Kentucky Kimmi is in London! Woohoo! And I know what's first on my to-do list. 

When I see him, I am overwhelmed. He is bigger than life in person. Such an imposing figure. Regal. Noble. His pictures really don't capture the magnitude of his strong and proud presence. I can only stare. And stare. And stare. Hard to tell how long I stand in front of him, awe-struck by him. 

First and foremost, I freakin' love his black furry hat. I immediately envision myself humping it. Oh my, how the fur will tickle my pussy. We, of course, have policemen, firemen, and other uniformed men in Kentucky - but nothing like this. He is so tall compared to my shorter stature. Even without the mile-high hat, I reckon he is a big fella. His uniform is majestic in my eyes. Although, I am disappointed his scarlet tunic hides his crotch. Oooooh, I wonder what lurks beneath in his britches. Everything about him is so big, I can't imagine his dick would be any different.

Having been warned not to touch him, I settle for my eyes exploring his impressive uniform. Oh my, look at his white leather buff belt. Immediately, I envision myself sprawled, panties down, across his lap, feeling its sting on my bottom. My toes tap in excitement. His gold buttons catch my attention next. Did y'all know they bear the Queen's insignia? The Queen! Might he also serve this queen from Kentucky? My left hand restrains my right, keeping it from fingering his buttons. How I want to finger his buttons! 

Wanting to come prepared, I researched the foot guards before I left Kentucky. There are five regiments - Grenadier, Coldstream, Scots, Irish, and Welsh. If you look closely, you can distinguish them by the color of the plume, what side it is worn, the grouping of the tunic buttons, the collar badge, and the shoulder badge. As for me, I don't give a hootie patootie which regiment he belongs to. They all look magnificent and have those sexy furry hats (called bearskins by everyone else).

Whew! This is a lot to absorb my first day. I guess I should take my leave of him, rest up from my long plane ride, and return tomorrow. Smiling, I jump up and down, raising my hand high above my head to wave goodbye within his line of sight. 

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I return the next day, rested and full of courage. Out of sight, out of mind did not ring true for me. I assure you our twenty-four hours apart did not diminish my intense attraction to him. Fueled by my passion, I decide to introduce myself. "Hi, I'm Kimmi from Kentucky."

No response. No movement. Not even a twitch.

I'm not sure if this is the same man as yesterday or not. To be honest, they all look alike. It's hard to feel connected to someone who won't look at you or speak to you and I desperately need to form a relationship, so I name him. Hmmm, which name? A lot of names run through my mind, but I decide "Billy Bob" suits. 

"Well, Billy Bob, may I take a selfie with you?" I ask batting my long, black eyelashes at him.

No response. No movement. Not even a twitch.

"I will take that as a 'Yes'," I say, moving in beside him, snapping some selfies. I don't bother to say, "Smile." 

His presence has made me tingle in my panties, so I decide it is time to head back to the hotel before my juices start to flow.

See you later," I tell Billy Bob, jumping up and down again, hoping he sees me.

I race back to my hotel room to relish in the pictures of us - Kimmi and Billy Bob. We sound good together, don't we? You know how couples combine their names? Well, we could become KimBob. 

Ruffling through my suitcase, I retrieve my eight-inch dildo. Yep, I bet that is close to his size. Plopping on the bed, I lay back, fluffing my pillow, getting comfy. I pull up the selfie of KimBob and after raising my skirt and lowering my panties, my fantasy begins.

There is a hard rap on my door. I rush to open it and there he is - Billy Bob. Still adorned in his handsome uniform, he marches me to the bed. Oh my goodness, I am excited!

He strips me of my clothes and lays me on my back. I can't tear my eyes from him as he removes his uniform and folds it neatly on the chair beside the bed - all except his hat! He fucking leaves his hat on! Woohoo! I excitedly reach my fingers out to touch his hat, but he pushes my hand away. My disappointment doesn't last long because he slides down my body, spreads my legs, and swishes his furry back hat against my pussy.

Squeal! Squeal! Squeal! Oh my, how it tickles. My toes wiggle in delight. I feel the fur brush against my mound as his tongue licks between my legs. Lapping. Tugging. Tasting. Squeal! Squeal! Squeal! All these sensations make my toes curl and my back arches off the bed. I reach for his hat and he once again swats my hand away. Apparently, I am still not allowed to touch him. 

I flop over on my tummy wanting to have my ass ("bum" to him) tickled. Ramming his furry head into my ass cheeks drives me fucking crazy! My hands slap the bed in uncontrolled excitement. His big hands spread my cheeks and I feel the bearskin tickle my puckered little hole. Oh my goodness! I buck my hips and swirl them round and round, leaving no part of me untouched. 

"Fuck me! Fuck my pussy, Billy Bob!"

I flip back over on my backside and raise my legs high into the air, spreading for him. I will go crazy if I don't get his monster cock inside me soon. And it becomes obvious he needed to relieve some energy from standing still for the last two hours. Boy, does he fuck me hard. I spread my legs as wide as my body allows, providing him the deepest access inside my pussy. His disciplined eyes never waver from mine. Not a word, gasp, or moan is uttered from his firmly set lips. The beads of sweat forming on his forehead are the only evidence of the exertion below. 

He fully withdraws his sword, with the walls of my pussy clinging to him, resisting his departure. Before I can pout, he shoves his sword back in my warm, wet sheath. He settles into a fierce rhythm with my grunts attached to each thrust. His stamina is uncomparable. We fuck and fuck and fuck. To my amazement, his hat stays put. Is it stuck on with crazy glue? Don't know. I am just happy he wears it as it turns me on! 

"Faster, Billy Bob!" I scream as my body races to the edge. Tension builds. Nerve-endings fire. The spring winds tighter and tighter and tighter. Then ... "Billy Bob!!!!!!!!!!!" 

As my pussy spasms around his rigid sword, I know he cums too as three final pummelling thrusts slam my pussy. To my amazement, his face flushes the color of his tunic. Calmness follows. My guard shows a moment of tenderness when he adjusts his chin strap to kiss my lips. It is a soft, gentle kiss. His eyes soften. I see a different side of him now.  Awwwww, Billy Bob!

So disciplined, our time is up, and he rises to dress. I watch from the bed as he fastens his britches and readjusts his uniform in the mirror. Happy with his appearance, he takes his leave to resume his very important guard duty.

I lie on top of the covers, recovering from my massive orgasm, compliments of "fantasy Billy Bob". Damn, he was good! If only he could fuck me for real. Sigh. 

On my last day in London, I know we need to say our good-byes. Upon reaching him, I move to his side and take a moment to absorb his presence and make a memory. I want to try one last time to get a reaction from him. I know just what to say. 

"Billy Bob, will you smile if I tickle your twiddle-diddles?" I whisper, standing as close as allowed.

My eyes scan his face for any sign of movement. I don't blink for fear I might miss it. Just one sign he hears me. Then, I spy it - a dimple dents his cheek.

"Woohoo!" I squeal, jumping and twirling around him. 

"Made you smile, Billy Bob! Well ... almost. Until next time!" I holler, before joyfully skipping away.

The guard thinks to himself, Tickle my twiddle-diddles? What an odd girl - must be a bloody American.

On the plane ride back to Kentucky, my mind replays my experiences with the snappy uniformed guardsman. What a man! I smile, hoping he will think of me from time to time. Reaching into the backpack between my feet, I lift the black furry hat and brush it against my thighs, giggling at the tickling sensation. What a perfect souvenir. I can't wait to fully explore its pleasures when I get back to Kentucky!