Last weekend, an old friend from uni who we'll call Stacey was visiting London with her boyfriend for some sort of family occasion (his family, not hers). She touched base to see if I was around to catch up. It turned out that I wasn't going to be in London when they had free time, but upon discovering that they were paying through the nose for a hotel in a less convenient location than my place, I suggested that they might like to save a few quid and stay at mine. From the sound of their itinerary they'd pretty much only be coming back at night to crash, so I'm guessing most of you can appreciate why Uncle Sc0tt might've made such a kind offer. We caught up over Skype instead (newschool), arranged where the spare key would be hidden for them (oldschool), and I set about clearing/charging a recorder to leave in each room (perveschool).
Saturday arrived, I headed out of London to do what I had planned to do, but instead of a text from Stacey confirming they'd arrived, I got a text saying there'd been a change of plans and that they weren't coming anymore. That spare key was pretty well hidden, so I wasn't particularly worried about the security of my flat, but something about the tone of her text was off, so I gave her a call on my break. Turns out that her and the boyfriend had had a huge bust up, and that was why the trip had been canceled. Given that I don't particularly like the guy and have always thought she could do better, I wasn't overly saddened, but she was. Over the course of us chatting, it became apparent that there'd been other people she'd been looking forward to seeing and places she'd wanted to go, so on a whim I said "fuck it, why don't you come anyway? I'll try and get back earlier so we can hang out, and even if it turns out I can't, you can do all that stuff you were just telling me about!? At the time I honestly suggested it as a way of perking up a friend who'd just had the rug unexpectedly ripped out from under her feet, but by the time she'd started to come around to the idea, I'd remembered my true calling and knowing that the recorders had already been set in motion, I gave her that last little nudge by assuring her that there was wine ready and waiting. On a whim of her own, she through some stuff in a bag, rescheduled her plans and was London-bound within the hour. I still wasn't holding much hope out for a capture, as in my experience fresh out of a break up does not a sexsound often make, but at the very least I'd done a good deed for the day, helped send a much deserved fuck you gesture to her boyfriend, and there was always that remote possibility...
What you're hearing is what took place in the early hours of Sunday morning, about 45 minutes after she got home, grabbed a shower/snack, turned in for the night and spent some time reading in bed. Not much more to say other than... just... wow
This one goes out to my buddy Mysx (who I know has been looking for this level of detail in a solo file for a long ass time), and also Broggie (who I know has been hoping for a capture where the lady is unhurried).
Enjoy!
