London, the city of SEX! - Sex Stories

London, the city of SEX!

... was once again waiting on the westbound platform at Tottenham Court Tube Station when - once again - he noticed Laura standing just along from him. 'Hello,' he said. Laura looked around. 'Oh, brilliant,' she said. 'Brilliant?' 'Yes. I was hoping I might see you. I dropped by your office a few times, but you never seem to be there.' 'Out visiting printers,' Tom explained. 'You know ... checking stuff on the presses.' Laura nodded. Their train arrived and they both got on. As usual it was standing room only. And, as she had on the Monday journey, Laura took a battered paperback from her handbag and read all the way to Notting Hill Gate. As they walked from the Tube station, Laura glanced at her watch. 'Yes, I think there's time,' she said. 'Time?' 'I'm feeling horny, and I thought that you might like to fuck me. Only I have to get to a book launch. At chap I went to Cambridge with. I don't suppose it will matter if I'm a little bit late. It's not as if I'm the guest of honour or anything. Do you think we can do it in half an hour?' Tom had no idea how long it would take. He'd never done it before. As they made their way through Laura's flat, towards the bedroom, Laura was already getting her knickers off. 'I'd give you a strip tease,' she said, 'but I don't think we have time.' And then she was undoing Tom's belt and lowering his zip. 'Do you have a rubber?' she said. Tom frowned for a moment. Rubber? Oh, yes. A rubber. 'Umm ... no,' he said. Laura smiled. 'Just as well I'm on ...

... the pill then.' One evening, when Tom was fifteen, his mother, with several brandies on board, had had 'the chat' with him. It was neither concise nor informative. There were many references to 'respect' and 'responsibility' and even to 'the sanctity of marriage'. And if Tom had had the impression before the chat that the first time was likely to be a big deal, then after the chat he had the impression that it just might be the biggest event in his entire life. And yet, here was Laura squeezing it into a quick 30 minutes before the launch of a book by some bloke she'd met at university. 'Come on,' Laura said, lying back on the bed with her skirt pulled high and her fingers working her pink valley. 'We don't have all night. Well, not tonight anyway. Maybe another night.' Tom positioned himself between her thighs, and Laura took his hardening cock in her hand and placed it at the warm, wet entrance to her vagina. 'Ready?' she said. Ready? Was he? It wasn't at all the way he had expected it to happen. Not the first time, anyway. But then, as he was discovering, life in London was very different to life in High Wycombe. 'I think so,' he said. Tom pushed, and immediately discovered the incomparable sensation of a hard cock sliding into a receptive cunt. 'Oh, fuck, yes,' he said. Laura smiled. As it turned out, Laura's concerns about being late for the book launch were, shall we say, a little premature. In spite of Tom's best efforts, their first attempt at full sexual intercourse ...