In London and without my vibrator.

I arrived in London from Spain six weeks ago, and I still don't know many people. The truth is that the climate of the city is cold, people don't smile much and, yes, it doesn't stop raining.

At least the possibility of starting a new professional adventure kept me motivated. My routine was based on getting up, going to work, going to the gym or shopping and going home. The days had gone by and I hadn't even taken my vibrator out of my suitcase yet...

With all the hustle and bustle of changing countries, plus getting used to the place, I hadn't had time to masturbate! And I didn't even realise it had been so many weeks.

It was time to change this.

I got off the couch, went into the bedroom and opened my suitcase. There was nothing there. It couldn't be - I had forgotten my vibrator! Worst of all, it would be at my family's house with the rest of the things they still had to send me by courier. It wasn't the most appropriate object to call your family and ask them to send it to you in an express parcel.

It was heading towards Sunday evening. The shops were closing soon, so I didn’t have time to go shopping for a new one. I thought for a moment about what to do, and seconds later there I was, downloading the typical Internet dating app.I, who had always run away from these things. My friend Patricia used it very often, and almost always for a one-night stand, so it would certainly meet my needs. It’s important to analyse the market - maybe in London people are more reluctant about this kind of thing at first.

It was 4pm. If I wanted something to happen that day, I had to have a strategy, and it had to be effective.

I filled in my profile, chose a couple of pictures I had from the last holiday, the ones with the hat and sunglasses, and another one with my back turned. I didn't want to expose myself too much.

And boom, I was in.

This one yes, this one too, uuuhh this one, no! What a serious face... 

Well, there were five minutes of picking (similar to the way I used to pick jelly beans at the newsstand when I was a kid) before I stopped and waited for the responses to come flooding in. 

The afternoon was turning positive. One minute, I was alone with my little toy. The next, I could be in someone's arms and have a good roll - or so I hoped.

First notification.

Twenty minutes later there it was, the first message. A chill ran through my body. I'd never done anything like that before. At 32, it was time.

"Hi, beautiful, how are you? Sorry, I don't speak Spanish really well, but I can try."

A good start. They’d seen that I was Spanish and attempted a few Spanish words to break the ice. Now, what was I supposed to answer?

I looked at their pictures. One on the mountain on vacation from afar and one with their back to the sea. I looked at their eyes. They had been very cautious, so I couldn’t tell much about them from the rest of the pictures. I decided to ask them a little more about themselves. It couldn’t hurt.

I asked them why they didn't have more pictures, and if it was because they were also new to the app. They told me that even though they had had it installed for a long time, they didn't pay much attention to it and that today when they saw my notification they decided to answer me.

From then on, we started asking those typical things you do as you try to get to know a person: where we were from, what we were doing with our lives... And suddenly, the conversation changed abruptly: "your ass fascinates me".

My ass? I was sure I didn’t have a picture of it? It's true that I was wearing shorts and I had no complaints... I was in good physical shape. But, perhaps that was too much of a compliment for the little I showed.

I was surprised and didn’t know what else to say, so Shan (that was the name), took the opportunity to take the conversation down an interesting path.

They began to tell me what they sensed about my body from those two photographs alone and began to describe all their erotic plans for the future:

- The truth is that I had noticed the silhouette of your body since I got the notification of your message. I think those pants make me imagine a lot of things.
  I don't know if you think it's too much, but I'd love to see you without them on.
 Besides, your succulent lips have to taste delicious. It would be great to taste them while I run my hand down your hips to grab your ass...

I didn't know what to say or what to do. We had been chatting for over half an hour and we were laughing. Maybe Shan thought it was time to see where this was going. After all, I was looking for the same thing.

I plucked up the courage and replied:

- And what's stopping you from doing that?

Shan, at that moment, completed the sentence and said everything I needed to hear:

- The miles between your house and mine. Are you coming?

An hour ago my dildo had failed me, but now I had the chance to be with Shan. I had to do it. London had to give me more than rainy days. Maybe Shan was what was waiting for me in this city.

I hesitated for a few seconds... Enough to maybe make them think it was moving too fast. They added:

- If you'd rather have a drink first, that’s fine. Then if you're still interested you can come to my place.

It was the perfect plan - you always have to have an escape route. I've always been very sceptical about this kind of meeting, so the option of a plan B was all I needed.

I said, "OK!"

Shan sent me a location within seconds, told me to be there in 90 minutes and disappeared from the chat.

90 minutes? I'm still in Sunday pyjama mode!

Old acquaintance Sunday?

I raced to put on my best clothes, have a shower and apply some makeup. But not much - I wanted to look like myself.

I grabbed my backpack and ran. One of the good things about London is that it doesn't take long to get to places.

I walked halfway across the city, trying not to bite my nails off. I was thinking about the last few sentences he had said to me, and I was already excited.

I finally arrived at the "29th Street Bar". A modern place but quite intimate. Shan had style.

I walked in and as soon as I passed the door, I saw someone waving their hand from the back of the room. I didn't know if it was Shan. In the rush, I had forgotten to put on my contact lenses and from a distance, I couldn't see anything.

I walked a few meters in the direction of the waving hand and when I got there I heard "Clara, sit down, I am Shan". 

I had only included my nickname on my profile. How did they know my real name? 

Do you know me?