This week has been terrible for me. Just one bad thing after another. I was ill, I was more ill, I lost my house keys and I ripped my favourite panties. Sometimes, when the world hates you, you’ve just got to go out and grab life by kissing a stranger at Kings Cross Station.
Firstly I want to say I have never done this before. Ever. In fact, I’ve never even walked into the men’s toilets by accident before in my life. So locking myself in a stall with Mr 6″5 American Football Player felt thrillingly exciting, naughty, and just a little bit vulgar. But we’re getting ahead of ourselves here. First let’s go back to how I ended up in a bar in Kings Cross Station.
All week I’ve pretty much been confined to my bedroom and the bathroom because I’ve been ill. I knew I was getting a cold for a while, lots of sneezing, coughing. At the start of the week I started to get a high temperature, nothing too serious. Then on Wednesday, I woke up with a feeling I can only describe as several large imps having a party in my brain, which included a slip’n’slide to my stomach. I spent the day either nursing the toilet, or having nightmares as I tried to get some rest. I blamed it on everything, vowing never to walk in the rain again, or to eat rice, fish, chicken, cereal and anything else I had eaten in the past week. I also cursed my room for being both too hot and too cold. It had been a while since I felt so ILL. Just a really serious case of being generically ill.
Thursday morning I woke up and although my head still hurt, it was a definite “Cleaning up after that wild party we had” hurt rather than a “dubstep is sooooo in right now” hurt. Also the slip’n’slide had clearly been packed away after the elves realised i hadn’t eaten anything for the past 30 hours. I wasn’t feeling well, but I wasn’t feeling half as bad as the day before so I felt amazing.
I wanted to celebrate with a burger. In fact, I wanted to go to a burger place I had never been before! So I set off to central. Now when I go into central, I’m mostly around the Soho, Seven Dials area. Today I decided I’d try somewhere different. A friend had recently told me there were a couple of very good pubs at Kings Cross station, and I thought why the hell not? I made my way to Kings Cross and went into one of the recommended pubs.
It was very big, bigger than I thought, and although had a lot of people, wasn’t packed full. I sat in a plush chair in one of the many corners and ordered a simple cheese burger. Across from my small table was another small table, almost directly in front of me, with a guy who had his laptop out and was also reading a book. Now the tables were set up in such a way that if I looked forwards, I was sat opposite where book guy was sitting. I felt as if we were sat at the same, albeit long, table. This made for constant eye contact as either we were next to the wall and directions for eye contact could only be at each other or a rather unnatural turn to the side.
When my burger came, book guy remarked “Oh, that looks delicious. I should have gotten something.”
“I’ll tell you if it’s good a replied.” Tucking into the food, because I was very hungry. Then I realised that this might have been seen as rude. I made a joke about how it felt like we were sat at the same table. At this, the man pulled our tables together and said,
“Now we are!”
Normally this would be considered incredibly creepy. But Mr Book guy was attractive, and I hadn’t had real life male attention in a long time. He was very tall, athletic and ginger with a stubble. He introduced himself and then ordered a burger as well. Whilst I ate he started telling me about himself and I only vaguely listened, more interested in my burger.
I’m not sure how it happened. One moment i was semi-ignoring him, and the next moment I decided he was really quiet attractive and I wanted him to touch my boobs. Literally, I wanted him to touch my breasts and I just have no idea how I came to that conclusion.
“I must be boring you” He said, noticing the puzzled expression on my face.
“Oh no. I was just thinking I’d quiet like you to touch my breasts.” I reply, before realising what I had just said.
The look on his face was quite amazing to be honest. It went from shock, then to disbelief, and then to the look of someone who had just won the raffle.
“Well, they do have some nice toilets upstairs.” He says to me smiling and I think, oh why the hell not? So we grab our coats and bags and make our way to the loos upstairs. It’s actually very convenient, they’re behind several doors and the men’s and women’s are right next to each other. They are also very nice as far as toilets go.
The first thing I notice are urinals, seeing them for the first time in my life. How weird men are, to stand in a line peeing next to each other. Then I don’t really thinking much because he’s locked the stall door and had stuck is tongue down my mouth. Wow, someone doesn’t understand foreplay. His tongue is also huge, which is not surprising considering how tall he is. His hands go under my top and unhooks my bra, and he starts to caress my breasts, before pulling my top up and bringing his head down to suckle on one.
It feels amazing. God. I’ve missed this. I don’t care that I’m in a toilet, or that someone else has come in, it just feels amazing to have a mouth teasing my nipple. and hands touching my body. I’ve missed the body contact so much. The feel of skin on skin. I run my hands through his short hair, pulling him closer.
Then he tries to put his hands down my trousers and I push him away.
“Ah no, sorry, i only wanted you to touch my boobs. Everywhere else is off limits.” I say, and wink. I redo my bra, adjust my top and say “thanks, that was fun.” before walking out of the men’s bathroom and into the women’s bathroom. I wait a while, reapply my lipstick and then leave. I see him downstairs, and decide to slip away quietly.