Ryan held his hands up and feigned innocence. “Would I?”
“I don’t know you very well,” she replied, grabbing one of his hands and pressing two coins into it, “but I really think that you would.”
As their skin touched, Ryan felt a thrill run through his body and he had to resist the temptation to lean in and kiss her. A vision popped into his head—receiving a blowjob from Hayley on a walkway high above the City of London, gripping the railings as he came into her mouth—
“Hello? Earth to Ryan?”
Goddamn those blowjoblips. They were distracting.
“Sorry, I was just thinking.”
“About what?”
“Oh, nothing. Come on, let’s have a look around.”
Having swiftly changed the subject, Ryan pocketed the money and moved around the balcony, taking in the views of the city and its many buildings of different shapes and sizes. Some he recognized, others he didn’t. Hayley followed him and they shared a companionable silence at first, but as they started chatting Ryan became aware that she was less familiar with London than he. That was how he ended up standing behind her, pointing over her shoulder at the things he did know about and sharing his knowledge.
He didn’t mind, of course. There were other people milling around the tourist attraction, so on occasion Ryan had to press close in to Hayley’s back to let them past and he willed his cock to behave itself. She seemed like a fun girl but he wasn’t sure how she’d react to feeling the hard-on of a relative stranger pressed into her back.
He found out soon enough when she twisted her head round and pressed a kiss to the nearest bit of skin she could reach, which happened to be his chin. Surprised, Ryan looked down at her and raised an eyebrow, waiting to see what she would do next.
He certainly wasn’t expecting her to slip a hand behind her back, between their bodies, and cup his crotch through his jeans.
She grinned up at him as she began to rub. “Having fun?”
Not trusting himself to speak, he smiled tightly. “Mmm-hmm.”
“I’ve got an idea,” she said brightly, as though trying to sound as normal as possible. “Let’s swap places.”
Blood was rushing into Ryan’s cock at a rate of knots, making it difficult to engage his brain, so he just nodded dumbly and moved to stand against the railings. Hayley slipped her arms around his waist as though giving him a cuddle. They probably looked like any young couple in love who could barely contain their public displays of affection.
But then Hayley took it one step further when she slid her hands down, undid his belt and managed to slip one hand into his jeans without undoing them. Immediately, she wiggled her fingers under the waistband of his boxers and grasped his rapidly stiffening cock. Ryan had to concentrate hard on not yelping as she began to twist her wrist back and forth, wanking him off at one hundred and sixty feet. The restricted movement meant she couldn’t move too quickly—that and the fact that if her arm started jerking about, it’d be really obvious what they were up to. As it was, from behind they looked perfectly innocent, if a little joined at the hip.
By this point, Ryan really couldn’t have cared less. He simply gripped the railings and held on for dear life as the beautiful blonde pressed her tits into his back and tossed him off in public. The twisted exhibitionism and the danger of what they were doing sent Ryan’s libido into overdrive and despite the relatively sedate pace Hayley was taking he felt his orgasm approaching. He turned his head and whispered.
“You’re going to have to stop, I’m about to come.”
“That’s okay,” she whispered back, “come for me.”
She obviously had no consideration for what the state of his underwear would be if he came inside it. She quickened her pace, leading Ryan to believe she really wanted him to spunk in his pants. Unfortunately, he was left with little choice as he felt tingles at the base of his spine and his balls drew up toward his body. He tensed and thought unsexy thoughts, uselessly trying to prevent the inevitable, but it was no good. Hayley’s awkward method still brought him off and he was glad he was facing away from everyone as he squeezed his eyes closed, opened his mouth wide in a silent yell, and warm cum coated the inside of his boxers. He slumped forward a little, breathing heavily.
The only saving grace, he thought, as Hayley removed her hand and stepped back and he fumbled to do up his belt, was that she’d also got cum on her hand. It made him feel a little better about having his softening cock nestling in cooling spunk. He shuddered. At least it wouldn’t take him too long to get back to the hostel and get cleaned up before his date.
