I’m sitting in a wine bar in the West End of London, just a short distance from my hotel. My husband, thankfully, is over 150 miles north, looking after our two children. I’ve finished my meetings earlier than anticipated, so I could have caught a train back home today, but today I fancy a little fun!
I am sipping my third G and T already and it’s only four in the afternoon! But, what the hell? Sometimes you just have to let your hair down and unwind! Looking around the bar, I can see several men, some on their own, like me, others in pairs or groups. They’re generally all businessmen, possibly just passing through London too.
I have thought about doing this for some time but I’ve always bottled it at the last minute. Maybe today will be the same? Sitting on the next table are two Japanese guys, smartly dressed, but not my type! Next to them there is a single man, not bad looking at all, but reading The Guardian. Could never go for a guy who reads such dross! There’s a tarty looking blonde draped around the neck of a much older guy. Very sad! And, tucked away in a little alcove on the far side of the bar, I can see three men, all tall, all fit and all very smartly dressed. One is black and two are Caucasian. I can feel my interest aroused by them. They are certainly worth a second glance!
I’ve been watching them for a while and I am sure they have noticed. You know that look some one gives you, then turns to talk to their friends, and then they all look at you? It was that. Now they keep glancing and I am smiling back! What a tease I can be! Wait a minute. One of them is coming over! He’s standing next to me, right next to me waiting to order more beers.
I cross my legs, aware that my short skirt has ridden right up my thighs! He is blatantly staring at my legs, but I can’t blame him! They’re lovely, slender legs, kept in trim by regular workouts. I’m proud of my figure, not bad at all for a married woman in her 40’s, one which puts many younger girls ... Läs hela novellen
