marquis For Lunch

I had just finished my encounter and had some metre to vote down. It was a beautiful hot summertime day and as I walked from Russel Square tube station I looked at the clock time. It was just after two and thought I might as well get a drink, something to eat and kill a couple of hours rather than heading back to the post. As I walked down Marchmont Street, I came to a skillful looking pub called the Marquis Charles Cornwallis. Huge numbers of new mass mingled outside, crapulence in hand, carefree. It looked inviting so I stepped inside. In line to the exterior there were only about ten masses in the pub. Clearly the sunniness outside being preferred but I needed to solve and needed a table so needs must. Many tables were still covered in dirty plate showing that lunch period had been busy. I ordered a glass of red and a tuna ciabatta and turning to the right field, went into the separate incline field screened from the main bar country where it was noticeably quieter and sat at a tabular array with my back to the bulwark. The pub was really well decorated, a lot of overnice wooden tables and provided a quiet oasis from which to have some time out from the hustle and bustle of the primary entrance of the bar while I had lunch. The only other occupier were two older men who finished their deglutition and left as I took my seat.

My lunch arrived and after setting up my laptop, I hardly saw anyone for the next ten instant apart from the odd visitor on their way to the can. Soon after, absorbed in my work I became aware of a youth charwoman sitting facing me in the other nook. She was sitting with her back to the independent bar area and like me, spiritual world unless you walked around the shield sphere. Some hour later and reaching for my drink, I had my first proper look at her. She looked like a lot of the 30 year old Cy Young women who had stood outside, local federal agency workers dressed in light summer clothing, long tomentum pinned back, make up and tanned legs. I could see from the summertime dress she wore her legs were like the rest of her, large and shapely. I'm not especially into big breasts but I had to admire her cleavage which strained against her neck course and showed a very expansive duo of breasts.

I carried on with my work and after a patch I saw her put down her book and take the air out to the bar and it didn't leak my notification what a lovely full figure she had. She was definitely on the great size but quite attractive with well proportioned full hips and a naturally middling brass with full lips that suited her flesh perfectly. Returning some proceedings later I inadvertently looked up as she returned carrying her drinking. She saw me looking and gave me a pleasant grinning before taking her seat and returning to her book. I glanced up and at exactly the same instant she did the Saame and we both smiled awkwardly. A present moment later the girl behind the bar entered carrying a bowl of stumpy french fries and placed them in battlefront of the woman. I watched as she started to eat them, amused as she didn't seem to assume her centre of her Word for a I minute. Then she looked up and once again the awkward smile as we both seemed to have looked at each former at the Lapp moment. Then she got up and I sensed, rather than saw that she was in social movement of me. Looking up she gave me a beautiful smile, apologised for disturbing me and asked if she could take the ketchup from my table. ‘ Of grade, help yourself'I said with my serious smile which was returned with a vast smile and a shy flirtatious picture of her hair. As she took the feeding bottle she seemed to adopt just a fraction of a second too long taking the bottle from my script as I passed it up to her and not for the first meter I felt she was flirting with me.

It's funny how self-aware you can finger when you sense soul is looking at you and at that minute I was no different. Propping my elbows on the table have in mind my unawares sleeve shirt rode up my arms and I was pleased to note that she clearly registered my biceps and gave me an admiring smiling as I caught her eye. Her response was to slowly cross her legs and then very self-consciously play with the hem of her wearing apparel showing her ample, tanned thigh. I didn't even bother to hide my glances, in fact I knew that's what she wanted as she sat smiling at me seemingly encouraging me by then re-crossing her pegleg and managing to disclose even more thigh. Then having got my attention she leant forward, pulled the forepart of her neckline and I was given an even beneficial survey of her cleavage. Smiling again, she then took a chip and lifting it up she offered it to me knowing it wasn't her chip I was looking at. ‘ I'm indisputable you want some ?'she said provocatively. ‘ Well, it would be rude not to'and with that she stood, took the pipe bowl and walked them over to me giving me a full moon thought of her peg as she did so. ‘ I only want one'I said but she said she had had enough and besides ‘ it's better to share affair together ’. Then grabbing her bag, drink and al-Qur'an she asked, ‘ do you mind'and before I could respond she took a hind end opposite me.

For respective minutes we introduced ourselves, provided a brief if largely irrelevant description of our jobs but by then it was obvious that we were heading down a itinerary that led to something else former than calling. She clearly seemed to savour having me look at her cleavage and used every chance to be given forward, exposing more tit while sucking the ketchup slowly from each buffalo chip. The secret plan continued for some minutes and then deciding the moment was right, I leant forward and told her that there was something I wanted to tell her. ‘ Carry on'she said but looking around I gestured to her to lean forward as if I wanted to be ultra discreet and whisper something individual. She gave me a grand sexy grinning, sucked the end of a chip and leant into me so I could whisper into her ear. I made a point of looking around, paused inches from her cheek and then whispered quietly, slowly, confidently, ‘ I want to see you bare and lick every one inch of your dead body, very, very slowly ’. She pulled back, a gorgeous grin on her face. ‘ Really, and how are you going to do that'she replied seductively. ‘ Because I'm going to aim you somewhere smooth and slip you naked !'

She didn't even look worried but just sat back laughing and asked me if she had a choice. ‘ no'I replied, ‘ now sit forward and come closer ’. Slowly, seductively she inched forward on her president and with one handwriting already under the board I placed my script on her knee and sensing no effort to stop me I slowly ran my manus up her thigh and pressed my hand inside of her diffuse thighs until she gave way and parted them slowly allowing me to stroke her to he top of her thigh. She furtively looked around but made no try to move.

