Pretty nurse Freya St David looked in the mirror and a Goddess with strawberry blonde hair looked back at her.
She stood barely five feet
tall and was slender and pale.
Her skin was flushed pink
like she was freshly scrubbed and on this occasion she was.
Freya was twenty-eight years
old to the very day but looked much younger and she was a first class flirt.
For the first time in years,
she was going out with her besties on her birthday.
The previous five years of
birthdays had been spent with her ex-boyfriend.
But he was now history, and
good riddance, she had suspected for some time that he was shagging her best
friend then out of the blue he confessed to her one night.
From that moment on Freya
took her pleasures where she found them.
Suffice was to say that the
friend who betrayed her would not be celebrating her birthday with her that
year or any other.
But despite it being her
birthday she wasn’t her normal sparky self that day.
The first thing that brought
her down was that she still hadn’t heard word one from Captain Hardman.
She had even paid a visit to
her old patient Sergeant Lewis’s flat on the fifteenth floor of Gladstone Court
to glean some information but there was no one home.
And the bloody lift wasn’t
working again.
And the second thing that
brought her down was the lead story on the evening news that said six British
soldiers had been killed in Afghanistan.
Nonetheless Freya forced
herself to go out and with the aid of alcohol she forced herself to enjoy it as
well and with every single man she met she flirted outrageously.
But she had resolved before
she left home that she wouldn’t be doing anything that night other than flirting
that was her intention at any rate.
So, for Freya’s twenty eighth
birthday she was invited out with her best friends which started with a
fabulous meal at a Lebanese Restaurant which had been named rather
unimaginatively as Beirut.
None of them had eaten
Lebanese before, so guided by the waiter they ordered the house special platter
which consisted of a large range of meat, not at all unlike kebab meat but with
much more sophisticated spicing.
They all enjoyed the meal very
much and copious quantities of wine and after settling the bill they all headed
to a club called the Pull Zone.
Freya decided she was going
to put it to the test and see just how much of a “Pull Zone” it actually was and
without the necessity of any prolonged exchanges of significant flirting she
hooked Adrian.
Adrian wasn’t the best-looking
man she flirted with or the best dressed and his dancing left a lot to be
desired but what made him her first choice was that he was obedient.
Whatever she asked him to do
he did it without question and as a result she didn’t buy a drink for the rest
of the night.
Just on one o’clock though she was starting to flag and told everyone she was leaving, Adrian offered to walk her to the taxi rank, clearly hoping for a return on his not insignificant investment.
They were walking arm in arm down
the high Street when Freya suddenly turned left without any warning.
“That’s the wrong way” Adrian
said
“No it isn’t” she insisted
“It is” he said “the taxi
rank is the other way”
“I need to spend a penny” she
replied and walked across the church square until she got to some bushes.
“Wait there” she ordered
And Freya disappeared into the
shrubbery where she squatted down pulled her knickers aside and relieved
herself making a noise something akin to a racehorse pissing in a courtyard.
When she reappeared to where
Adrian was standing, he said
“Wow”
“Were you watching?” Freya asked
“Yes” he admitted
“Really?” She asked
“Yes” he repeated
“Well, there’s hope for you yet Adrian” she said and dragged him into
the bushes she had just come out of.
Freya backed up as far as she could, with her back flush to the church
wall and kissed him, which he seemed to enjoy well enough, but much to her
annoyance, he was a bit slow on the uptake and made no attempts to get to any
of her interesting bits.
Eventually after a prolonged period of intense kissing she pulled her
mouth away and said with some urgency
“Feel free to join in at any time you’re ready”
Adrian just looked at her blankly as he thought he was joining in.
“Don’t worry” she said and pushed him away to put some distance between
them and first of all slipped her knickers off and then pulled her top up until
it was under her chin and fully exposed her little titties.
“Have you ever heard of an “access all areas” passt?” she asked him.
Adrian nodded in the affirmative
“Well you have one sweetie” Freya said
After a moment Adrian’s blank expression lifted as it dawned on him that
it was his birthday as well.
“Ah” he exclaimed as the penny dropped.
After that there was no holding him and he undid his trousers and
waddled towards her like a penguin and then resumed the kissing before he got
both of his hands up her skirt and grasped a buttock firmly in each hand and
lifted her off the floor.
In response Freya wrapped her skinny legs around him and in a gracefully
fluid motion he was inside her and they grunted and groaned in the darkness
with the cheeks of Freya arse slapping on the granite in accompaniment to his
efforts until he banged her to a mutually satisfactory conclusion.
They
stayed in their conjoined position panting hard in the darkness for about a
minute until Freya said
“I
think I need to pee again now, and no you can’t watch”
She replaced her underwear
and generally adjusted her apparel and they walked back to the high street where she kissed
him goodnight and headed back to the club
“I thought we were going
home” he said
“No I’ve got my second wind
now” she shouted “Bye”
Which in plain English meant
he was dumped, he had served his purpose, she could easily find someone else to
buy her drinks.
