ATasteofLondon (2 page)

He grinned at her and rolled his hips. “What do you have in
mind?” Not that it mattered. He had a condom in his wallet so he was prepared
for any eventuality.

It seemed, however, that that wasn’t what she had in mind,
because instead of answering his question, she gave a positively wicked grin
and slid to her knees in front of him. In a move that cemented Ryan’s belief
that she wasn’t in need of
any
corruption, she flipped open his belt,
undid his button and fly and maneuvered his cock out of his boxers.

A hungry look crossed her face and she pumped his shaft in
her tiny hand a couple of times before sinking her mouth onto his cock. It was
hot, wet and eager. She licked and slurped enthusiastically at his glans until
it was good and lubricated before inching his length deeper inside.

Ryan gasped and slammed his head back against the door,
wishing he had something to grab on to. In the absence of anything else, he
tangled his fingers into her hair and pulled lightly. He knew from experience
not to piss off a woman who had her mouth—teeth and all—around his cock, so he
just held on to the soft strands as she bobbed up and down.

As one hand maneuvered the base of his shaft—she couldn’t take
his length any farther down her throat, it seemed—the other slipped lower and
cupped his balls. Ryan’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as the
sensations began to overtake him and he felt the tingling in his groin which
signaled his impending climax.

“Hey,” he said, not wanting her to end up with an unexpected
mouthful of spunk.

She didn’t stop, merely making an “Mmm” sound around his
prick, the vibrations of which only served to stimulate him further, leaving
him unable to hold off his orgasm. He couldn’t help it—his grip on her hair
tightened along with his balls and seconds later he was biting his bottom lip
as jets of spunk filled the terrible Catholic girl’s mouth. She was unperturbed
and slowed her pace on his cock only when it started to soften, licking and
sucking up every last drop of cum until he was as clean as when she’d
started—cleaner, even.

Ryan’s chest heaved as he sucked in air, trying to calm
himself down and return his heart rate to normal. It was hardly surprising that
he was so worked up, though—he had just been given a blowjob in a cathedral. A
fucking excellent blowjob, actually.

The girl stood, wiped her mouth on the back of her hand,
raised an eyebrow and gave Ryan a cheeky smile.

“Better?” she asked, which Ryan thought was quite possibly
the most ridiculous question he’d ever heard.

He spluttered, “Better? Are you fucking joking? That was
incredible.”

She gave a mock curtsey and Ryan tucked his cock away and
did up his jeans.

“Now,” he said, reaching for her, “come here, and let me
return the favor.”

She danced out of his grasp and gave a wry grin.

“I’m sorry,” she replied, looking genuinely disappointed,
“but I’ve got to go. I told the others in the group that I was coming here to
pray. If I’m away much longer, they’ll send a search party.”

“Well,” Ryan replied, barely holding in his mirth, “you
have
been on your knees!”

The girl stuck out her tongue. “That’s true. Anyway,” she
stretched and gave him another kiss, “I do really have to go. It’s been fun.”

“Wait.” He wasn’t sure why he’d said it—he was still leaning
against the door, so she couldn’t go anywhere until he moved anyway.

“I’m in town until tomorrow evening. Can I see you again?”

A flash of dimples. “I really did make an impression, huh?”

Ryan said nothing, merely folding his arms sternly and
waiting for an answer.

“Okay,” she finally replied, then held out her hand. “Give
me your phone.”

He retrieved his phone from his pocket, unlocked the screen
and handed it to her without a word, watching as she typed in a number then
passed it back to him. He glanced at it.

“The right number?” he asked.

She nodded. “The right number. Drop me a text in an hour or
so and I’ll let you know what I’m doing later and if I can get away.”

Ryan moved away from the door, then grabbed the handle and
pulled it open for her.

“Okay, I will. I’ll wait here for a bit just in case
anyone’s around. We don’t want to look too suspicious, now do we? Especially if
any of your buddies have come to pay their respects to the Lord too.”

