He is not quite as liberated as me though and so we have an understanding, well not so much an understanding more a case of what he doesn’t know wont hurt him so I go out to play by myself quite a lot although I am trying to introduce him to some of my more daring moments.
By the way, my name is Deborah, or Debbie (especially when I am being a naughty little schoolgirl!) I don’t mind which, just not Debs!
Right, that should be enough information to give you a pretty picture in your mind so on with the story. Just so you know, whatever I write has happened to me or I have made happen. It’s all true and I try to describe everything in as much detail as possible so that you will really feel how I feel or felt and understand what turns me on!
It was a Friday and I was heading back to Colchester from London on the 4.30 train having worked a half-day and then had a few glasses of wine with some of the girls from the office in a little bar not far from Liverpool St. I was a bit tipsy, which is probably what got me into this situation I have to say, and was relaxing in my seat flicking through a copy of Marie Claire when the train stopped at Chelmsford. The usual melee occurred with people fighting to get on at the same time as people fighting to get off so I just buried my head in my magazine and tried to ignore it. As the train eventually moved off I glanced up to see that was sitting opposite me and there he was…. My god he was gorgeous, perfect dark blue suit coupled with a white shirt and pale blue knitted tie. Dark hair brushed into an immaculate parting, dark skin, brown eyes, long fingers with a gold ring on his right little finger, I could go on and on but suffice it to say he was my dream man. After taking all this in with a lingering look I realised he was looking at me and I blushed a bit with embarrassment at having been caught letching and looked back at my magazine. The headline on the page screamed at me
‘ outdoor fun – The British Disease’
