“Undressing Eyes”

She had been here before, alone then she recalled.  She cared little what people thought of her walking into a Pub all on her own, sitting at the bar, avoiding contact with anyone apart from the barman.  She ordered a Vodka and tonic, telling him to hold back the tonic she would do it herself, for obvious reasons he was not too happy but at least this way she could see that he gave her the right measure of Vodka.  It was not the vodka that mattered to her but the fact he would cheat.

She paid for her drink, took the glass and bottle of schweppes tonic from the bar, paid for it and headed over to the window where she could sit on her own.  Heads turned, but they would wouldn’t they, even though this was 1968 and London, Women it was said should not go into a Pub on their own.  What did she care.  It was a City Pub and crammed as usual, Office workers, City Gents, those that stood on the corners doing deals over buying and selling Diamonds and all precious stones, Hatton Garden where it was said “the best deals were done on the corners”.

This was Hatton Garden, well off of Hatton Garden, London’s Chancery Lane.  This was “The Mitre” the famous little “Mitre” and little it was, so small only a certain amount could get in, men drank in the small alleyway that one entered from.  Big Barrels outside “The Mitre” for men to stand their Whiskey and Beer glasses on.

She sat at the small table, one of the dark brown tables inside the tiny windows.  As each man tried to enter the pub she observed them and how they were dressed and spoke, it was like a uniform with them all grey or dark Pinstripe suits, some with Bowler Hats and rolled umbrella.  She was aware how they would look at her some peeping over the shoulders of whom ever they were talking to, she would look away.  Filled up ashtray on her table, she wished someone from the bar would remove it, bad enough having to look at it, the smell of tobacco she could not stand.  She sipped the Vodka and tonic, now and again topping up with the tonic.

She spotted two women with a small group of men, they too seem to be wearing a type of uniform, rather smart Black suits, Black patent leather shoes and matching handbags and gloves.  This was years before Britain’s First Woman Prime Minister, if anyone in that pub had said the UK would have a Woman PM they would be laughed out of the pub, what a ridiculous thing to say, never ever happen.  Happen it did, enough said.  There she was, Lucy that is, no uniform for her, it was early Summer so she wore a Pastel short sleeved dress, bolero covered her shoulders and she wore flatties, they were comfortable and she was happy.  No obligatory Black handbag for her, she carried a shoulder bag which at this moment she had swung it around so she could hold it in front of her.

She watched the door in anticipation of him arriving, oh yes she muttered to herself as one of two of the men smiled even winked at her, “oh go away” she said to herself, these men never seem to accept their advances are not wanted.  The  squeaky bar door opened and in he walked, dressed casually, Rupert she had been with him now for four months well she wasn’t living with him but met him as much as possible.

As he walked over to her, kissed her on the cheek, heads turned “too bad I have someone” entered her mind.  “Another Vodka Tonic” he asked her, “yes I wouldn’t mind” she replied.  Soon Rupert was back complete with drinks, “you been waiting long for me, sorry I got rather involved forgot the time” he said taking her right hand kissing the palm of her hand, she loved it “no its fine, I enjoyed being here just watching people come and go, I have it all in my mind, shall jot it down tonight in my journal” she told him.  “One of these days Lucy you will write that book”, “one day” she replied laughing quietly.

“I missed you, missed you so much when you left the other night” he told her ” did you how much would you say”,she answered him biting slowly on her bottom lip.  He leant forward getting as close as possible to her putting his back to several of the men who stood behind him, as he slipped his right hand under the hem of her dress, slowly stroking between her thighs, and upwards his index finger searching, until she sighed, “no one heard that did they” she said, “probably” Rupert came back with.   As she leant towards him she whispered “that much, me too I missed you as soon as I left” and she made sure her hand reached across his thighs feeling his crotch gently moving her fingers all around, “you feel so good” she told him with his other hand he pressed her hand down heavily onto his crotch ” we need to go, don’t you agree” he asked her, “definitely Undressing Eyes”” Lucy answered him.

Lucy felt that some of the men standing near them on their third or more Whiskey glass had seen what happened, they were looking at her with that look in their eyes, most women knew what “that look” comprised of.  Heavens what woman did not travel on the Tube around London and not see that look in most mens eyes – young or old made no difference, its what most men do she thought.  They were undressing you, you could see it as they looked at you, slowly and determined they would be undressing you.  From stockings to Bra it was all there.  Rupert kissed her on the mouth, Lucy took his index finger on his left hand and placed it in her mouth, “stop” he said “they are looking Lucy”, “don’t you like it then, because I do” Lucy told him  – kissing her again he whispered “I’d prefer we were back at my studio, what do you say, and yes I like it I’d like it even better if you were naked”, “you as well” she laughed, she squeezed him and said “yes please, let’s go”.

As they left “The Mitre” walking down the alleyway which by now just one or two Gents remained drinking, Rupert pulled Lucy to him kissing her hard “right come on, lets get back”, they headed out onto the main street and Rupert hailed a Cab, back to his studio, where he worked from.  Lucy loved being here, it was just one very large area that Rupert had converted to fit his needs.  He was an Architect, working for himself, did quite well and loved the freedom of not being tied to a Company.  “Do you want a drink Lucy”, “just tea or even coffee will do” she said.  Rupert made two teas  “here”  he said handing them to Lucy “can you manage, put them on the table”, “of course, are you going to show me how those new drawings are going” Lucy asked him.  “Yes of course come over here”, he was sitting on the stool and swung around as she  walked over to the drawing board

There she was in front of him “turn around darling let me undo that zip on the dress” he asked, “I wondered how long it would take, are you going to make love to me before you show me the plans or after” she enquired, “well what would you like, I can  ” pointing to his work ” explain it all to you or we can make love the choice is yours, I know what I want” said Rupert.  As she turned with her back to him she said “quickly undo the damn zip” Lucy called out.  Rubert hated undoing doing up these things on Lucy’s dresses for fear he would get them caught in the material.  He very carefully undid the zip still standing with her back to him, Rupert stood up undone her bra removed it and put his arms around her taking her breasts in his hands, “God from the minute I saw you in the “Mitre” I wanted to do this” he told her, she turned to face him and he lowered his head taking each of her breasts in turn and placing his mouth over it letting his tongue cover the nipple over and over.  He quickly removed her panties and she undone the zip on his jeans “ouch be careful I need it remember”, he pulled his sweater over his head she helped him pull his underpants down, “where the bed or rug” she asked, Rupert took her by the hand “whichever is the nearest” he told her.

 

 

 

 

 

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