The Beginning - Sex Stories

The Beginning

At the age of forty-five, I was made a partner in the corporate law firm where I worked. This involved a move to head office on the other side of the country. Of course, I had visited head office before, but moving there, where I knew no one, was a daunting prospect. I did wonder if it might be the opportunity to meet my dream partner, but I had no idea how to go about it. As one of the senior lawyers, I had mentored interns and had always been very drawn to them, especially the confident ones. Of course, I had never done anything about it or told anyone about my thoughts. It would have undoubtedly cost me my job.

When the day came, my belongings went into storage, and with a couple of cases in the boot of my car, I set off. Fortunately, the company had set me up with an apartment for the first few months while I searched for a place of my own. Even better, it was within walking distance of the office. I spent the first couple of weeks getting used to my new office environment and settling into the apartment. I found time in the evenings and weekends to explore the area around the apartment, and while there were quite a few bars and restaurants, there was nothing that really grabbed my attention.

After that couple of weeks, I also started searching for a place of my own, deciding that a loft apartment would probably be eminently suitable. There were quite a number of warehouse conversions being done at that time, and I had the choice of a number of them, eventually ...

... settling on a 3-bedroom top-floor apartment. Quite why I wanted three bedrooms, I have no idea. My offer on that was accepted, and after that, it was a matter of waiting for the bank and the conveyancing solicitors to do their thing.

Now that I knew where I was going to be living, I decided to be adventurous and see what the area known as the gay village had to offer. Over a number of weeks, I managed to visit quite a few bars and clubs, but I wasn’t really meeting anyone. One evening, in a club, I noticed a group of young ladies chatting animatedly and felt a twinge of jealousy. One of them, in particular, caught my eye – long blonde hair, a leather dress, and boots. She must have felt me looking as she looked straight at me, forcing me to blush and turn away.

More or less, the same thing happened the following two Friday nights. She was there with her friends and caught me looking at her. I have to admit to going home and masturbating while thinking about her. I was still living in the corporate apartment, but getting closer to completing on my own place, so I was quite excited by planning how I was going to decorate it. I missed a few weeks of clubbing with all that going on and eventually got the keys. A couple more weeks and it was how I wanted it, and all my worldly goods had been delivered, even if one of the bedrooms was full of boxes.

Now that I had a spare Friday night again, I returned to the club, took a seat, and looked around, but there was no sight of the ...