I laughed, as did she, and she left the corridor back to the warehouse. I continued towards the bathroom. I dislike going to the urinals as I feel I h...ve no privacy, so I always go to the cubicles. I locked myself into one of the toilets; the bathroom was empty, just as I like it. As I sat there in the cubicle I began to think about what just occurred. I kept replaying her walking towards me, her hair flowing, her smile penetrating me, and most of all her low cut top allowing a bit of cleavage. She walked me out to the car and drove directly to my home.Travis ran across the road the minute he saw me get out of the car, but somehow, dog instinct I suppose, he knew I wasn't well and his greeting was subdued for both myself and Charlotte. She took me directly to the bedroom and helped me out of my clothes, leaving me in just my briefs and a t-shirt. I had no appetite, but Charlotte wasn't offering food. She wanted me in bed and resting. She would be staying the night, she announced.When. I'd just moved to London into a flat of my own and was feeling quite free and up for an adventure. Back then, pre-internet, the way to find sex hookups was through classified ads in local newspapers so I replied to a few and finally managed to arrange a one to one with another bi guy through an ad in Time Out. We met up in a pub near where I lived and very quickly went back to my flat. I had already let him know in our initial chats that I was particularly interested in giving oral but I had. She was 5'9 and built like the quintessential brick shit-house. With blue eyes, long cascading blond hair, an angular face that looked chiseled from marble, a sleek athletic body, and two breasts the size of soccer balls, she made men sport boners where ever she went. (She even had this effect at a few family reunions!)As Chester daydreamed about Tiffany, he felt that familiar stirring in his groin. He looked down at his tighty-whities and saw the outline of his little pecker make a.