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Day 1 – The first meeting.It was the most extraordinary experience. A chance encounter to beat ALL chance encounters!I was in a bar in Soho, the place was buzzing and the music was excellent. I wove my way through the crowds to the Ladies and headed for a cubicle. A quick wee and I was back out again to wash my hands and freshen my makeup.I was searching for my lippie in my bag as I approached the mirror I looked up and there were TWO of me!A girl was leaning forward to examine her face more closely and it could have been ME. Tall, slim, legs that went on for miles… AND hair a bit like mine!She was concentrating on a non-existent spot on her chin and as she leaned closer her miniscule dress rode up and exposed a beautifully pert little bottom with TOTALLY sexy panties. My eyes took in as much as I could… a stripy sailor top and the obligatory black jeggings and OUTRAGEOUS heels. This is classic Soho-Slut costume at the moment, all very ironic.My hormones leapt into action and I just stood there, mouth gaping.Our eyes met in the mirror and something flashed between us. The ‘L word’ never came into my mind for this was something else, something seriously special.Turning to look at each other directly neither of us could utter the first word.I was about to say “Hi” or something lame like that but she headed for the door was gone. I thought I saw her with a group of men but she was nowhere to be found.Later when I got home I stripped off and stood in front of my mirror. I felt dizzy and not from the drink. I was in shock and all I knew is that I to tell YOU all about her, all about how I felt… then and now.I resolved to finder her and tell YOU everything that passed between us. A diary of love with someone IDENTICAL to myself it might fill the void when YOU and I are apart.But before ANY of this could happen, I had to first find her and then Kolej Escort seduce her or be seduced by her. Some task I had set myself! Day 2 – The searching I was determined to find the girl I met so spectacularly last night.The bar where all this happened is usually full of people from the video facilities places. Soho has loads of them, all busy with post-production work for film and television.It was lunchtime so I walked round the Soho back-streets to see if by any chance she was on her lunch break too.I realised it was a crazy notion. One slim, beautiful needle in this huge heaving haystack. But her image was so firmly fixed in my mind that in my desperation I kept thinking that I’d glimpsed her but every time I was mistaken.Finally common sense prevailed and I tried to put her out of my mind. I worked hard all afternoon, concentrating on my duties but when it came time to finish I was pounding the streets once again.I returned to ‘our bar’ and sat for ages nursing a glass of very expensive Prosecco but with no success. (I imagined YOU smiling to yourself at your silly sub’s latest obsession.)I got home shortly after 10:00, watched the news but my mind was elsewhere. I WAS obsessed and I knew it.As usual, in such situations, my own body was eager for attention so I stripped off and went to have a shower and tried to comfort myself. An idea struck me and I quickly dried myself and went back to my bedroom. I unhooked the long mirror for the wall, the big heavy one with the wooden frame and l managed to lay it long-ways on my bed, propped against the wall. (One side of my bed is against the wall furthest from the neighbours.)I lay down and turned to face my reflection, I was all stretched out and I felt very naked, totally exposed. But now I could make believe the girl I’d been searching Rus Escort for was lying beside me, gazing into my eyes. Soon I became completely lost in my fantasy.Ever since my Mistress told me she was happy about my ‘self-love’ sessions, I have felt so much better. The old feelings of guilt have gone and instead there’s a lovely comforting conviction that I’m sharing my skinny little bod with YOU.I watched in fascination as the girl in the mirror slid both hands between her legs. Then she pulled her knees up towards her chest. This was the exact same position that I used to adopt before, when I needed to comfort myself… when the doubts and fears began to overwhelm me. Those prolonged masturbation sessions kept me safe and warm. But once the pleasure had drained away I was left with nothing but guilt and self-loathing. BUT thanks to YOU those days are gone!I was feeling so close to YOU. Our eyes were locked on each other as the girl in the mirror squeezed and stroked herself.I watched the whole thing! The moment of release, the final steps to the summit and then the climax. I knew YOUR eyes were watching ‘US’ as we came. A sudden spasm, a cry, and the warm rush of total pleasure.I curled up into a ball and whispered your name. (I said VERY personal things to YOU that I have never told ANYONE.)I turn out the light and in the glow from the window (London is never completely dark) I gave my mirror image a big hug and a kiss on the cold glass.MISTRESS MINE, it was YOU who had the wisdom to release me from my cage. Now that I’m YOURS, the genie is out of her bottle and I will never ever return to that lonely and shameful confinement. Day 3 – Close Encounters Lunchtime. Everyone is out on the street — including me. I’m utterly determined to find this girl who seems to have taken up residence in my Yenimahalle Escort head.I crossed Dean Street and was just passing Pizza Express when I SAW HER! She was talking to the waitress and was evidently just about to leave the restaurant. Everything happened so quickly… the door opened. MY girl stepped out and we suddenly were standing face to face.”Oh My God…. it’s YOU.” She said.”I’m SO sorry I ran out on you the other day … the Ladies toilet? … I SO wanted to see you again!”It seemed like an eternity before I could reply.”I’m Suzy.” I said awkwardly as I stuck out my hand. We shook hands. She was as nervous as I was and I even dared think that she had been fantasising too. The ice was breaking fast. She sounded breathless: “Hi I’m Soz.”Then totally unexpectedly she linked arms with me and said: “Let’s go!”This was a scene out of a movie surely. We walked, no, ran across the street and around a corner into a side street there a market was in full swing. Pulling open a door, Soz practically dragged me inside. I was in the reception area of a recording studio of some kind.”This is where I work… this is Chris.” A young man at the desk looked up and smiled briefly before returning to his computer.”Come on Suzy, let’s explore!”I loved this girl’s impetuousness as we walked down a short flight of stairs and into a darkened room. I could vaguely see a desk covered in little lights and buttons and behind it a huge window. As my eyes grew accustomed to the darkness I could see our reflections clearly in the window.Soz perched on the edge of the desk and looked at me intently.”Wow Suzy we must be twins!”The similarity was breath-taking and I was speechless. Soz rescued me in a way which I never expected. And with words which I shall NEVER forget.Her eyes fell to the waistband of my jeans. Then she reached forward and to my astonishment popped the button on my jeans.”Show me your triangle.” She said.The incredible thing is that I didn’t question this instruction (even though it didn’t come from YOU!). I pulled up my shirt and held the hem in my teeth as I unzipped and pulled my jeans and panties down low enough for her to see a patch of tummy and my mound.