At the thought of his date, Ryan’s mind wandered back to that morning in the cathedral. First that and now this. And he was seeing Rose again later—would he get lucky again, scoring a hat trick in a single day? Or was that asking too much? He’d already had two completely unbelievable—and hot—things happen to him today, so he couldn’t complain. Because despite the discomfort he was now experiencing, it had been incredible to be given a hand job while overlooking the City of London. He wondered if anyone in the surrounding buildings had seen them and what their reaction had been if they had.
Turning to ask Hayley the question, he came face to face with a random tourist who was shuffling past. Frowning, he looked left and right to see where she’d gone, then figured she must have moved farther around the balcony to check out the rest of the view. There was only so much time one could spend staring at the London Eye, after all.
Reaching the door at the top of the staircase without seeing her, Ryan realized she must have left. He wasn’t sure how long he’d spent recovering from his illicit sky-high orgasm but she couldn’t have gotten that far. She still had to get back down the three hundred and eleven steps. Looking down onto the square below, he was just in time to see the blonde exit the doorway, take something from a nearby member of staff and start walking in the direction of the Tube station. He watched her, still disbelieving of what they’d just done, to the extent that he began to think he’d imagined the entire thing. Perhaps the sun was getting to him, making him delirious.
Just then Hayley turned and looked up. She paused for a second, presumably trying to spot him. He gave her a wave and she waved back before blowing him a kiss and disappearing into the station.
Ryan shook his head incredulously. He’d quite like to hop on the Underground himself rather than walking back to the hostel, but from here it would probably take just as long to walk through Monument station to Bank, where he could catch the Northern Line back to London Bridge. Not to mention that he really didn’t want to end up in a small enclosed carriage with spunk inside his jeans, especially on such a warm day. Ugh. No, he’d just have to trust that his legs were sufficiently recovered to get him back down to street level, then back across the river and in the direction of a much-needed shower.
Then it was time for his evening with the terrible Catholic girl. The thought was cheering enough that Ryan managed a smile despite the mess inside his underwear.
Chapter Four
Freshly showered—thank God—and dressed in clean clothes, Ryan was chipper as he headed back out of the hostel onto Borough High Street and toward the pub Rose had invited him to.
Less than ten minutes later, he pushed open the door and made his way to the bar. He ordered a drink, then turned to look around the already crowded room for his date. He hadn’t liked to ask too many questions and appear strange or needy, so he had no idea who she’d be with. He didn’t think for a minute that she’d have come alone. And though he didn’t like to generalize, he doubted that any “good” Catholic girls would be coming to see the band that was playing tonight. The posters he’d spotted didn’t exactly paint a picture of a group that were representative of all that was holy and good. Quite the opposite, in fact. You wouldn’t want to meet any one of them in a dark alley.
A noise at his back made him turn. He thanked the barman for the drink he’d just put down and handed over the cash. He took a couple
of swallows of his cider, bringing the level down enough that he wouldn’t spill it when he moved. The last thing he wanted to do was find Rose and end up covering her in booze. He might already have impressed her enough to get a blowjob, but he was hoping for more than that this evening.
Ryan squeezed through the crowd as best he could. Several utterances of “excuse me, mate” and “could I get past, please?” finally got him across the pub, close to where the band was setting up. Finally he spotted her.
He didn’t know if it was okay to just go over and talk to her—any of the people she was sitting with could be the fuddy-duddies she’d mentioned earlier—so he pulled out his phone and sent her a text.
Look straight ahead.
He watched as Rose pulled her phone out of the pocket of her jeans and read the message. She smiled, then looked straight at him and waved him over.
Ryan heaved a sigh of relief. This evening was obviously going to be a lot more laid-back than he’d imagined. He walked over to the group of girls seated around a table and as he got there, Rose spoke.
