What happens in London ...

It was my first business trip. Ever. And it was to London.
I flew in a day earlier than I had to, but being my first trip and all, I wanted to take advantage of the opportunity. My colleagues were to join me the following day.

I boarded the airplane by myself, went to my seat and waited. It wasn't the first time I flew by myself, but it was the first time I was this giddy about it. The last thing I wanted was for an old lady to take my fun away.

When he walked down the aisle, I prayed. My prayers were answered. I've never really clicked with the jock type, but I preferred him over other types. All I wanted was to have a fun flight and a drinking partner. And jocks drink, no?

It took us all but a few minutes before we started flirting like crazy. He told me he was married, which was fine by me since we haven't really done anything. I was between relationships. We flirted and his hands, much more often than mine, found excuses to touch me. Oh, but in a friendly way, of course. Right. And we talked. Tons. A lot about sex too. In a way, I was curious how jocks behaved in bed. Heh.

Once we reached London, we shared a cab. He took me to my hotel and we parted ways. We didn't exchange phone numbers, we only knew each others' given name and that was that. A fun flight. All that I wanted. It never occurred to me that I'd ever see him again.

Oh, but I guess I made an impression. He (sorry, I forgot his name. Let's call him Ron) called me within a couple of hours, said he was in the lobby and asked permission to come to my room!!! Just like that.

Of course I said yes.

I'm not sure if we even first sat down before he jumped me, or if was straight as I opened the door. But there was absolutely no ceremony or pretensions. It was clear why he was there. It was clear why I allowed him to be.

Now, since I have to take a shower before dinner now, the juicy details will be in the next post!

It's been a while -- let's hope it's a come back!

Fuck, I can't believe it's been that long. Nearly one and half years.

Truth be told, both Viv and I are married. To different people of course. And at some point we both felt a bit paranoid about writing this blog.

We both have pretty boring partners. Quite unbelievable when you consider how wild we used to be. So we're not sure how well they'd take it if they ever found out.

Lately, though, we both felt like continuing it.
We'll try, but no promises.

Let's hope for another wild post by the end of the week!