My Greek Goddess

All the way up the stairs though, I couldn't get the image out of my mind of that strikingly attractive woman standing there, stark naked, a huge penis poking out from her groin. I reckoned it had to be something like nine inches long, and thick too – about twice the size of Rab's all round. I couldn't have told you why, but I felt an itch to learn more about this strange, exotic creature. Feeling like a peeping tom I hunched myself into a nearby doorway where I thought I was concealed, and watched the door of the club. The woman emerged about five minutes later, dressed in a cream knee length raincoat, sheer black stockings, and a shiny black pair of shoes with four-inch stiletto heels. Her hair hung loose as she sashayed down the street, hips swinging, apparently entirely oblivious of me.

I followed her at a distance as she entered Princes Street, then went into Jenner's, Edinburgh's grandest department store. I followed her in but lost her among the milling shoppers and display stands. Feeling frustrated I started looking at the range of tights on display; then jumped as , very close to my ear, a voice hissed "Got you!"

I whirled round and standing there, grinning triumphantly at having outwitted me, was my quarry. As if our encounter was the most normal thing in the world she said, in a rich, accented voice, "Hi, I'm Maroula. And you are...?"

I was too surprised not to respond, and she nodded and said, "It's nice to meet you Caroline." Then she reached out a hand adorned with sharp red painted nails and stroked my cheek with her palm. I shivered at her soft touch, and she smiled and said, "You're cute. My flat's near here; d'you wanna come back for, erm, coffee?"

I was taken aback by her boldness. I honestly don't know what I was thinking as I dumbly nodded. Maybe I did think we would really just have coffee, and my prurient curiosity would be satisfied; but judging by the way my heart started racing, and my nipples tingled, I don't think so.