“Everyone, this is Ryan.”
She went on to introduce him to everyone in the group. He promptly forgot most of their names, but he was sure they’d eventually sink into his brain as he followed their conversation.
“So,” one of the girls said to him, “how do you know Rose, then?”
Rose interrupted by asking her friends to move around so she could get out of the booth and sit at the end, with Ryan next to her. By the time everyone was seated again, Ryan thought he’d probably gotten away with not answering the question.
No such luck. The girl—Sophie, he thought—posed it again. He was saved for the second time by Rose jumping in.
“Oh, sorry, girls. I thought I’d told you. Ryan and I met earlier today, when I went to pray at the cathedral.”
Polite nods around the table. Ryan had to suppress a grin. He knew what Rose was doing—clever girl. She hadn’t lied, but the way she’d worded her response meant that the others would probably draw the conclusion that he’d also been in the chapel, paying his respects to God.
What he couldn’t figure out, though, was why she wanted them to think that. Surely if she was hanging around with these girls—and they all seemed friendly with one another—then they were also of the “rubbish Catholic” persuasion and therefore wouldn’t give a shit if she’d sucked off a relative stranger in a cathedral? They were all here to watch a band who sang about the devil, after all.
A little while later and Ryan suspected he had his answer. He’d kept mostly quiet, watching the interaction between all the members of the six-strong group, and realized that although they appeared friendly, they weren’t exactly what you’d call close friends. They’d probably been thrown together because of the group they were a part of and although they were happy to head out as a crowd, telling their supervisors they were going somewhere perfectly innocent, they didn’t fully trust one another. Their conversations were superficial, giving nothing away about themselves, and after a while Ryan was thoroughly bored and beginning to regret coming out to meet Rose.
He had no one to blame but himself, he realized. That morning in the cathedral had been seriously hot, but he and Rose hadn’t exactly had a lengthy conversation. As a result he knew next to nothing about her, including whether they even had anything in common. He suspected that while they were both sitting with the other girls, he probably wouldn’t find out, either.
Ryan began to ponder his options. He could either wait it out and see if he could get Rose alone or he could cut and run and go and find something else to do for the evening. If the worst came to the worst, he had a couple of paperbacks tucked into his bag back at the hostel.
Seconds later, Rose made the decision for him when she placed her hand on his leg under the table. Ryan tensed as her hand crept farther up his thigh, eventually resting within a hair’s-breadth of his crotch. Then she stuck out her pinkie and stroked it across his bulge. Repeatedly.
The polite and interested smile he’d pasted onto his face for the benefit of the girls became more forced. By the time Rose cupped his stiffening cock through his jeans, his jaw was hurting from gritting his teeth so much. What he really wanted to do was grab her hand and drag her away somewhere quiet so he could fuck her brains out. The way she was behaving, he suspected that was what she wanted too. But circumstances dictated he’d have to be a lot more subtle than that. Bugger.
He finally remembered the cider that was sitting in front of him and took several gulps, hoping the alcohol would relax him a little and allow his brain to come up with a feasible plan. Even if it didn’t, it still gave him the perfect excuse to hide his pained expression behind the pint glass for a few seconds.
Rose’s hand still worked away and as a result his cock was now fully hard and straining at the material of his underwear. He had a flashback to earlier that day and desperately hoped that she wasn’t planning to make him come in his boxers. Rose might be hot, but there was no way Ryan wanted to relive the incredibly unpleasant experience of having sticky underwear. The only place he wanted to come that evening was inside her.
Before his mind had the chance to dwell on that particular line of thought, the band did a quick intro and started playing. Although he’d never heard of them, they were obviously popular in that particular pub as people were already getting up out of their seats and crowding up toward the makeshift stage. Ryan shifted slightly in his seat, moving out of reach of Rose’s wandering hand, and willed his erection to go down. Otherwise, if he was expected to get up to let some of the girls go and dance, he was screwed. He’d never pull off the innocent look with a stiffy tenting his jeans.
