Arriving in New Brighton!

I dont think I have ever got myself showered and changed so quickly before in my life! I had agreed to meet M at a pub on the front at New Brighton. I followed the sat nav religiously, but still ended up getting lost! It must have been all that adrenaline from the anticipation!

A few frantic calls later, we agreed that I should park up and M would drive to meet me. I did just that, barely having time to touch up my make up and apply a little more of my favourite perfume, before there was a tap at the driver's window and M's smiling face. M decided that we should go on to another pub, and that he would lead and I follow on. Twisting and turning through the streets of New Brighton and Wallasey, I thought about what I was about to do on a busy Saturday night in a crowded pub!

Eventually we settled on a sofa with our drinks, the pub heaving all around us, noisy and too brightly-lit for my liking. Couples and groups of flirty, merry twenty and thirty somethings crashed on around us, but all I could focus on was M's lips and how much I wanted to caress them with my own, and how I wanted him to explore my body with those lips.

As I finished my drink, M suggests that we retire to his house for another drink and to see how we get on. I agree, even though I had originally said that tonight would be a social meet only. Who was I kidding? I thought as I drove behind him once again, I was wearing black and red lingerie, the bra was particularly low cut and plunging in design, allowing a full and inviting cleavage to be revealed by my equally low cut top.

I have difficulty in finding a parking space in the narrow cramped road, but M is a gent and helps me reverse into a space. We laugh at how frustrated I was looking, and head towards his front door.

I kid myself that I have not yet reached the point of no return; that if I want to, I can leave at any time, that I am in control of my hormones and my lust. I perch nervously on the sofa, making friends with M's cat whilst he fixes us a drink. He joins me on the leather sofa, positioning himself so that he is almost, but only almost, touching me. The drink and conversation flow, I feel like I've known M for a lifetime, he is easy to get on with, funny, chatty and very flirty.

After about ten minutes, M edges closer, the leather creaking as he does so, and moves in for a kiss. His lips feel deliciously soft and inviting against my own. He is an expert kisser, something I had not expected, and I revel in it.

His hands begin to caress the nape of my neck, my shoulders and back before moving to cup my chin. M lets his fingers trail across my shoulder blade and down my cleavage, leaving little goose-bumps in his wake. I shift position to allow to continue playing on my skin....................

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