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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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After arriving in Edinburgh, myself and Aanya split up at baggage claim and I made my way into the city centre and my hotel. The conversation on the plane, her body and what could happen tonight running through my mind.
I made a point to go via a pharmacist on my way to the hotel to pick up some condoms "Just in case" I told myself.
Once I got to my hotel, checked in with work and got myself organised for the next day it was soon 6pm and I sent Aanya a text to see what she was up to and if she still wanted to meet. I got a reply back in less than 5 mins saying she was just eating but we could meet at 7 in a bar close to her hotel she had seen - do the tourist things and have some whiskey while in Scotland.
Drawing out meeting her away from a crowded plan just added to the whirlwind of thoughts going around my head and built anticipation. Will we still click? Will we have just a good few drinks and call it a night? Will we end up sucking, fucking and doing nearly unspeakable things to each other?
7pm soon came around and as I approached the whiskey bar, a few minutes early, she was already there. It was much easier to appreciate her form out in the street. She must have been about 5'4 to my 6' and in good proportion. She was looking chic in slim fit jeans, a light blue top (which contrasted with her coffee coloured skin well). Her cleavage was amazing, a push up bra no doubt and accentuated what I later found out to be 34c breasts.
I smiled as I approached and we hugged - a good start if not fireworks. We walked into the bar, my hand briefly touching her waist as I opened the door for her and she smiled at me - the glint in her eye from the plane evident again.
I'm not a whiskey connoisseur so after talking to the bar woman, who also happened to be very attractive and in her early 20s, we settled on a recommendation and retreated to a cubby hole to talk.
Over the course of a few whiskey's we talked about our respective travels and what she was enjoying about visiting the UK. I notice early on, something that I couldn't see from the plane - she had a wedding ring on her left hand I thought to myself either she is married or (cultural ignorance prevailing) maybe it wasn't a symbol of marriage to have a ring on that finger in India. Either way she was here, I was here and she was laughing at things that maybe deserved a slight chuckle at best.
It was after our second whiskey I felt her leg brush up against mine and send an electric jolt through my body. She look at me and bit her lip as I slid a hand onto her thigh.
Before I knew it, we were kissing passionately in this cubby hole. I glanced and saw the bar woman who served us earlier looking. When I caught her eye she looked quickly away with a flash of a smile.
Aanya and I had one more whiskey, all the while flirting, kissing and hands starting to wander over legs and waists.
As we stepped out into the fresh air she asked what we could do. Not wanting the night to end but thinking it was too soon to be so bold as to suggest going back to a hotel, I mentioned a bar close to where I was staying was having live music tonight. Aanya thought that was an excellent idea, so we started to make our way there. As we went my hand rested on the nape of her back...
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