A night in London I will not forget

We met in a bar in the middle of London without expecting much. He was on time, clean and direct: he wanted one night, and so did I. We went up to a hotel and the lift already felt charged. In the room we kissed in a hurry, got undressed without a performance and had sex with a condom and a lot of want. We changed position twice, laughed between moans and then shared a glass of water in silence. At dawn we said goodbye with no drama. It was a perfect one-night stand: clear, respectful and hot. I still remember the smell of his neck and the sound of London behind the window. No promises. Just a loose body and the wish to do it again if the chat still fits.