Genuinely looking for dates in Britain

[KingsWoman]

"You're either a liar or the most fascinating woman I've ever met." As this man was married he never found out. If you're single, over 55 and live in the South Wales/South West of England areas, perhaps you would like to. (I'm 53; I like older men.)

I am not interested in PMs or chat or online sex, I'm looking for someone who wants to meet for an old-fashioned, in the flesh date.

Why meet up with me?
I'm a good date. I love to hear about other people's lives, I've travelled and done things out of the box, so I can tell interesting stories too, and I will buy my round if I am allowed. I enjoy both fine dining and a pint and a pie; I love high tea - especially after a walk in the hills or on the beach.

My ex-partner and I amicably parted a couple of years ago. We remain very good friends.

My favourite books: The Seven Pillars of Wisdom, Homer's Iliad, Elizabeth David's French Country Cooking, Jane Austen's Emma, Raymond Williams's Resources of Hope.
Favourite films: Roman Holiday, Frida, The Eagle, Carry On Up the Khyber, anything from Studio Ghibli.

I like swimming, rugby, gardening, cooking, reading, writing and recording smutty stories, walking, my cats (I like dogs too). I mean to take up fly-fishing and sailing this year, unless someone persuades me there is a better sport to join in with.

I'm probably looking for a guy; I will also happily go for afternoon tea or to a concert with a woman who has a good sense of humour and likes intelligent conversation.

Send me a note via my Feedback contact form:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1516411&page=contact

(BTW - about my stories, I am not really interested in having sex with a cucumber on public transport! However, if you have a nice motorbike with a good sturdy stand ...)

 

[KingsWoman]

Bumping the thread.

I would also like to say Thank You - to those who didn't message me as well as those who did.

I wasn't expecting much from advertising here, and thought I might get a lot of PMs from people only wanting cyber chat even though I'd said that's not what I'm interested in. People have shown a very courteous forbearance, although one or two have dropped a kind flattering note to say (perhaps for the first time in a long time!) that they wished they were older.

Nobody yet from the immediate vicinity has been in touch, so if you are in the area and looking for a date, please give me the benefit of any doubts you have.

 

[Mindfondler]

I wish you all the best in your quest.

I'd just like to say that I'm pleased to hear about the quality of the responses that you have received, particularly in the context of recent discussions in this thread. I'm sorry that you haven't found "the one" yet, but I'd be happy to help in a small way by bumping your posting periodically until you do.
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[Franglais71]

You have a nice voice, Kingswoman,

And if you are a mom, I wish you a happy Mother's Day and good luck in what you are seeking,

Happy Sunday xxx

 

[KingsWoman]

Thank you very much, Mindfondler and Franglais71.

I've always had a sneaking suspicion that this might be a good place to find someone of intelligence and discerning taste who also likes sex. After all, you do at least have to be able to read to be on Literotica! so here's hoping.

Or listen. My stories may not quite be considered 'listen with mother', but I say: Whatever turns you on, and hopefully turning my voice on turns you on.

 

[KingsWoman]

I heard from a couple of fun people on here. Unfortunately they live at a distance and meeting up proved tricky. Meanwhile I managed to pick up a real date off a dating site. Didn't lead to anything further but was funny and fun. I'll post details later in case people wonder how regular dating sites work out and to bump the thread. Maybe someone will laugh so much s/he will decide to date me and hear more ...

 

[KingsWoman]

So, my first date!

He liked walking and hiking so I suggested we meet up for a walk and afternoon tea, however something about his reply made me suspect he wasn't that keen on the afternoon tea. I said we could go for a walk and a pub lunch if he liked.

We decided to meet in a nearby town (with a castle), and he identified a walk we could go on. He had just started leading walks for his group so I flirted with that a bit, saying 'how exciting' and 'be gentle with me, I have an old sporting injury to my knee, not too much rough stuff' and the like (wink).

OK, so it was a walk and I was going in my hiking boots, but it was also my first actual real date in years! so I managed to find a pretty spring dress that looked cute with the hiking boots, and I also decided I would wear some wollen stockings. The dress is just long enough that he would never know ... unless things happened (I didn't expect this, as I was pretty sure he was not really a go-er) in which case, I would be very glad I had worn stockings.

On the train going over, I went to the toilet to adjust my stockings and make sure they were not slipping. Disaster! the popper popped off one suspender. Being a woman of infinite-resource-and-sagacity, I shrewdly figured I could still squeeze the popper into the suspender and it would still hold up, phew.

