Having driven to London from Exeter, a good four hour drive, I am absolutely knackered but Rob is having none of it.
“Dan, you’ve got to go out and check out some chicks, man. I’m getting a bit worried you don’t like pussies anymore,” he comments and dodges the shoe I’ve thrown at him.
Having experienced first-hand how fast these damn taxies get around London I have no choice other than to put my shoes back on and follow him out of his flat.
On the way out I stop in front of the mirror and make sure the classic quiff hairstyle still looks decent enough for the night out. Having celebrated my 30th birthday, I tell myself I need to maintain my muscular frame and the respectable weight of 75kg as much as possible. Years of playing rugby and supporting the All Blacks, it’s no surprise I’m wearing another All Blacks T-shirt tonight.
Before hitting the first club we decide to down a couple of pints in the pub around the corner, which is always a good idea in Central London, as the alcohol prices in the sports bars can be atrocious on a Saturday night.
Over a few beers we rue over the fact we haven't had a proper night out in a year. As usual Rob blames me for deciding to leave London for the SouthWest while I show him pictures of the South West Coastal path that I recently trekked.
I hit the restroom and realise what a different world London is compared to the rest of the country. The cubicles are full of shiny tiles and literally the size of a small studio flat. I suppress a laugh when I think to myself the cubicles look a lot cleaner than my apartment.
Feeling the buzz we walk across to the sports bar and surprisingly the bouncers let us in without too much of a hassle. Once in we realise why, as the place is literally dead and a chap, well into his forties, is killing the dance floor with his moon walks.
I glare at Rob, who gives me a shrug and orders two Glenfiddich doubles on the rocks. I try not to laugh as the young bartender glares at him as she has no clue what he wants. In the end he has to point out the green bottle before we finally get our drinks.
“Let’s have a couple of drinks here and head back home man,” I yell at him while I look around at the disappointing crowd. He agrees and throws a couple of hopeful glances at the bartender who chooses to ignore him.
Just when I’ve had enough of the place, I hear a high pitch female voice behind me saying “Not another All Blacks supporter,”. I turn back to see an Indian looking girl standing next to me with what looked like her English boyfriend.
“Well, you do realise we are the world champions and have the best players in the world at the moment, right?” I smirk at her as I respond.
“Well I think the Wallabies are the best. We were just unlucky during the last World Cup,” she almost looks angry as she pretends to punch my arm. I look at her “boyfriend” with a questioning look and he just grins at me and gives me a thumbs up. I think to myself either they are just friends or they are looking for a third wheel to join them later on.
Either way the night just got better so I grin at them both and continue the age old banter of which southern hemisphere rugby team plays better rugby. Over a few shots of Jagerbombs I find out she’s from Brisbane and just visiting her friends in London.
She looks to be in her mid-twenties, slightly chubby and with long straight black hair. A closer inspection of her face makes me realise how well she’s used eye-shadow and mascara to compliment the natural spark she has in her dark brown eyes. The blusher used on her cheeks does little to hide her dimple every time she smiles; and her luscious lips are covered with red lipstick that seems to go one shade lighter with every sip she takes from her glass.
She’s got a black summer dress that does little to hide her ample bosom and I’m slightly disappointed to see her wearing black tights, which does a really good job of covering her legs. I smile to myself as I realise her high heels makes her look taller than what she probably actually is.
While her friend continues to get shit-faced I drag her to the dance floor with me. The six Jagerbombs she chugged down within the half hour since we met clearly seems to be working as she looks a lot more relaxed and the fake hostile tone she had towards me is all but disappeared.
“I love this song,” she screams as the DJ plays Meghan Trainor’s new hit.
“I have to agree with Meghan” I tease her as the lines “ boys they like a little more booty to hold at night’ comes on.
She playfully punches my midriff as we both burst out laughing.
“I’m Dan by the way,” I yell in her ear as I realise the evening could get very interesting if I play my cards properly.
“I’m Anita,” she gives me, what has to be her trademark smile as her eyes check me out from head to toe. Almost as if deciding something she runs her left hand around my abs as her right hand feels my left bicep.
“Well you are bloody cute for an All Blacks supporter Dan,” I think that’s what she said as she grabs my arms and pulls me closer to her.