He needn’t have worried, though. The other girls did want to dance, but Rose declined, so they all shuffled the opposite way along the seat, got up and disappeared into the crowd. Watching them depart, Rose waited a few seconds to make sure no one was coming back, then turned to Ryan.
“Thank fuck for that, I thought I’d never get you to myself. So…hello.”
She leaned in and planted a kiss on Ryan’s lips and his waning erection started to grow again.
“Hello yourself,” he said with a grin as she pulled away. “So, um, what’s the plan? Are we hanging around with your buddies all evening?”
“Fuck no.” She shook her head vehemently. “Unless you want to stay with the dullards?”
He laughed and grabbed her hand, replacing it on his cock. “What do you think? We can’t exactly do something about that here, can we?”
“Not without getting done for indecent exposure, no.” She paused. “Okay. I have a plan.”
“I’m all ears.”
“There’s a room downstairs that looks unused. I ended up in there earlier when I was trying to find the toilets. They’re next door. So if I go down there and you follow after me a minute or so later…”
Ryan needed no further explanation. He nodded and stood to let her out, then sat down again as she walked away. Grabbing his pint, he took a few more swallows before setting it down. It wasn’t empty but he didn’t mind leaving some. He had much more exciting things to be getting on with.
Waiting for another full minute, Ryan took the time to look around and make sure that none of Rose’s friends were close by. He thought he caught a glimpse of one of them in the crowd, but she wasn’t looking in the direction of their table anyway, so it didn’t matter. Satisfied it was safe to follow Rose, Ryan slipped out of the seat and toward a doorway with a downward-pointing arrow and the word “Toilets” painted over it.
He stood aside politely as a couple of people came up the stairs, then went down them himself. When he got to the bottom, he was surprised to notice another flight of stairs leading down. A second painted sign indicated that this was the way he needed to go. At this rate he’d be able to feel the vibrations the Tube trains made as they whizzed through the adjacent tunnels.
A minute or so later, Ryan thought he’d located the door to the
room that Rose had mentioned. It was ajar and he pushed it open cautiously just in case he’d got it wrong.
He hadn’t. Rose was sitting on a rickety-looking table waiting for him. He smiled and pushed the door closed, his grin widening as he spotted the bolt. He shot it home, then walked over to Rose.
“Glad you could make it,” she said, slipping her arms around his waist and looking up at him. “I was beginning to think you’d done a runner.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Why would I want to do that? I mean, have you seen you? I was just making sure that no one saw what we were up to, that’s all. Doing as the lady asked.”
Rose raised an eyebrow. “And what lady would that be? I don’t see any lady.”
“Well, that may be true, but I’m here anyway. Now stop talking.”
He gave her no choice but to shut up as he leaned down and kissed her. He cupped her delicious arse cheeks in his hands and pulled her tightly to him, making damn sure she could feel his hard-on pressing against her.
Rose moaned and Ryan took advantage of her open mouth to slip his tongue inside and seek hers out. She responded immediately, deepening their kiss until it became so frantic and hungry that they pulled away after a few minutes, gasping. Ryan grinned as he looked down at Rose. Her hair was mussed, her eyes sparkled and she had vivid splashes of color that were definitely not makeup across her dimpled cheeks. He was pleased to know that he was having an effect on her, as she was on him.
“Fuck,” Rose said, running her fingers through her hair. “That was…” She paused, seemingly groping for the right word. “Fucking incredible.”
“I second that motion,” Ryan replied. “So how would you like to do it again?”
“Oh, I’d like to all right. But first let’s get naked.”
“You don’t need to tell me twice.”
Their laughter echoed around the room as they began stripping. Ryan pulled off his shoes and socks, then yanked off his clothes until everything but his boxers lay in an untidy pile on the floor. Looking over at Rose, he saw she was in a similar state of undress.