There is a maze of lanes within the rich suburb; narrow, leafy roads that wind between the large houses with their high walls and hidden gardens. Many of these big houses were selling off their gardens to allow new apartments to be built in this expensive backwater of London.
I had decided to walk. The rest of the team were working on a nearby redevelopment, and the boss had asked me to go to the Show-Flat in the recently finished block of prestigious apartments overlooking the river.
“I’ve left the plans there. Go and fetch them for me will you, Jim? I’ll be back later this afternoon.”
It was a lovely early September day. The sun was warm and the sky flecked with thin clouds. I had just slipped through the shortcut between the ivy-covered brick walls surrounding some fine old Georgian houses, when I saw a woman walking towards me. She was a well-dressed lady, possibly in her late thirties or forties. Her hair was immaculately styled and I could tell from the way she carried herself with confidence, that here was a lady used to having everything she desires.
As I looked her way, our eyes met and there was this instant flash that occurs only rarely. I felt my pulse race. She slowed up as I approached. She carried an envelope in her hand, the address written in sweeping italic writing.
“I wonder, could you tell me ....“ she started slowly. “I’m trying to find my way to the river and I seem to have lost my bearings......”
Her eyes burrowed into mine. I saw her look down at my tanned arms and my plaster covered T-shirt.
“The river...?” I blurted. “Er, well, it’s down ..... I’m going that way ... would you like me to show you?”
“I’d be delighted.” she replied, and gave a little laugh. “These narrow lanes can be confusing to the visitor!” She had a faint trace of a foreign accent, possibly French. She turned on her elegant heel and walked beside me.
She asked me about my job, and I explained to her about the buildings I had been working on. As we walked, she had many questions about these apartments. It seemed that she was bored with her own penthouse apartment in the city, and was looking to invest a little money in buying some real estate in this area.
As we drew close to my destination, I said to her,
“The river is just at the end of that lane. I need to go in here....”
She looked in through the high wrought-iron gates into the deserted tree-covered quadrangle.
“And this is the building you’ve just been working on....?”
I put the key into the gate. It seemed strange that she was standing here chatting to me, when she had an appointment down near the river.
“I would love to see inside .. could I?”
“I only have the key to the Show-Flat ..... I’m only here to pick up the drawings ..”
She slipped through the gate and stood and looked around as I locked the gate behind me. She giggled a little nervously.
“After you,” she said. “By the way, I’m Suzanne. What’s your name?”
“Jim”
“Nice to meet you, Jim.”
The flat was a sumptuous open-plan space overlooking the river. Huge windows opened out on to the balcony. The interior was not to my taste, but it was elegantly furnished with pale leather covered armchairs and sofa, a big glass coffee table and gold framed mirrors. In one corner, behind the screen and the potted bamboo, was a king sized bed with deep maroon satin covers.
She took off her jacket as she walked over to the window, slid it open and walked out on to the balcony. I followed her and watched as she turned and leant right back against the railings, facing me. Her breasts strained against her silk blouse.
“There’s always something I’ve wanted to do on a balcony like this Jim,” she said, lifting her leg and holding in crooked against the steel. I leant beside her, facing her. She looked me deep in the eyes and smiled.
“I’ve always wanted to fuck in the open, somewhere like this where there’s a chance I might be seen....” she said, her eyes shining. She rolled her tongue over her lips, laughing as I swallowed hard and stuttered the next sentence.
“But Mrs .... I mean, Suzanne. I hardly .....” I was confused. What brought this on? I just stood there, struggling for words.
She laughed again and placed her hand on the front of my trousers. I had a growing erection, I must admit, and with her hand there I felt the blood rush.
“Don’t be shy, Jim. Will you do that for me?”
Suddenly she grabbed my head and drew me to hers, fastening her lips on to mine. She tasted sweet and hot, and the scent of her perfume filled my nostrils. Her tongue forced itself into my mouth and she attacked me fiercely. Her hand was still on the front of my trousers, stroking my growing erection.
I should have tried to fight her off. I didn’t have any idea who this woman was, but she was beautiful, she was tasty, she was hot ... and she had her hand on my cock.
“Go on, fuck me, Jim. I need you NOW!” she hissed between her teeth and her hand started to unzip my flies. Her fingers fought quickly into my shorts and found my hot throbbing cock. She pulled me out and feverishly started to masturbate me.
I felt my confusion vanish. My cock fattened beneath her fingers.
“Fuck me now! From behind!” she groaned. While I kissed her, I pushed my hands down her back and pulled up her skirt. As I ran my fingers over her bottom I realised with a surge of lust that she was wearing no knickers. I immediately slipped my hand between her legs and found her bush wet and hot, her lips slippery and smooth to the touch. I thrust two fingers inside her and felt her bite my lower lip.
“Yes!” she breathed, rubbing herself up against me. I needed her now, so I pulled away from her mouth and spun her around, none too gently, until she was bending over the railing looking out over the river. A rowing boat fought the current below, two rowers straining hard against the oars, as I lifted her skirt over her arse, slapped her cheeks and forced her legs apart. Then I freed my cock fully from the restraining shorts and slid into her. I’ve never known my cock get so big. The suddenness, the violence, had all given my cock its head and had filled up to prove it.
