**hi, this is my very first submission and was actually a story I wrote for a male friend of mine who did actually go down to London for a few days to work. I sadly never joined him there but this is what I'd have liked to have happen if I could have**
**this story has anal play and MMF fun so if you're not into that then feel free to skip it. I thought it could be placed in a couple of different categories but chose reluctance cos even though the woman asked permission, there was still some reluctance there**
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I called in sick to work today. Of course, I wasn't sick but I had plans for us for later and I wanted the next few hours to prepare myself. You were working away for a few days and I imagined you sitting in your hotel room every evening with nothing for company except your laptop and a hard drive full of porn.
It took me several hours of shaving, washing, choosing an outfit and overcoming nerves but I am finally on my way. I am sitting on a hot, stuffy train on my way to surprise you. The train is only half full but it's so hot I've had to take off my coat. I'm now sitting here in nothing but my dress, stockings and killer heels. I didn't bother with underwear, I figured the less I was wearing, the quicker it would all come off.
It takes me a while to realise I'm being stared at across the table. I must admit, the guy was pretty damn hot and when he broke eye contact with me to look further down, I realise he can see straight down the top of my dress.
So what now?? Cover up or just a little bit of innocent flirtation?
My first instinct was to cover up but seeing the look on his face as I reached to pull the neckline of my dress up a little, I decided a little flirtation couldn't do any harm.
He offers me a drink from the bar and I accept. Just one though, I don't want to be totally drunk when I turn up at your door. We get talking and he asks me where I'm headed. I tell him about you stuck in your hotel room by yourself and that I'm on my way to surprise you. He tells me all about himself and where he's going and why but to be honest, I'm not really that interested but I pretend to be just to kill some time. The only thing I'm thinking of right now is how long it will be til this damn train journey ends.
He's still staring down my dress as I feel something brush against my ankle. I realise it's his foot and I feel all flustered. This shouldn't be happening. Not here, not now, not when I'm on my way to see you.
I excuse myself and go to the bathroom to try and gather some composure but before I can close the door, he's there and he's pushing his way through it. The toilets on the train are tiny and it only takes a split second before he's pushed me up against the wall with his tongue down my throat. My head is spinning. I want this guy right here, right now but at the same time, indoor want him I just want you.
I pull myself from his kisses and tell him it isn't going to happen, that I'm going through with my plan to meet you and I didn't want to be smelling of some other guy when I surprise you.