The walk was beautiful - lovely views. We went down through a wood where the bluebells were just starting to emerge to the riverside, then along to a ruined chapel. (Where we snacked off my emergency supplies of chocolate.) We came back along the top of the cliffs past one place where it was said a seventeenth century cavalier had leapt down into the gorge on his horse to escape Cromwell's roundheads.

It certainly wasn't a gentle walk. At one point we had to scramble over a rockfall of boulders. There was also a lot of going up steep hillsides and my companion (who would courteously let me go first) must have got a good eyeful of thigh and stocking top on several occasions. However he behaved with exemplary self-control, to my disappointment. Even when I saw some mistletoe growing on a tree, and laughingly pointed out that he was walking right underneath it, he only gave me a very chaste touch of the lips for a kiss - and I think he actually blushed, hahaha!

We finished up with an excellent lunch at a pub on the riverside, and a pint each of Cornish beer (Doombar). When the landlady apologised saying that the beef was quite fatty and tended to be served pink, we were both very pleased to hear it - as that is how a roast beef should be. (I would say good English beef, but we were on the Welsh side of the river.)

I had a super day out, and when I got home, I had been contacted by ... but that's another story.

 

[Mindfondler]

Just to say that I very much enjoyed reading that. I trust that it's just the first in a line of accounts of your various adventures.

On the stockings front, I reduced the chances of disaster for my wife by buying her suspender belts with six clips rather than just the usual four. Of course, this also increases the chances of my services being called upon to re-fasten a stray suspender clip. This arrangement seems to work well for both of us. ;-)
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[KingsWoman]

Just to say that I very much enjoyed reading that. I trust that it's just the first in a line of accounts of your various adventures.

Me too, although on current form I may have to write these posts up as a story entry in Non-erotic, rather than as one of my Text with Audio stories. I spotted a good-looking profile earlier today, but as I read on about him, it turned out he already had a significant other and is just open to extra action. I would rather be the main dish myself, not a bit on the side.

I had to work yesterday so I didn't manage to get out for a weekend date, just a couple of pints (Real Ale of course) and a pie with a mate from work. I did pick up some venison steaks at my favourite butcher's, one of which I had for lunch today. It was so succulent and well-hung, almost as good as sucking meat of a different kind.

On the stockings front, I reduced the chances of disaster for my wife by buying her suspender belts with six clips rather than just the usual four. Of course, this also increases the chances of my services being called upon to re-fasten a stray suspender clip. This arrangement seems to work well for both of us. ;-)
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Your wife is a lucky woman! My ex-partner (this is one of the reasons I eventually suggested we might not be compatible) expressed shock and horror when I once asked if he'd like to come into a lingerie shop with me and buy something. I was deeply embarrassed and felt ashamed about wearing anything other than serviceable granny pants for several years. Eventually I snuck out and bought a basque, which I hid in a drawer of handbags and would sometimes struggle into if I was sure I was on my own - with some difficulty, since I didn't have anyone to help me hook it up the back.

When I started coming onto Literotica and chatting shyly to friendly gennelmen, I would doubtfully ask if they might find a woman wearing lingerie at all to their taste? You can imagine the incredulous hilarity with which that question was greeted.

A friend who likes to wear lingerie himself directed me to a site where I first saw the six clip suspender belts (https://www.stockingshq.com/) and I was very taken with them. On the high street, you tend to find only flimsy stuff designed for the bridal market. (One can only hope the marriage lasts longer than the lingerie. )

I have to say i did enjoy reading your post, so well written and i do like the south west of England

Thank you. If you happen to be travelling to the South West and would like a congenial companion, do let me know.

I am available for a friendly coffee (who knows where it might lead), a flirtatious drink or candlelit dinner as well as high tea.

 

[Mindfondler]

I'll take the opportunity to bump your personals ad again by pursuing this conversation.

Me too, although on current form I may have to write these posts up as a story entry in Non-erotic, rather than as one of my Text with Audio stories. I spotted a good-looking profile earlier today, but as I read on about him, it turned out he already had a significant other and is just open to extra action. I would rather be the main dish myself, not a bit on the side.

I had to work yesterday so I didn't manage to get out for a weekend date, just a couple of pints (Real Ale of course) and a pie with a mate from work. I did pick up some venison steaks at my favourite butcher's, one of which I had for lunch today. It was so succulent and well-hung, almost as good as sucking meat of a different kind.

