“Jeez, I needed that!” he said. Our whole bodies now pressing together, we kissed and hugged. We continued laying together, caressing and stroking, hugging and kissing, rolling about in loving passion the likes of which I had not felt in a long while. I felt I had to get him out of there to somewhere safer – and a little more romantic. I calmed him as he entered again easily, softly encouraging him to continue, and he began thrusting again, now desperately. He was a fraction taller than me, lightly built with short dark hair and wearing blue denim jeans and a black leather bomber-jacket over a plain white ‘T’ shirt. I said, “You’re not shy either, are you”, and he looked at me, slightly surprised, and replied, “No”, as if it had never occurred to him. At best, he didn’t have any more matches. We dressed and tidied up and I asked if I could see him again. Evidently, he hadn’t forgotten our bargain back in the public toilet and I had no intention of breaking our ‘contract’. As I had nothing else to write with, I returned the note saying, “No – you’ll nick it” and indicated that he should continue using a match.
