Another day of heavy rain in London.  I listened from my bed as the latest storm drove rain into the window. Outside I could hear the wind howling. Without even opening the shutters I knew it was going to be grim.

My mood was not improved by the radio news. Coronavirus, Trump and the latest post-Brexit fuck-up from our incompetent government.

If all that wasn’t enough I had just been dumped again, by WhatsApp this time, a first for me. I was done with online dating, it was a disaster for me. Liars, frauds & high-maintenance losers, was all I had encountered. I thought the last one might actually work out, she seemed normal compared to the rest. The message on my phone said otherwise.

I deleted her message and erased her as a contact. I reached for my laptop, logged onto the dating site I had been using and canceled my subscription. I deleted my profile and de-linked it from my email account. 

That felt better, but the weather outside was awful. I would not be going walking today. I logged onto a popular porn site and began browsing. I found a star who I liked had uploaded a new video. I pulled down my shorts grabbed my cock and masturbated while I watched her have amazing sex. She did everything I wanted to do with a partner. It sounds corny but we came together, I shot a load just as her video finished. 

I cleaned myself up, did some exercises and stretches and headed for the shower. 

I lived alone after my divorce but had in fact been alone much longer than that. My ex-wife had lost interest in life and in herself and certainly in our sex life years before. Splitting from her was one of the best things I had done. I had also embarked on a radical fitness programme and had turned my life around. I felt great, looked better, felt positive, began enjoying work again. A total turnaround.

The only problem was that with the new me came a renewed libido. I had always been keen on sex and now I was free of a toxic relationship I was ready to get out there. It turned out to be not so simple. I enjoyed a couple of flings, tried online but on the whole, I was very frustrated.

I went into my kitchen and made coffee and some healthy porridge. After breakfast, I started to deal with some emails. One was a message from Lush Stories.

I logged into my account and saw a message from Tracey. In it, she said that her company was sending her to London for a conference and she wondered whether it would be possible to meet?

I had found Lush Stories on one of my many lonely nights. I liked the stories and the honest chats. I had submitted a couple of stories myself and received very generous feedback. Tracey, in particular, had been very supportive.

We began chatting and our on-line relationship had developed. At first, it was mildly flirty but became sexier and sexier as our confidence grew. We exchanged ideas and fantasies. I felt I could ask her things that had been a complete no-go area during my marriage. I enquired if she shaved her pussy. She did, sometimes completely, sometimes leaving a little. 

Tracey asked me how I would feel about tieing her to my bed and blindfolding her before sex. We both masturbated vigorously during that chat.

As our confidence grew we exchanged pictures. I sent her a gift of a silk camisole from an English lingerie designer I had supported for years. The garment fitted her perfectly and the picture showed her breasts and erect nipples through a see-through lace top. I imagined lifting it up and feeling her wet smooth pussy underneath it. I often masturbated when looking at that shot.

I replied at once that I would very definitely be up for a meeting and would enjoy showing her London. I did warn her that it was currently very wet.

With the time difference, I didn’t expect a reply.

“I hope to be wet quite a lot while I am there,” she replied in her usual sexy confident manner. She explained that she was working very late on a project that needed salvaging from an over-zealous but entirely useless boss. 

Tracey was up for some more sexy chat but I told her to crack on with the project and then get some sleep. I checked the dates for the conference online and saw that it was to be held in the new but rather sterile Docklands area to the East of London. Everyone had hoped that the 2012 Olympics would act as a catalyst for this part of London. The games had been a success but the area was still cut off and isolated.  I checked my work rota and saw that I still had annual leave to use so I booked time off while Tracey would be here.

I sent Tracey a message suggesting she book some holiday and add it on to her trip, she could also book her flight home for a few days later. 

The next ten days dragged, but I found myself looking forward to actually meeting Tracey in the flesh as it were. Our online chats also became considerably more amorous as we explored fantasies about what we would like to do together. 

Tracey had opted to fly overnight on a Friday to give her some time to recover before giving a key presentation on Monday morning. I told her to get the train and the tube to her hotel because a cab would take hours and cost a fortune. I gave her the Saturday to recover from the flight.

At the crack of dawn on Sunday morning, I rode my motorbike to the East of London. It is not something I would dream of doing on a weekday but the roads were a lot quieter and safer on Sundays. It also helped that the schools were off. 

I parked up by Tracey’s hotel and sent her a text message.

“How did you know I would be wide awake?” came her reply.

“I’ve done those transatlantic flights, I know what they are like. Anyway come downstairs I want to show you something.” 

“You are here, downstairs, at my hotel?” 

“Yep,” I replied “Take your time, you don’t need to dress up. I will see you in the lobby in twenty minutes.” 

Tracey looked exactly like her photographs, she had her hair tied in a ponytail and was wearing jeans and a sweater. The only thing that gave away her nationality was her white training shoes.

I greeted her with a polite and chaste kiss on her cheek. Which felt somewhat strange given what we regularly talked about doing with each other when we were online.

“Welcome to London, I hope you enjoy your visit.” 

“Wow, it’s really you, and you are exactly what I expected you to look like.” Tracey lent forward and hugged me.

We walked out of her hotel and towards the river. 

“I’m going to show you a few sights locally and then maybe some breakfast?” I enquired.

“That would be great and appreciated. Two days of airline food and room service. I would love to taste something fresh.” 

We walked to the Emirates cable car.

“Are you OK with heights?” I enquired before buying two tickets.

“I’m fine,” She replied, “I had no idea you had a cable car in London, I’ve never heard of it.”

“Hangover from the Olympics.” I replied, “Hardly anyone uses it, and I’ve no idea how long it will survive.”

We boarded and anticipated we had a car to ourselves. As we crossed the river I asked Tracey if I could kiss her.

“I wanted you to remember our first proper kiss,” I said as I gestured towards the view of Canary Wharf.

We embraced and quickly began kissing passionately. Tracey encouraged me by pushing her tongue into my mouth. I responded in kind. I also felt emboldened enough to drop my hand and have a feel of her bum. Tracey pushed herself against me. There was no doubt that there was a good chance that our online activities stood a good chance of getting real.

We arrived at the other side of the river. Hand in hand we walked and chatted. Conversation came easily. Given the kind of talk we engaged in online, there was no way either of us could be embarrassed.

I found a cafe that was just opening up. We got a table and ordered breakfast. We both enjoyed strong coffee, eggs, avocados, and fresh fruit. It wasn’t cheap but I wanted to make a good impression.

We enjoyed a leisurely breakfast, there was no hurry. Afterward, we walked some more and then headed back to the cable car. I wanted Tracey to bit fresh and rested for the start of the conference. We kissed again as we crossed the river.

I walked her to the hotel foyer and suggested that she might now be able to get some more sleep and that would be a good idea before her presentation. We said our goodbyes and arranged to talk again later this evening. Tracey headed for the lifts.

I was just getting my jacket and crash helmet on when I felt my phone vibrate with a message. “Room 1874.” was all it said.

I repacked the bike and stowed my helmet. I walked back into the hotel and headed for the lifts.

I knocked on Tracey’s door.

“Come in," She replied seductively.

Tracey was lying on the bed, she was naked and her legs were spread wide open. Her pussy was shaved totally smooth. I kissed her lips, then knelt between her legs and began to lick her.

To be continued.