Ah... a commentary on food and drink in both literal and metaphorical senses!

Your wife is a lucky woman! My ex-partner (this is one of the reasons I eventually suggested we might not be compatible) expressed shock and horror when I once asked if he'd like to come into a lingerie shop with me and buy something. I was deeply embarrassed and felt ashamed about wearing anything other than serviceable granny pants for several years. Eventually I snuck out and bought a basque, which I hid in a drawer of handbags and would sometimes struggle into if I was sure I was on my own - with some difficulty, since I didn't have anyone to help me hook it up the back.

Heh! My wife allows me to do her lingerie shopping for her, because I have proved myself to have good taste in both style and comfort rating. There's little point in having something sexy if it's horrible to wear.

When I started coming onto Literotica and chatting shyly to friendly gennelmen, I would doubtfully ask if they might find a woman wearing lingerie at all to their taste? You can imagine the incredulous hilarity with which that question was greeted.

It has been known for that sort of thing to appeal to the occasional bloke or two here. *looks around blushingly*

A friend who likes to wear lingerie himself directed me to a site where I first saw the six clip suspender belts (https://www.stockingshq.com/) and I was very taken with them. On the high street, you tend to find only flimsy stuff designed for the bridal market. (One can only hope the marriage lasts longer than the lingerie. )

Yes! I found those belts for my wife. They're considerably more suitable for daily wear than the high-street ones. Indeed, I believe that they even stock industrial strength 12- and 14-strap versions, which look amazingly strudy but presumably require much patience and forward planning.

[to London_nigel1]
Thank you. If you happen to be travelling to the South West and would like a congenial companion, do let me know.

I am available for a friendly coffee (who knows where it might lead), a flirtatious drink or candlelit dinner as well as high tea.

For what it's worth, my wife and I are also regular visitors to the South West, and we're known to be partial to sharing a pot of tea.
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[KingsWoman]

Heh! My wife allows me to do her lingerie shopping for her, because I have proved myself to have good taste in both style and comfort rating. There's little point in having something sexy if it's horrible to wear.
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For what it's worth, my wife and I are also regular visitors to the South West, and we're known to be partial to sharing a pot of tea.
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Gosh! your wife really is an extremely lucky lady, I'm definitely a Green Lady here - green with jealousy. I would love to meet someone who could pick out my lingerie for me.

Although, guys (and women who like women who like lingerie), I am also happy to choose some to show off to you.

Anyway, this was my second not-very-sexually-explicit adventure.

A gennelman of a certain age sent me a message via the dating website on which I have a demure profile, saying I have a lovely smile. I replied to say he did too, and - even though I was pretty sure it would not lead to anything much, I agreed to meet up with him for an afternoon pint in a local Real Ale bar I'm fond of. I figured we would have a good laugh and a flirt, and a good pint of beer - what more could you ask for?

I had better give his reply verbatim, or you might accuse me of being a liar, and not the most fascinating woman the gennelman never got to meet: I'm having some issues with this, the age gap is bothering me, I'm looking for a long term physical relationship and I can't see that happening with us, your young, beautiful and I assume a very interesting person to know. I'm usually a confident person but in this case it doesn't seem like that.

Well, being too beautiful and interesting is certainly an unusual and flattering reason for someone to stand you up. I replied saying it was OK, and that in fact men often say after about five minutes in my company that they feel strangely out of their depth, so not to worry. Then we got into a bit of chat-banter and I pretended I was devastated. I said Don't worry about me, I will be OK on Friday, just there in my favourite cocktail bar crying into my Floral Martini. In fact, I will probably ask for a Margarita and tell them not to bother to put the salt round the rim, I will cry so many tears into it. By then, my gennelman friend was laughing so hard he actually said he would meet up after all. Unfortunately something annoying had happened at work that put me into a bad temper, and I did feel a little bit messed about, so I put him off saying I would catch up with him in a couple of weeks.

So. Still waiting for Date #2 - could it be you ...?

 

[Handley_Page]

Love it; I wish that I were a little closer in distance.

 

[KingsWoman]

Love it; I wish that I were a little closer in distance.

Roses! How very kind. Thank you.

I wish you were closer too.

 

[cryingalien]

Roses! How very kind. Thank you.

I wish you were closer too.

just listened to your sound cloud.....interesting indeed

 

[LWulf]

I genuinely know some grocery stores in Britain where dates are still in season...

