OK, this is my first story, and only the first part of it. All feedback is welcome and if it is good enough, I would be happy to post part 2. Thanks :-)
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It had been over a year since I had moved from Bristol to London for work, and this was only my second visit back there. This wasn't for the want of trying, but finances were tight and I had met a girl in the "big smoke" who I spent a lot of time with.
So, when my friend's 32nd birthday coincided with a nice bonus in my pay packet, a trip was always on the cards.
I was met at the railway station by a friend and we went back to his place for a few beers, some food and a chat before we went out. Whilst we were chatting and he was filling me in on all the gossip, he mentioned a few people I hadn't seen in a while who would be coming out that night.
One of them, was Sheila.
At the sound of her name, my cock began to harden. Sheila was 45 to my 30, short and plump with wonderful massive tits and a nice round arse. Her sparkling eyes and wicked smile topped everything off. On top of all that, she was wonderful company, and I was looking forward to an evening of getting an eyeful of her.
So, out we went.
Sheila was dressed to kill....a low cut top, short skirt that revealed surprisingly shapely legs and high heels. How I didn't blow my load at the sight of her is beyond me.
A great night ensued, about 25 of us were out, and I had a great time catching up with old friends. As is often the way, we lost a couple of people along the way, including the birthday boy. This pissed me off, as while he had probably pulled some girl and was drunkenly fucking her brains out, I was supposed to be staying at his place!
No matter, my uncle lived about 30 minutes walk away from where we were drinking, and being a shift worker, he's probably still be up.
As it happened, his house was in the same direction as Sheila's....
"Ok Jack, if you're heading to your uncle's, why don't you walk me home?" Sheila said.