“Umm you are cute too,” I mutter awkwardly, ruing the fact I’m so off my game. Luckily she either ignores my mumble or didn’t hear it, as she pulls me in for a kiss. That escalated quickly, I think to myself as I grab hold of her neck and kiss her back.
“Ooh you really do know how to kiss,” she smiles as she slips a tongue in. I secretly thank my ex-girlfriend, whose refusal to let me into her pants meant all we did for a good few months was just play tonsil hockey.
I hold the back of her head as I gently kiss her plump lips. I slowly let my tongue touch her lips as I do my best to get rid of the last remaining lipstick on her lips. The hint of vanilla I taste on her lips tells me she’s got taste when it comes to choosing lipsticks. She moans and parts her lips as my lips and tongue tease her mercilessly.
Ignoring the few giggles I get from a couple of girls next to us, I bring my right hand slightly higher and place it closer to her left breast to test the water. As encouragement she kisses me harder. We continue to dance and kiss until the song ends. I look around to see suddenly the club looks a lot more lively and crowded.
“Would you like another drink?” I yell in her ears as the crowd around us goes wild with the D.J playing the new Bieber song. Her eyes light up and she nods happily as I drag her through the dance floor to the bar. She holds on to me tight and pushes her left boob onto my arm.
I get another round of Jagerbomb as we go to the back of the club where the couches are. I sit down and place her on my lap. She giggles and gives me a quick kiss. Having her on my lap results in my cock being fully erect and it starts pushing against her left ass cheek. I know she can feel it as she smiles to herself and moves slightly and slowly starts rubbing her thighs on my cock.
I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation before I try to pull her in for another kiss. She giggles and pulls away, I look at her in surprise. She cheekily smiles at me and picks up one of the Jagerbombs and takes a healthy swig. Without swallowing she kisses me and shares a bit of her drink with me. I moan into her mouth as our tongues enjoy the taste of alcohol and each other. She does this a few more times until the drinks are empty and I am about to blow my nuts in my pants.
“I’ve got to take you home now,” I whisper in her ear.
“Why wait until home?” she smiles sexily and whispers back to me.
I look around and see a lot of couples sitting down around us either chatting or snogging. As much as I like the idea of voyeurism, I did not fancy one of the bouncers throwing me out. I did however remember the large cubicles in the toilets in the Weatherspoon’s pub around the corner, where I had my first drinks with Rob.
“You want to do something really crazy?” I ask her. She looks around us and gives me a questioning look trying to figure out what I had in mind.
As a response I shake my head and whisper “Not here, but come with me.” I push her off my lap and grab her hand. By now she’s either pretty tipsy or really is an adventurous type as she holds on to my hand without hesitation as I make my way out of the bar. I try hard to make eye contact with Rob on the way out but he seems to be getting pretty cosy with an oriental girl. Realising he is not going to miss me much I head out with my playmate.
Finally out of the loud bar I awkwardly wonder if I should make any small talk as I make my way to the pub. Anita however is not bothered about the silence between us. With a dreamy smile on her face she puts an arm around my waist and walks with me. We get into the pub and I look around to make sure no one’s noticing us as I quickly take her upstairs where the restrooms are based.
She suddenly bursts in to a fit of giggles as she realises what I have in mind. Throwing caution to the wind I open the men’s restroom and drag her in. As luck would have it none of the urinals are in use and out of the three cubicles only one is occupied. I quickly drag her to the cubicle in the corner and lock the door behind us.
The open air before and the danger of getting caught had both effected my hard-on negatively. However to see her smile at me sexily as I pull her in to my arms makes my cock spring back to its full length.
She lifts her head up and moans as I kiss her neck and inhale her perfume. My hands are all over her back pulling her as close as humanely possible. She grinds her hips into me and rubs her stomach on my hard cock. I lower my hands and grab her ass cheeks over her dress. She moans loudly, searching for my lips and kissing me hard when she finds it, as my hands continue to knead her ass cheeks. Her moans gets louder and louder as I play with her ass while we kiss.
With the amount of tongue she uses and the way she reacts every time I move my hands around her bottom I realise I’ve hit jackpot as she seems to love ass play.