 

[KingsWoman]

just listened to your sound cloud.....interesting indeed

Thank you

I genuinely know some grocery stores in Britain where dates are still in season...

Fresh dates? or the dried ones which hang wrinkled from the stem, still sticky and sweet if you suck on them?

My sister-in-law did offer me a love apple the other day, but I said I wanted a love banana. A date would do!

 

[JamesRTickit]

Thank you

Thank you



Fresh dates? or the dried ones which hang wrinkled from the stem, still sticky and sweet if you suck on them?

My sister-in-law did offer me a love apple the other day, but I said I wanted a love banana. A date would do!

For increasing my knowledge - I never knew tomatoes were aphrodisiac!
Pomme d'amour.

 

[vibes]

I don't want to waste your time, nor raise your (legittimate) hopes for a date as I don't fit in any of your requirements (age, status, location).

But I did want to leave a thanking note (and a bump) because the read of this thread is so good and entertaining ... to the point I should wish you never find 'that' date so you have to keep writing on here

 

[KingsWoman]

For increasing my knowledge - I never knew tomatoes were aphrodisiac!
Pomme d'amour.

Good point, instead of expending all this energy looking for a good date, I should restrict my diet and avoid oysters, tomatoes, avocadoes, asparagus, figs, beetroot, chocolate ... oh no! I couldn't be without chocolate!!!

I don't want to waste your time, nor raise your (legittimate) hopes for a date as I don't fit in any of your requirements (age, status, location).

But I did want to leave a thanking note (and a bump) because the read of this thread is so good and entertaining ... to the point I should wish you never find 'that' date so you have to keep writing on here

LOL, thank you! (I think.)

Sorry to say that I have managed - with much blood sweat and tears - to get two dates this weekend! They couldn't be more different.

One is a sweet older guy, whose profile suggests he may be a fan of the Mabinogion (twelfth century Welsh prose stories). He messaged me, and on my principle of never saying No to anyone who is not a total dog, because you never know, I suggested we go for coffee. After my experience with the previous older man, I was a bit circumspect in my messages and didn't flirt as much. I hope my new fan doesn't think I am very demure; I'm afraid this often happens as I trot about in my tweed skirts and pearls, then people are a bit surprised when they find out what my sense of humour is actually like.

The other is a guy only about five years older than me, whose picture I had looked at wistfully a few times in the lists. He is a type I just happen to find sexy. I thought he lived too far away, but in desperation one day I clicked on his full profile. I liked what I read, as his attitude is 'take it as it comes' (ho ho!) about the dating thing (which is my attitude). Plus, he turned out to be living a lot nearer than the town he gave as his main address. I happen to be doing a bit of work over the weekend in a city near him, so I plucked up courage and messaged to say some equivalent of 'I think you're sexy and am in the area, how about meeting up?'

As soon as I'd sent the message, I decided I'd totally messed it up and written a lot of drivel. I saw he was online but had not even read my message. I cursed myself for putting a list of such highbrow books as my favourite reading; he clearly had looked at my profile, hated me and wasn't even going to read my message. I had to remind myself that I am fed up of people assuming I am a bimbette and treating me as such, and so I need to put a list of the things I actually like to read up. I don't mind spending time with people who have never heard of Homer or the Finn Family Moomintroll, as long as they respect me for having really read The Iliad.

Of course, he got back to me and said he would be delighted to meet. He engaged in banter in the chat messages, which is promising. Although he also asked about one of the pictures I had put up. As well as photos of my physog, I had put up my profile picture off Soundcloud and here, and he asked me why I had a picture up of a Magnum ice lolly! I just said: "Oh, ho ho, that's quite a story." Which I like to think it is, LOL. I'm debating what to tell him. (One of my gennelmen friends said I must not reveal I post smutty audio stories until the fourth date, as by then dates will realise I am a Nice Woman, not a slag, and they will be thrilled and excited that I am a Nice Woman with a naughty side.)

Going out and trying to pick up dates, I feel tongue-tied and as if I have two left feet. It's so much easier chatting online, when I can read back what I'm typing - go away for a couple of hours, then think of a witty response and write it. But there's something so sexy about the messiness of trying to set up a real life date. I know I might even blush when I am sitting face to face with a real man in the flesh, flirting - although probably not, as I have been practising my skills on young builders for a few years and they are usually the ones who blush.

 

[vibes]

LOL, thank you! (I think.)

