You, your husband, and two of your sons, have been here a week. You caught the last few days of Wimbledon, you've seen the Tower of London, Buckingham Palace, the Houses of Parliament, in fact, you've all done the tourist trail together, but today for each of you, is the highlight of the whole trip, but for very different reasons.
The guys are off to Lords, England versus Australia for the first Ashes test. You can't think of anything more boring !
For you its off on a shopping trip. You are used to shopping alone, you've never really had anyone who enjoys a day browsing around shops, no one who can get a delight in finding a real bargain like you do. So while your men are off watching a silly game, they know you'll be fine, especially as today you have planned to enjoy your day in Harrods, Knightsbridge, London SW7, the official grocer to the Queen of England.
After breakfast you all say your goodbyes, arrange where you'll meet for the evening meal, and plan your routes using the London tube. The three guys together, all checking that you'll be fine on your own, but they don't know, you're not planning to be alone.
You and William have been chatting for well over a year, more than chatting in fact, you are online lovers. Whenever either of you has the opportunity and you are in need of an online fuck. A cyber kiss, hug and lick. A virtual fingering of any and all of your holes, then you go straight to your webcams, you start video chats, you skype and have voice calls. You both fulfill a sexual need with each other, and its a great pleasure doing so.
Today, right by door number 6, of one of the shopping meccas of the world, you are finally meeting in person. You have arranged to meet at 10 am, it seemed a nice convenient time. Nice round number, plenty of time to allow for hold ups. Plenty of time to miss your stop or take a wrong turn out of the tube station, but none of those happen, and you're at door number 6, before 9.30.
You check your watch. Do you really want to wait thirty minutes, all alone. The expectation unbearable, the constant checking of your watch, the constant worry that in real life you may not be all William expects.
9.31. You ask your self, how do I look? You check the reflection in the glass door. Did you brush your teeth? You cup your hand to your mouth and blow into it and smell. Did you put on a nice perfume?
You feel a hand on your shoulder, it startles you and forgetting about perfume, there is William. He too allowed plenty of time, he too was so eager, he too had checked his watch and smelt his breath.
He only said "hello" before you are locked in a kiss, not a kiss of welcome between friends, but a kiss of passion between two people who know how to satisfy each other in a bedroom, or any other room in the house come to that.
Your kiss seems endless, but you are both aware of exactly where you are, so it is a restrained kiss, very little movement of any hands and suddenly it has to be broken. Someone wants to go through door number 6, a short woman in jeans. As you both step back, the humour, expectation and passion, is too much to keep in. You both even have the same laugh.
Holding hands, you follow little woman in jeans into the store.
For an hour, neither of us appears to even draw breath. The constant chatter about how great it is to finally meet. The picking up and showing of every little item which catches our eyes, the laughs and surprises of many of the price tags. We wander through the food halls, sampling all the delicacies on top of the counters.
You begin to notice William is checking his watch still. Is he bored with you? Are you too much ? Did he expect something different?
He starts to say something, here it comes you think, "Polly, I've arranged a few surprises for you, well for us both actually. I hope you'll like them, but the first is booked for eleven o'clock, so we really should be finding out where to go"
You take a sharp in take of breath. After all these months, you should know by now, that you and William are perfectly matched where all aspects of sex and fun are concerned, so what ever is booked will at the very least involve fun.
After a few wrong turns in the store, William leads you into the lingerie department. Wow, so much fun involved here, but what could William have meant when he said he had to book?
"Here at Harrods" I start to explain, "you can actually book a private changing room to try on anything which takes your fancy, and with your birthday coming up, I fancy letting you pick which ever catches your eye, no one has to know who bought it, but lets choose it together."
It takes fully 15 minutes to decide on 3 outfits to try on, and a major look of embarrassment to get past the lady by the changing rooms. I do not think for one minute that we are the first couple to ever make use of the private dressing rooms.
Coincidentally we are shown to dressing room number 6. Is six going to be our lucky number? Will six be the place for our sex ? We both hope it will.
You have chosen three quite similar sets of lingerie, but in three different colours. The red basque set, states it lifts and highlights your boobs, the white candy corset, allows for an ample cleavage, and the black control cami, gets my cock stirring right away.
They all have suspenders for stockings, but we never get so far as to attach stockings.