Today I had the overwhelming desire to walk up to someone near Chancery Lane, snog him and walk away….
He was sat there in a coffee shop looking all innocent, with a copy of The Financial Times, supping a cappuccino. He was in his mid-fifties, tall with dark silvery hair – a perfect example of a silver fox. Wearing a perfectly fitting Navy-Blue suit from Richard James, with a white shirt and light blue tie, he looked absolutely delectable.
I could feel a slight wetness as I went to order a latte, playing with my hair trying to look all coy. I was hoping I could catch his eye, but he was far too engrossed in the paper! My mind started running wild as I continued to study him. He was wearing a wonderful pair of dark brown brogues, which complimented his suit nicely. I do love a man with an exceptional dress sense. I was becoming increasingly moist by the second, barely able to stop myself from trotting over and sticking my tongue down his throat. I’m sure I would have made his day! Somehow, I restrained myself, so as to keep my professional demur intact. I quickly downed my latte and headed to the ladies. By this time my panties were ringing wet (why do I even bother wearing any?). I slipped in a couple of fingers and quietly orgasmed to completion.
After I regained my composure, and returned to my seat, the silvery fox had slipped away. I was left with my fantasy of what could have happened. I will keep my eyes peeled in case I spot him again. Who knows what might happen next time…