Sorry to say that I have managed - with much blood sweat and tears - to get two dates this weekend! They couldn't be more different.

Yes, it was meant as a compliment only

I don't mind you dating, of course ... as long as you keep posting

You could put a pic of yours on here too: you never know

 

[vidiman]

Thumbs up for the thread and the engagement of it. (not wishing to move things on too quickly there!!!)

You tell a good story. Maybe it should be titles 'taken up the hill on my first date' All smiles pls.

 

[LucyCanyon]

Well, KW, what a delightful story you tell, and I wish you well, Yorkshire is too far otherwise I would be bidding for an anonymous part in your takes

What you are doing is admirable, many more men than women seek dates and you ought to have a whole heap of choice but it's clear that you haven't, or that the standard you rightly aspire to is higher than that on offer!

I cannot wait for your next instalment, and I wonder about starting my own thread about my singular failure to find the female equivalent of your search! T


Going out and trying to pick up dates, I feel tongue-tied and as if I have two left feet. It's so much easier chatting online, when I can read back what I'm typing - go away for a couple of hours, then think of a witty response and write it. But there's something so sexy about the messiness of trying to set up a real life date. I know I might even blush when I am sitting face to face with a real man in the flesh, flirting - although probably not, as I have been practising my skills on young builders for a few years and they are usually the ones who blush.[/QUOTE]

 

[KingsWoman]

You could put a pic of yours on here too: you never know

Unfortunately I am still a virgin (wink), so I can't post a profile picture here yet.

You tell a good story. Maybe it should be titles 'taken up the hill on my first date' All smiles pls.

Or Near Misses Under the Mistletoe: My First Date Doesn't Quite Mount the Mound.

Well, KW, what a delightful story you tell, and I wish you well, Yorkshire is too far otherwise I would be bidding for an anonymous part in your takes
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I cannot wait for your next instalment, and I wonder about starting my own thread about my singular failure to find the female equivalent of your search! T

Thank you for the lovely roses! I can certainly recommend starting a thread; you have to be a bit patient at first, I could see a lot of people reading but it's taken a little while and some bumping (sadly only in a metaphorical sense) to get more posting in here. I have had some lovely PMs, and people have been very good about respecting my wish to find something more real rather than chat/PM/kik (not quite sure what kiking is! hope it's not a form of BDSM chatting: kicking?)

I had another fun date today. I didn't think today's date would make the ultimate grade, but it's always good to get out and meet people. We had tea and cakes in one of those proper tea-shops, and I introduced him to Iron Goddess of Mercy (no, not my dominatrix outfit, it's an Oolong tea).

On about the third mention of his ex, I was merciful myself and allowed my date to talk about her. I kinda feel when people are so keen to talk about their ex on the very first date that perhaps they are not over it all? On that first date under-the-mistletoe-and-over-hill-and-dale, when my date grumbled about his ex, I did talk about mine too to keep the conversation going, but today I didn't feel the least temptation and never mentioned him. (He is a good lad after all, and has been very generous to me. I just feel that when one of you wants to have sex and the other one is completely uninterested, it is a pretty clear sign that you are not compatible any more. And there was some other stuff, but water under the bridge, hey - let's not try to cross the same river twice as Heraclitus puts it.)

I did manage to achieve my main aim of the date, which was to take another and much more attractive photo of my date for him to put on the dating website. His former one was a gloomy cadaverous shot which would only have appealed to someone living in a gingerbread house and wanting to feed him up, or someone like me who is prepared to completely overlook badly taken selfies in case the person is just not a very good photographer. It is important on these sites to have a photo with a smile. I saw just now that he has uploaded one of the smiley photos I took of him, and it does look a lot more appealing so I hope he gets more friendly dates and other women can have the pleasure of tea and cakes with him.

He tried to pay for the tea, which I always think is a gennelmanly courtesy. And he also courteously let me pay for my half when I insisted. In "date-speak" what that means is:
"I really like you and would like to meet again."
"You are cute but I am not going to let you shag me."
Him being OK about it meant he would not hassle me and make a nuisance of himself by pestering me to go back and drink more Oolong and Lapsang Souchong.

Oh, the restricted code of dating linguistics!

