Restaurant sex in North London not enough for the horny hottie

Restaurant sex in North London not enough for the horny hottie.

I know that you are thinking that I behaved abominably but the older guy had made me feel like a hot North London girl whereas Damien could only think of himself. I understood that he wanted to impress me, after all I looked super sexy but he needed to get past undressing me with his eyes and talking about his penis extension – the Porsche – and actually try to get to know me and seduce me with an interest in my mind as well as my body. I guess that was too much to ask for, he was the well educated and successful city type and I was a sexy North London girl defined by my sexuality and sex appeal. With my toned, nubile torso and my extra long, sexy legs I understood that men would have one thing on their mind in my company – and that’s ok, just try to keep it a little hidden!

The older guy had been lusty and to the point. He had made it clear that he fancied me and had taken action in pursuit of his goal by beckoning me over to him near the wash rooms. When I had complied he knew that I was interested and didn’t hesitate to take me into the men’s and into a tiny cubicle where he ravished me. Even thinking about the sexy interlude had me hot and wet and I began to think that if Damien didn’t hit on me that night then I would have to find someone else that would – I was horny and in need of some sustained loving, the sex in the toilets and been time limited as we both had partners waiting for us in the restaurant. Five minutes of loving, howvere intense was just never going to fully satisfy one of us sexy North London girls.

I looked across at my mystery man and butter wouldn’t melt – he was staring into the eyes of the woman opposite and whispering sweet nothings. I wondered if she was a mature North London escort, she held herself with a confidence and style that was at once both attractive and professional. As she held hands with her man her gaze never wavered, not for a second, in contrast to me and Damien. He was again waxing lyrical about his favourite subject – himself – whilst I sat bored, fidgety and inattentive. You would have thought he would notice but he was probably concentrating on listening to himself!

When two stylish, hunky and well groomed guys walked into the restaurant I wondered whether they were gay. If they weren’t, dare I be a naughty, nubile, needy hussy once more? Of course I could... It was time to write another North London girl’s tale of the taboo...

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