The swimming pool was empty apart from me and an attractive blonde who was a regular. We had started chatting over the last few weeks, her name was Bunty. I couldn't help noticing her beautiful looking nipples through her costume, an elegant black Speedo number today.

I had finished my mile swim and Bunty was waiting at the end of the pool. 

"Glad that's done for the day" I said clumsily

"Me too - all that Xmas food and drink!" she replied.

"I'm going to the Sauna" she said, "Wanna keep me company?"

I followed her in - we sat close , she stood up and put water on the coals, a pu Continue»

My fingers are wet with her pussy juice; I lick them and savour her sweet taste. She takes my fingers in her mouth, circling them with her tongue. God this woman is hot!

We sit together for a few minutes, she strokes my thigh, occasionally brushing against the bulge in my jeans. Clearly, she is building up to something. She moves her head towards my left ear, I feel her salty wet tongue, she gently nibbles my earlobe and whispers, "Back of the cinema - in three minutes," and leaves.

I follow her lead, reaching the top of the aisle I notice her coming out of the ladies. She beckons me an Continue»

Three hours later and a bleep from my mobile indicates a text had arrived. It was from Bunty. "Prince Charles Cinema, Soho, 1.30, screen 1 r20". I make my way to the cinema getting there just before 1.30, I paid my tenner and went in. The film was called Drive, but to be honest I don't care as I have my mind on other things. I spot her right away, sitting in row 20 on the far side. The cinema is quiet, as usual for the matinee show. My stomach is churning as I sat down beside her.

She turns and smiles discreetly, we sit silently watching the start of the film, After a few minutes Bunty open Continue»

I check my watch: 10.31 perfect, I step onto the 3rd carriage of the tube at Oxford Circus, Central Line heading west. I check my mobile again, the text reads "10.31 Central line, 3rd carriage, OC, no undies ;) Bunty x"

I make my way to the corner of the packed tube, looking for the blonde haired woman, but no sign. At the next stop a sudden rush of people exiting and a new hoard entering. Suddenly I notice a shot of blonde hair moving towards me. The woman is close and has her back to me, she is dressed in a black jumper, black skirt, black stockings and a red jacket. I have a Gant shirt, Continue»