“Good idea. I’ll wait to hear from you, then.”

“Yep.” They shared a smile, then she slipped out of the
door.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to Ryan and he poked his head
out, hoping nobody was looking.

“Wait,” he whispered.

She turned, her gaze flipping from side to side as if to make
sure no one was watching. “What?”

“What’s your name?”

The dimples appeared again. “Rose.”

With that, she turned and walked away.

Ducking back into the room for a second, Ryan made sure his
clothes were straight, rubbed a hand across his cropped hair, then glanced down
at the phone still in his hand. He pressed a few buttons to save the number
under “Rose”, then compiled a text message to her and hit
Send
.

I’m Ryan, by the way. Hope to see you later x

He stuck with a single kiss, wanting to seem interested but
not over-keen. Seconds later, he heard the beeping of a phone in the distance,
amplified by the acoustics of the building.

He grinned. It obviously had been the right number, then. He
just hoped she’d be able to get away later—despite the spectacular head he’d
received, his appetite wasn’t quite sated and she was the one to do it.

Chapter Three

Ryan had just put the phone down on Kristian when the text
came through. It was from Rose, inviting him to a gig at a pub in the area
later that evening. She didn’t tell him the name of the band or the type of
music they played, but it didn’t matter. He wanted to see her again, so he’d go
even if it was a Steps tribute band. He doubted it would be, though. He knew
the pub and it wasn’t exactly a cheesy pop place. With any luck, though, he
wouldn’t be paying much attention to the band anyway.

He thumbed a reply, then lay back onto his bed. The dorm
room was empty, which was why he’d gone in there to talk to his friend. The
last thing he needed was an audience if he was going to receive bad news.
Thankfully it was quite the opposite. They had indeed gotten Dave to hospital
in really good time, so he was going to be just fine. Naturally he’d have to
rest up and take it easy for a while, but there was no further danger. Kristian
couldn’t sort out any transport to get him back to London in time for their
Eurostar journey, but he was catching a later train, so he’d be in Paris a few
hours after Ryan was.

Although he’d made a halfhearted offer to postpone his trip
so he could catch the same train as Kristian, Ryan was glad his friend had
refused to let him. One, because he had a ticket that couldn’t be amended, so
he’d lose the money, and two, because it meant he’d be able to visit the
Louvre. Kristian wasn’t interested in visiting the world-famous art museum, so
it was the perfect excuse for Ryan to go without feeling guilty about leaving
his friend alone in a strange city while he went, or dragging him around and
boring him out of his mind.

Ryan grinned. Things were definitely looking up. Just this
morning he’d thought the trip was going to be cancelled. Now he had a date with
a hot girl, Dave was going to be just fine, Kristian was going to be on his way
back to the capital tomorrow, and he had a visit to one of his favorite museums
in his near future.

He glanced at his watch and his smile widened. Because he’d
been woken so early that morning, it felt much later than it was, but in fact
he had a few hours to kill before he had to get ready to go out and meet Rose
at the pub.

After a few minutes tapping at his phone, Ryan had a plan.
He’d head across the river and visit the Monument. In spite of his many
previous trips to London, he’d never climbed the three hundred and eleven steps
of the great stone column that had been built to commemorate the Great Fire of
London in 1666 or visited the nearby Pudding Lane where the fire had started.

He rolled off his bed and left the dorm room. Grabbing his
camera from his locker, he headed outside. Turning right up Borough High Street,
Ryan followed the road until he was across the river, then dropped down to the
lower street level and made his way along Lower Thames Street until he reached
the corner of Fish Street Hill. He could see it now, towering above the
surrounding buildings, and he headed up the hill, across the square and through
the open door at the bottom of the column.

He waited patiently as a girl in front of him rooted around
in her bag, seemingly struggling to find her purse. It was hardly surprising,
Ryan noted, given the size of the bag. He suspected it contained the proverbial
kitchen sink and many more things besides. Though apparently not the elusive
purse. The girl muttered as the woman behind the counter threw Ryan an
apologetic glance.

