The Loft, Part One - Sex Stories

The Loft, Part One

Cleverly situated at the heart of London’s West End, one of the most exciting districts of the city, Soho Lofts apartments offered spacious and trendy one and two-bedroom apartments with large windows, modern furniture, luxurious appliances, and tasteful décor. The ideal location is only a short distance away from Tottenham Court Road, Leicester Square, and Piccadilly Underground Stations, offering direct links to and from Heathrow Airport and Paddington Central.

The building also features a concierge service, and all lofts have a flat-screen TV, an equipped kitchen with a dishwasher and a microwave, a washing machine, and two bathrooms with a shower. Popular points of interest near the apartment include the Queen's Theatre, Prince Of Wales Theatre, and Dominion Theatre.

Beverley Dawson chose the large open-plan one at the very top of the building. She christened it the Danish Room after the Danish Dinesen wooden floors. The bespoke Italian Boffi kitchen features Gaggenau and Miele appliances, a subzero wine fridge, high-quality Corian work surfaces, and a large breakfast bar with a touch-close drawer mechanism. The bright and spacious double bedroom, featured by electromagnetic glass, is flooded with natural light from the two large southwest-facing floor-to-ceiling windows and benefits from a fully equipped ensuite, including both a large double-ended bath and a separate walk-in shower.

"Not bad for nine grand a week," said an admiring Ana Fox.

"Not bad at ...

... all," agreed an impressed Eliza Barra.

The satisfied busty blonde that was Beverley folded her arms and raised her flute of Bollinger and clinked it with those of her other close friends, Crissy Hynes and Anjali Rai. The thirty-five-year-old beamed like a Cheshire cat as she sat in one of the padded leather chairs in the 969-square-foot loft. Only a month before she had found out that her distant Uncle in Woolloomooloo had died and left her his legacy. A cool ten million Australian dollars. About five million in sterling. She could barely remember the fellow but he apparently remembered her. The Aussie landowner had no living children, so she became the lucky beneficiary.

"You see, the thing to remember about conducting an extra-marital affair is to consider all possible outcomes and make sure that nobody finds out. This is why we shall use the loft exclusively and not stray to anywhere we might be noticed."

Bev visibly relaxed. It had taken her six months of planning to make this idea happen. The friends finally had somewhere they could use as their own exclusive hideaway.

"Ah, here's Ariana. Late as usual."

"Sorry. Signal failure at Bond Street. The Central Line is fucked up."

Beverley smiled at her little group. All six of them had met at school and had stayed friends since. Since they had reconnected after the end of the pandemic they had agreed to a standing date every Sunday to air their grievances and unwind in like-minded company.

They had all married ...