Black Bull 08: First Date - Sex Stories

Black Bull 08: First Date

... entirely to floor-to-ceiling glass panels, offering breathtaking vistas out over the city. Claire walked over to get a better view, seeing a small patio wrapped around the outside of the glass, a few tables and chairs for outdoor seating. She gazed out, looking over Tower Bridge, lit up, over the Tower of London itself, off over the City of London, all twinkling lights and late-night city workers.

"Samuel," I said, doing a full 360 degree turn in place, trying to take it all in, "this really is an *amazing* place!"

The man had walked in behind us, closing the door. He strode over to the large white table, slightly off to the side, surrounded by thin, Bauhaus-like chairs, placing a wallet in an empty fruit bowl in the middle of it.

"Thank you Neil, you're very kind."

Claire turned her attention back to the room, looking over at the vast open plan kitchen, the thing divided off from the rest of the living space by virtue of a long bar, sticking most of the way across the area, nearly delineating the two sections. Up against the back of it, facing in towards the main living space, was a giant 'L' light blue sofa, two smaller, black recliners seated either side of it. A large glass table was sat in front of this set, all of it sat atop an enormous Afghan-style rug, the thing looking like an antique lifted from the V&A.

There was a small fireplace recessed into the wall the sofa faced, a large TV seemingly floating out from the wall, above and slightly to the right ...

... of the fireplace, nearer the glass panelling.

"Please," smiled Samuel, walking towards us, "let me take your coats."

I took mine off, handing the large overcoat to the man, who draped it over a big arm. Claire took hers off too, revealing her little black dress, the thing cut down to a touch above mid-thigh. She held the coat out for Samuel. He took it, eyes wide, and took a step back, drinking in my beautiful blonde wife in front of him.

"Wow!" he exclaimed, his eyebrows raised as he looked her up and down, "You look absolutely *stunning* Claire," - he suddenly looked over at me, an expression of mild contrition on his face - "if you don't mind my saying Neil?"

I think we were past that point... We'd come to have my wife bulled.

"No, no! She does look gorgeous, doesn't she?"

Claire seemed to almost bathe in both our gazes, dipping her head coquettishly, doing a quick spin, a sultry smile lighting up her face.

Samuel nodded, as if in approval, then turned, hanging our coats on a rack by the door. He turned back to face us, walking towards the sofa.

"Please," he said, patting one of the soft throw cushions, "take a seat. Let me fetch you both a drink."

He walked around the bar, into the kitchen, opening an overhead cupboard to retrieve some glasses.

We sat, looking at each other, our excited, impressed expressions mirroring one another, my eyebrows rising as if to say "not bad, eh?"

Samuel walked back around from behind, placing the tall flutes ...