He led me in to the sumptuously furnished, modern suite, which had a glass wall with a view over the whole of London that was so magnificent it was dizzying. I walked towards it and gazed out at the glittering spectacle laid out before me. ‘This is beautiful,’ I sighed.

Peter came and stood behind me, putting his hands on the tops of my bare arms. It was a simple gesture but it was also deliciously erotic. ‘So are you,’ he whispered. I continued to look out at the London skyline as his hands moved from my arms to my hips and slowly moved lower. He stopped when he reached the hem of my top and slid it smoothly and deliberately up over my head. Then he unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor.

I heard him inhale sharply when he realized that I was completely naked underneath. I hadn’t had time to go out and buy new underwear so I decided to let my body do all the talking. It had never failed me yet and judging by Peter’s reaction, it wouldn’t fail me now.

He pushed me gently towards the glass, so that my body was pressed up against it, as he planted delicate, butterfly kisses all over my skin. My nipples hardened against the cold glass and I let out a small moan. Peter unzipped his trousers and slid inside me in one fluid movement, causing me to gasp with shock. The element of surprise, the sensation of the glass, the view and the rhythm of his thrusts was too much and I orgasmed instantly, my body shuddering with the sensation.

Peter leaned forward and kissed my neck as he continued to thrust, this time more sensuously, sending crackles of electricity surging through me. He increased momentum so that his breath was coming in short pants until he finally came with a long groan.

We stood locked together for a few moments, both breathing hard, Peter’s hands pressed with mine against the glass. ‘Wow,’ he said, leaning his head against the back of my neck. ‘That was amazing.’

I smiled and turned so that I was facing him. He looked down at me and stroked my face tenderly. ‘You are the most beautiful woman I have ever set eyes on,’ he said, shaking his head slightly. ‘I can’t believe you just walked into my life when I was least expecting it.’

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. ‘Strictly speaking,’ I said, as I pulled away. ‘You walked into mine.’

Peter grinned. ‘Shut up and kiss me again.’

The rest of the night was gloriously sleepless. In my dreams, I was happy and smiling in a way I hadn’t felt in the real world for as long as I could remember. I would half-awaken to find Peter’s strong hands stroking my back, my legs or my breasts, his seemingly insatiable sexual appetite only temporarily sated, as time and again we would writhe together before collapsing; our glistening bodies entwined. During those moments, I realized I was both fully relaxed and smiling broadly. It was as if I’d finally found what I’d been searching for and I didn’t think I had ever felt so happy.