“Sorry,” the girl said, looking up at him, “I’m holding you
up.”

She stated the obvious, yet Ryan barely noticed. When she’d
been riffling through her bag, her blonde hair had covered her face, but now
Ryan could see. And he really liked what he saw. The girl had a beautiful
heart-shaped face, wide blue eyes and what he and Kristian liked to call
blowjob lips.

He smiled at her. “It’s okay,” he said, “I’m not in a rush.”

The girl smiled back. “It’s in here somewhere, I promise.”

“I tell you what, then. How about I pay for both of us, then
you can give me the money when you find your purse?”

“How do you know I’m good for it?” she countered cheekily.

“You a student?”

She nodded.

“Well then. It’s two quid. If you make a run for it, then I
haven’t exactly squandered a fortune, have I?”

He turned to the cashier, handed her the money with a grin
and took the tickets she gave him. Turning, he indicated that his new companion
should ascend the stairs before him. Naturally he was just being polite, but
his actions had a bonus—he’d be able to watch her arse wiggle as she climbed to
the top of the Monument. A gentleman with an agenda.

“Thank you,” she said. “You’re very kind. I do have the
money, you know.”

“I don’t doubt it. But don’t worry about it now. Just worry
about getting up three hundred and eleven steps!”

She laughed. “That’s true. I’m not exactly fit. You may need
to give me CPR.”

Her tone was light but her gaze met his and her expression
was intense. She was flirting with him.
Result.

“I think I can manage that,” he countered. “I’m first
aid-qualified, so you’re in safe hands.”

At that she glanced down at his hands, then back at his
face.

“I’m glad to hear it…”

“Ryan.”

“Hayley.”

“It’s lovely to meet you, Hayley.”

He indicated the spiral staircase once more. “After you.”

She flashed him a smile, then shifted her bag on her
shoulder and began to climb the steps. Ryan started after her, leaving a few
stairs between them. He didn’t want to crowd her personal space, plus being too
close meant he’d be staring at the middle of her back rather than her arse. And
her arse was definitely a view worth checking out. Possibly even better than
the view he was climbing three hundred and eleven steps for, he decided, as he
enjoyed the sway of her rounded cheeks in her well-fitting jeans.

The climb wasn’t a swift one. Only a super-fit person could
get all the way to the top without stopping at least a couple of times for a
breather, plus they had to keep flattening themselves against the wall to let
people descending the stairs get past. By the time Ryan and Hayley got to the
top of the Monument they were both huffing and puffing. He followed her out of
the door at the top and onto the narrow viewing platform that ran the perimeter
of the column. He laughed as Hayley slumped onto the barrier that stopped them
plummeting one hundred and sixty feet to the ground below.

“Fucking hell,” she said, reaching a hand into her
voluminous bag, “I think I’m ready for that CPR now.”

Her hand emerged seconds later, grasping a bottle of water.
Hayley unscrewed the lid and took several mouthfuls before wiping the top and
offering the bottle to Ryan. He smiled and took the water from her before
swallowing a few gulps down himself.

“Thanks,” he said, handing the bottle back. “That handbag
does have its uses after all.”

“Shut up, you. Surely you know how much stuff us women like
to carry around with us?”

“But not their purses, it would seem,” he responded with a
huge grin, earning him a slap on the arm.

“Ow,” he said, cradling his arm and pouting, “what was that
for?”

“You deserved it,” Hayley said, reaching into the now
infamous bag once more. “I told you, I do have my purse on me.”

Seconds later, she waved it triumphantly in his face.

“See? Now let me get your money.”

Ryan shrugged. “You really don’t need to worry. It’s only
two quid.”

“No, no,” Hayley replied, wagging a finger at him. “You’ve
teased me enough. I don’t want to owe you money and give you something else to
mock me about.”

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.