It was a terrible night. Rain and wind in equal measures but not to worry. Steve and I had booked ourselves into a quaint little English hotel on the east coast. Normally that would mean a walk round on the beach and seafront and an ice cream or three.

Fuck it. We couldn't go to her place and I knew damn well that I didn't want this girl knowing where I lived. I was suspicious of her. She hadn't bought a drink all night and her clothes and perfume were a little on the cheap side. I know that sounds harsh but I just like to be careful.

She had deep blue eyes. A sexy brunette, slim with very small breasts. I'd been chatting with her on the internet for a few weeks before we first met. I've never been one for cyber sex, although it can be fun I'd much rather be doing the real thing.

She'd been on the dance floor and looked amazing. When she went to the bar I followed her and made an instant move on her offering to buy her a drink if she'd answer a question for me. There's a few good ways to start a conversation with a woman.