneak you out of the boring seminars and we'll go have some girl fun!" She winked at me and smiled, almost flirtatiously.
The way she said "girl fun" sent a thrill coursing through my body. I need some sleep, I thought wearily.
We finally arrived at my hotel and I thanked her and told her I needed to seriously catch up on sleep if I was going to make it through tomorrow.
"Would you like to go out later? We can grab some drinks at the pub down the street. I'm sure some of the local ale will make you feel better."
"Ahhh, I see. You want to get me drunk on my first night and make fun of the inebriated American woman making a fool out of herself?" I joked with her.
"Yes, be careful. Those wily Brit guys will be all over you and wanting to seduce you in your drunken state. Easy prey," she joked back.
This woman was flirting with me--no doubt about it. Well, two can play that game.
"Hmmm. Are you sure it's just Brit men who want to get in my pants? Not Brit women?" I teased naughtily, wanting to see what kind of reaction I'd get.
She smiled very sexily and laughed, "Well, we shall see, won't we, Miss Flirt?"
My body was really tingling now and I could feel my pussy overheat. What am I doing? I'm here for a conference. It really must be the jet lag talking.
I stammered a little, "I was just kidding, Anna. I'm really jet lagged right now. My brain isn't functioning."
"It's okay, luv, I know you must be exhausted. I'll be back to pick you up at 8 pm. Will you be ready?"
"Sure, that sounds perfect."
I set my alarm and turned back the covers. I kicked off my jeans and sweaters and boots and fell into bed. I fell asleep thinking about Anna's sexy accent and how her full cleavage hugged the outline of her sweater. Mmmm. I was really jetlagged.
I woke up feeling refreshed but a bit groggy. I jumped in the shower letting the hot spray wake me up and still couldn't get the sexy Anna out of my head. I've been bicurious for a long time but had not really acted upon it. I had chatted with women online but to no avail I hadn't had any luck. I've been asked by men to join in threesomes but I wanted my first time to be solo with a woman. I was starting to wonder if Anna was bi or a lesbian by the comments she made. Maybe was just merely being friendly and joking with me.
She was a bit older than me which was appealing and I loved her natural curves and couldn't help but rest my eyes on her full ass when she left. I loved how her sexy ass swayed. Stoppppp! I was really losing it. I just met this woman and I wanted to jump her but there was a sexy vibe she was giving off and I was very curious to explore it and see if I was imagining it.
I put on a pair of extra tight jeans that hugged my ass nicely and a black tight sweater that showed off my breasts. I made sure it had a deep v-neck to show off my cleavage. Oh my God, I was dressing up like a little slut tonight. What was I trying to do? Get a reaction from her? Mmmm. Maybe I was.
I put on my "fuck me" high-heeled boots and let my long, brown hair stay loose and curly tonight. I put on a deeper shade of lipstick and made up my eyes smokier than usual. Wow, I did have that "come hither and fuck me" look to me tonight.
She was a few minutes late. She looked really sexy in black tight pants and a sexy wore high heeled boots as well. Her reddish brown hair was curled and looked sexy falling over her shoulders. She looked hot. I need to stop drooling over her. This wasn't cool and definitely not professioal.
We walked to the pub and she ordered us pints and some appetizers.
"Oh, Anna,I forgot to give you my presents!" I said as we drank the strong dark ale.
"Presents? Ah, you didn't need to bring me any presents."
"But I had to--you've been so nice and helpful. I know how much you love wine so brought you a few bottles of the best Cali vino!"
"Why didn't you say something earlier? We could be drinking good wine instead!! That was so sweet and thoughtful. Thank you." She reached over and touched my hand.
The pub started to fill up and get smokier and I coughed a little.
"Sorry not used to the smoke. No smoking in bars in California so not used to this. It's getting to me."
"We don't need to stay. We can order dinner at the hotel--room service--and open up a bottle of wine."
"That sounds great and I'm still really jet-lagged."
"Ah you poor girl. You should have said something. Let's get you back to the hotel."
When we got back to my room, we opened up the bottle of Shiraz and we ordered room service. We drank and chatted while we waited for room service. We couldn't believe how much we had in common and how our lives paralleled each other--even though we were worlds apart and there was an age difference between us.
Room service finally arrived and I was pretty drunk by the time we started to eat. I was feeling giddy and relaxed and kept bumping my elbow against her as we sat side by side on the bed sharing the food and wine.
I looked up at her and said, "Thanks for making me feel welcome on my first night in London. You don't have to babysit me though. I feel bad. I'm sure you had better offers tonight."
"Oh stop it. My hubby is busy with work and I wanted to chat with you and get to know you better. I feel like we're long lost friends--we have so much in common."
We opened the second bottle of wine and both of us were pretty gone by then.
"Ohhh great, now I'm going to have the biggest hangover and I have to be up early for the seminars tomorrow. It's all your fault. You're a bad influence on meeee," I slurred my words as I waved my glass around, sloshing wine on the floor, "whoopppsss!"
She laughed at me and scooted closer, "You have no idea what a bad influence I really can be, " she joked.
I could feel my body tingle and felt the wine going straight to my head and to my nipples. My nipples instantly became hard. I giggled.
"Why Anna? Are you planning to have your way with me now that I'm drunk on wine? Please don't take advantage of me. I'm a good girl...really I am." I laughed and the wine sloshed on her shirt.
"Oh shit. I'm sorry hon." I tried to wipe off the stain but it only got worse. She laughed as she took off her top. She was wearing a sexy black and silver see-through bra which made me blush. I could clearly see the outline of her pink nipples through the bra. They looked delicious.
I must have been staring a little too long because she leaned over and whispered, "Do you like what you see, little naughty girl?"
I gulped and could feel my nipples push against my bra. They ached from being so hard.