 

[LucyCanyon]

"Thank you for the lovely roses! I can certainly recommend starting a thread; you have to be a bit patient at first, I could see a lot of people reading but it's taken a little while and some bumping (sadly only in a metaphorical sense) to get more posting in here. I have had some lovely PMs, and people have been very good about respecting my wish to find something more real rather than chat/PM/kik (not quite sure what kiking is! hope it's not a form of BDSM chatting: kicking?) "

Haha, roses on here are easy, would love to be sending them for real, appreciate your privacy and need for local interest though! The odd time I get a contact from here or elsewhere I am asked for WhatsApp or Kik stuff.... Am sure there are creams for them, and tehr ash disappears quickly

I had another fun date today. I didn't think today's date would make the ultimate grade, but it's always good to get out and meet people. We had tea and cakes in one of those proper tea-shops, and I introduced him to Iron Goddess of Mercy (no, not my dominatrix outfit, it's an Oolong tea).

Your date details make me smile, and the tales of an ex who had no interest in sex or lingerie makes me weep... I had a female partner who was the same though I would love to be buying lingerie for a woman (as well as myself 'blush') but hey... its not always to be

He tried to pay for the tea, which I always think is a gennelmanly courtesy. And he also courteously let me pay for my half when I insisted. In "date-speak" what that means is:
"I really like you and would like to meet again."
"You are cute but I am not going to let you shag me."
Him being OK about it meant he would not hassle me and make a nuisance of himself by pestering me to go back and drink more Oolong and Lapsang Souchong.

Oh, the restricted code of dating linguistics![/QUOTE]


You should write a new dictionary, a Meaning of Liff follow up, that helps us poor returnees into the partner-seeking arena. Ever read the Meaning of Liff...?

 

[KingsWoman]

You should write a new dictionary, a Meaning of Liff follow up, that helps us poor returnees into the partner-seeking arena. Ever read the Meaning of Liff...?

I do remember The Meaning of Liff! that sounds like it could be a fun Text-with-audio story, LOL.

Well, I am not going to say much about my actual date ... because I don't like to kiss 'n tell (wink), however I will tell you about the lead-up to it.

Second Stocking Shocker!

Undaunted by my popper disaster on my first date, I decided I would wear stockings along to my prospective hot date, even though I had to go to work before going on to my assignation. I decided it would be too much to wear my blackberry basque, and as the popper disaster had left me without the dubious support of my flimsy old suspender belt, and I have not yet had time to get a sturdy six-strap replacement, I turned to a fetching peach coloured bra and knicker set, decorated in black embroidery, which has black suspenders you can hook into ingenious loops sewn discreetly on the knickers. Although I have had trouble with these before, I thought that wearing them with holdups I would not have any problems.

Wrong!

I caught the bus early in the morning down to the train station, and was already aware of a bit of trouble down below. As I walked from the bus-stop to the station, matters were becoming critical. Maybe I'm not 'curvaceous' enough, but I find holdup stockings never actually hold up on my muscular thighs, and I always have to wear suspenders as well. Anyway, these misnamed 'holdups' were sliding down instead of holding up. (This contradiction in term will certainly get a mention in my forthcoming bestseller The Meaning of Lofve.) The 'holdups' were pulling on the suspender straps attached to the embroidered peach knickers, and by the time I was on the stairs going up to the train, the peach knickers had slid over my arse and were halfway down my thighs round where the stocking tops ought to have been, but weren't any more, and my cunt was enjoying the benefit of the fresh morning breeze blowing along the platform. (I live near the coast so this was probably healthy sea air, which is some consolation for my embarrassing predicament.)

I managed to pick up a smoked salmon and cream cheese breakfast roll, looking intently into the eyes of the guys behind the stall to make sure they didn't start glancing down at my legs at all, and staggered onto the train where I was able to adjust my netherwear in the toilet. I just about got through work, as I was sitting down most of the time. Afterwards, however, with a brisk walk ahead of me to meet up with my hot date, I decided enough was enough. Luckily I had put on my top boots, because I knew I'd have to walk a fair bit, and I was able to unhook the suspenders, put them away in my handbag and roll my stockings down into the boots. It was a shame as the stockings had that nice shimmer which shows off your legs, but since I was in boots I wasn't showing off my legs to their full glory anyway. (Someone did once comment to me as I walked out of a bar after explaining he was too young: "Nice legs," to which I replied: "Yes, my tits are not bad either.")

As for my date ... it was chaotic, it was funny, it was sunny. We drank too much, said the wrong things for a first date, were clumsy and knocked things over, spent hours wandering around and were turned away from two places because they were fully booked, before finally managing to get something to eat. It was great.

I will tell you just one thing he did say to me. He said: "I like stockings."