As she had taken a cab (to beat the evening traffic), I took the privilege to drop her off at home.She had no mind to leave me when we reached her hom.... She asked me to join her for a cup of juice. Maya has gone to her Aunt’s place for a sleepover with her cousins.I purposefully followed her slowly to see her from the back. The deep neck blouse exposed her spotless skin and a prominent tattoo on her back. The bra straps were visible (not very prominent) and I was excited to find what color the. It's a two bedroomed flat over a bank, and overlooks a big road junction next to the over ground railway. There's another flat upstairs the same, and I think he told me there's a couple living up there and two singles sharing it with them. Oops, sorry to drift off the story line there.The windows in his front room are huge, and he said that in the Summer he gets the Sun all day long streaming in to light the place. It wasn't Summer now though, it was nearly midnight on a rainy Autumn weekend,. Whatever worries I had about getting into trouble for being with me, evaporated. I knew it wouldn’t matter. I stood to clear the plates putting them on the side, and as I came back to the table Peter pulled me to him, kissing me hard. His hands began to undo the buttons on his shirt, before stroking my breasts as he had done the previous night. My hands ran through his hair, making it messier than before, and I could feel ourselves getting carried away once more. Peter stood and lay me back. I was nowhere familiar, which meant that I had deviated from the west end at some point. I looked at the street signs telling me that I was in the borough of Brent, an unknown area at that time for me.I needed to focus. Focusing wasn't a strong point of mine, even when sober. I was beginning to come down from my high. I was starting to feel exhausted and needed to get home. My eyes were heavy and things began to blur, but there was no mistaking the orange light of a taxi coming up the street. I.