On a plastic sheet, my afternoon with Lucy

[mellors]

With a nod and a wink to the Hobbyist and Ciara.

This was something I had dreamed about since Lucys first scathing put down to my post, I never thought it would come true.
I was to meet Lucy on a bridge over the River Lee, her in sunglasses and a mask to hide the stench. I texted Lucy ,she said she was running late and for me to come to her luxury appartment. Again,she was behind time and buzzed me in and I made myself comfortable in the flat, which should of been in a design magazine, modern and plush. As I waited I scanned the walls, A Kadinsky caught my eye, looking closer I tried to figure out if it was an original or bought from the 2 euro shop. Vivaldi played queitly in the background. I scanned the small library, Keats, Coleridge, Shelley, Heaney all there,lower down were the works of Satre, Russell, Dovstesky and 100 sarcy answers for the internet .
At last Lucy entered the door,dressed in Victoria Secrets lingerie, this is what I had been waiting for..."Alright chuck, what was it , a blowjob or the full shag "...she led me into her elegant bedroom, the bottle of stout frosted in the ice bucket by the bed, "Sorry chuck for the plastic sheet" she whispered " but the last john was a bit messy". The russle of plastic was arousing but it was a sunny day in Cork, "Could we start out on the balcony" I asked, a little kissing or cuddling".. "Are you feckin mad Mellors this is Ireland in April It'll bring on my bronchitus ". She motioned me towards the bed..my fantasy had come true....
To be continued .....