‘Perhaps my waiting time might be nearly over?’
‘Tell me what happened that time at school’ I asked, pouring us both a whiskey and adding a splash of lemonade to hers at her request. Indian hot sex I held the door open and she walked in and sat down in one of two armchairs. She didn’t look at me, but kept on reading. She had to look upwards to read the titles and she certainly wasn’t making her choice by looking at those books and periodicals at her own eye level. I fantasise about being spanked again, but have never found myself in the position of that being a likely turn of events.’
She suddenly looked me full in the face. And to tell the truth I wasn’t in the habit of picking up women in the same circumstances, but this looked like developing into more than a ‘brief encounter’ and variety as they say, is the spice of life. I bought a book, which had a school theme and not wishing to fully isolate myself at such an early hour, wandered across to the coffee shop and started to thumb through my purchase in the company of a cup of coffee.