Hearing apparent movement behind her she suddenly clamped her thigh shut, looked around the bar and then clearly suddenly less confident she tried to pull back. ‘ Don't move'I told her quietly, sternly and seeing me look over her articulatio humeri before looking back at her and told her there was no one there. I didn't hesitate but continued to slide up her second joint, only stopping an inch from her knickers. ‘ How long have you got ?'I asked. ‘ Not long, how long do you take ? ’. Then I saw the excitement, I knew then she craved the attention. I could smell out the consuming desire in her eyes, she bit her lip and I knew that she wasn't going to block. I had already formulated a plan and told her to toast up and pack her bag. I didn't even wait for her response but put my laptop computer into my bag and stood up making it clear I was waiting for her. ‘ Where are we going'she asked. ‘ I need the toilet before we leave. They are on a higher floor, follow me'I instructed and with that she grabbed her bag and I heard her steps quicken behind me as she rushed to bewitch up.



At the top of the stairs was a balcony. A room screened off opposite me, dark and wax of chairs and to my right the gutter with fork doors for Male and female. I was still some six feet ahead of her, pushed open the door to the Ghent, holding it ajar with my foot and taking a risk that I hadn't seen anyone head us to the can for quite a while, I grabbed her arm as she passed to enter the ladies. I registered the shock on her fount but in one Swift movement, I kicked candid the doorway and drew her into the feller, past the interior door and without giving her a chance to flush query me, used my body to take her into the furthest of the three sewer booth. I could pick up her deep breathing as she asked me what I was doing ? Without a break I spun her round, placed my lip upon hers and in reply, I felt her lingua investigation my mouth and we fell backwards with her leaning back against the wall, my eubstance pressed against hers.

Over the days I had seen so many film where the duet rip each others clothes off and have wild passionate sex but this was the start metre in a long time, I could commend anything quite to animalistic, intensely desperate as this. She leant down and tried to unmake my belt, trying to pressure her deal into my fly and grabbing my cock. I grabbed her radiocarpal joint and pushing her back with my system of weights I held her arms above her head and easily pinned her wrists to the wall with one handwriting. Reaching behind her back, I felt the clasp of her zip and easily pulled it down. Her neckline now partly open I slid my hand into her dress and ripped her right chest free of her bra, her enormous breast topped by a large pink pap and immediately bent forward and took it into my back talk. I heard her whine and moan, holding perfectly still as I did so as if my activeness had frozen her still. Then reaching down I went under the hem of her garb and lifted it up above her waist, placed my foot between her groundwork and levered her base outwards. Firmly I pressed my knee joint between her thigh until she stood legs articulatio humeri width apart. Somewhere I was aware of her groaning and her voice but more than anything it was the sound of her ventilation as she now stood thrashing around desperately trying to rive her hands away from my traction.

I reached between her legs. Her panties were sodden. I pulled them aside and in one easy, western fence lizard movement entered her, thrusting two fingers, sliding them easily oceanic abyss inside her. Finally losing my grip she launched herself at me and as I continued to flex forward trying to sop up her mammilla and increase the thrusting of my fingers she caught me off balance and this time I fell back against the wall. She was on me. Gripping my belted ammunition, she pulled me forwards, tearing frantically, she somehow managed to get it undone, pulled the gonorrhoea on my trousers undone and with my zip already open she gripped my hard, swollen stopcock and was wanking my harshness violently. Trying to regain my balance wheel I pushed forward, driving her vertebral column against the wall and this meter I didn't need to open her legs, She now stood feet shoulder width apart, she reached up, ripped down her dress, then her bra and was now holding a tit in each hand, massaging them roughly before tweaking her nipples and biting her lip to smother her sidesplitter as I once again entered her and resumed to throw into to her hard and deep.

For a duet of vivid minutes this continued, groaning, biting, cuddling, pulling, pushing, each wrestling to hold command and eat our frenzy but I knew she was close. I could feel her pussy tighten, pulsing against my hand, her juices running freely and as I lifted my sassing and sucked hard on her breast she couldn't contain herself and slamming her script against the door with a vast bang she planted her helping hand to the sides and orgasmed as her legs seemed to buckle underneath her. I stood up straight, our lips met, our tongues intertwined before she placed her hands on my chest and violently pushed me back against the paries. Unexpected and off proportion, I fell backwards against the bulwark and before I even realised she was bent forwards and had taken my cock into her eager mouth and holding the base of my turncock started to soak up me so hard the chroma so acute, I actually wanted to stop her. Then in what must have only been seconds, the intensity of her mouth, the vehemence of her thrusts, I told her I was going to cum.

Suddenly there was a load bang. It was the out of doors threshold, someone was coming in ! I tried to stop but she didn't hesitate. step walked to the urinal but all I could hear was her breathing as she continued. Either oblivious or not caring she seemed to suck up harder, as for what seemed like an infinity I waited for the guy to finish, then wash away his hands before finally hearing his stride recede beyond the door. With him gone, in indorsement I felt my tool throbbing and with a loud moan I came deep in her mouth whilst she continued to take in me with such ferocity I had to physically seize her and beg her to finish. I clung to the wall for documentation. For some second gear we both stood, both leaning with our backs to the wall facing each other, neither seemingly able-bodied to move. We both stood looking at each other and as if slowly realising were we were and in our dishelmed res publica, I took some tissue paper and handing her some we started to square away our clothes. Within a arcminute we had regained some of our equanimity and as she slung her shoulder bag and I grabbed my briefcase, we walked as nonchantly as we could from the toilette, down the stairs and walked as innocently as we could through the bar to the exit as if aught had happened. We walked round the corner. I stopped, bent forward and kissed her softly on the boldness. She thanked me, I told her it was my delight and with one last smile we walked off in opposite focal point. I didn't look back. I walked to Russel Square metro before sitting on the train and realised that I had just had one the most intense, impersonal, instantaneous sexual experience of my aliveness .