VIKKI
It had been a week since had seen David and James. It had begun to feel like a dream, a dirty dream full of all my fantasies, but it was amazing how distant it became once Lisa was back in the flat. I kept expecting her to look at the living room and know immediately that I’d been fucked there by an older man, a stranger. I thought she’d suspect I’d worn her knickers, but nothing. Life was the same as it ever was. James and I messaged all the time but then he had to go out of London on business. I had been hoping my adventures would continue soon. How soon I had accepted the lead of a man in my sex life I thought as my bus stuttered it’s way across Waterloo Bridge. I looked out of the window and thought of all the people in London tonight. All of the naughty ones. The ones who would just play if the had the courage and, probably more importantly, the right inspiration to make them dive in and enjoy. I started to idle away the time by making a list on my phone of things and places I found sexually inspiring.
Mature sophisticated men.
Outdoors.
A room with a great view.
A Photoshoot.
A party.
A garage.
I stopped and realised how weird that seemed. A garage. Then I thought about it. Night time. The cars, the oil smell and being naked somewhere a girl should never find herself naked. Used and yes abused a little in a garage. It wouldn’t be for everyone, but I could tell from the wetness of my pussy it would be for me. Where to start though? I wondered. Then as I got off the bus and walked to our flat I had a brainwave. It was a naughty idea, I had my car which was sitting in the driveway at my parents house. I didn’t use it, based in London who does? But it did need an MOT and maybe just maybe I could test my new world of naughty adventures out on my own.
By the time I had my M and S meal for one whirring in the microwave my brother had agreed to drop the car off and park it in the space I rarely used for it in the flats. By the end of the next day I’d have the key bit of equipment I needed. Now all I needed to do this evening was put the plan in place.
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VIKKI
I got home and caught up with Lisa who had brought home a bottle of Prosecco, always a good start. After a couple of glasses I headed to my room and sat on the bed with the lap top.
After some judicious Google Searching I found a site called NORTHLONDONLIST which aimed to put people in touch with each other, community forums, odd jobs, trades and exactly what I was looking for, it looked to have a nice sub culture of naughtiness. I thought I’d post a very innocent sounding ad.
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HELP! MOT ADVICE
hi, new to London and need to find a reliable local type garage who aren’t gonna rip me off to do my MOT and Service. Can anyone recommend or suggest themselves to point me in the right direction? Victoria.
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I was pleased. Very innocent, every time I use Victoria I feel like a naughty girl who is about to be told off! If my instincts were right I’d get some genuine ideas but I was trusting to the belief that every London online forum is only a step away from a naughty perv. I smiled. I was getting good at this.
Sure enough about half an hour later when I checked my phone I had three emails. One asking me if I would trample someone with my heels. Binned that. Then one suggesting a good garage, which I googled and it looked pricey and then one that sounded as if it had potential from Glenn. Glenn said he’d had a garage in Northwood for 30 years, bingo must be a mature chap and he’d happily ‘do an MOT and give you a service’. Something about the ‘give you a service made me very happy. I googled the garage and it was exactly what Glenn said it was, great ratings and a one man band from the looks of it. A picture of Glenn showed a guy on his fifties. Beard and rugby build and blue eyes. As I added his number to my phone I couldn’t help but wonder what his cock was like. |
