Sara's Story

Sara twisted her body again in front of the mirror, adjusting her long blonde hair so it looked perfect, then leant closer to the mirror to check her make-up. She pouted her lips at the mirror, then gave herself a smile. She liked what she saw. She had a perfectly flat stomach, yet did not look malnourished at all, rather she looked healthy and while there was very little fat on her body she had curves in the right places. She had nice perky natural breasts, B-cups with very sensitive nipples, and a perfectly shaped behind. She spun around and gave it another look, then winked at herself.

She had worried she would look tired after the long flight from LA to London, but she had managed to sleep for quite a bit actually so felt and looked energetic, plus she was ecstatic for her upcoming next several days in London and then continuing on to Paris!

She smiled at herself, thinking about how jealous her friends would be when she told them about this when she got back. The only one she had told so far was her closest friend, whom she had sworn to secrecy, and while she had acted like she was happy she could tell that underneath she was bubbling with envy.

She thought about Matt that would be by now waiting for her outside customs and walked out of the bathroom and to the luggage carousel to pick up her bags. They had met a few months ago, on some page that Sara enjoyed reading for fun once in a while, and they had clicked fairly quickly. He was in his late 30s, blonde hair, blue eyes, and worked for a large American bank in London. There was quite an age difference between them as she had only recently turned 18, but neither of them were bothered about it.

After quite a lengthy time of talking online, he had offered to send her a plane ticket to come see him, but she had prevaricated for a long time before deciding, taking lots of steps to make sure he was legitimate. Talking to him on FaceTime to make sure he was who he said he was, calling him on his work number discretely to make sure it was him picking up, and then, when he had offered that she (or they rather) could stay at Park Lane Hotel while in London she had made up her mind that this was safe and agreed to come. They had agreed a time that would work, and the day after he had arranged her flight tickets for her.

Sara looked at her bags coming out on the luggage carousel, picked them up and loaded them on a trolley, then, with butterflies in her stomach and a bit between her legs as well she walked through customs to the exit.