Leaving dressing room six, we handed the two sets of lingerie not required to the usher. She took them without returning a look of any kind. Polly and I looked at each other, then at the black set I am about to buy for her birthday.
We are both the wrong side of fifty, but the smiles on our faces could belong to a couple of nineteen year olds, who have gotten away with adventurous sex in their parents bedroom. We've just had an incredible session in the stores changing room. Albeit a private, we both feel exceptionally daring.
After I leave the cash desk, I hurry Polly along. I just have to ask a few things and I don't want to be overheard. Within moments we are in a quiet area, but before I can speak, Polly asks "do you think that the usher knew what just happened, wow, I feel so naughty William, that was incredible!"
Polly has taken the words right out of my mouth, " I hope so" I reply. I want her to go home tonight and talk about the noisy couple fucking for over an hour. Plus I hope she realizes I came twice and tells all her friends. I quite like being the mysterious old man stud. I could not have been happier if I had just won Wimbledon and hit the winning run in cricket. The smile on my face was clear to see.
Polly just laughed, "steady there old man'' remember I did all the work. If that girl talks to her friends, it needs to be about the hot Aussie, who screams when she comes. We hug, kiss and laugh, and move on as a little woman in jeans needs to get past us. That is just so funny. We walk on holding hands, and a Harrods bag containing hours of fun and beauty for both our bodies and eyes.
"Come on, next appointment is at 1:00, in the Georgian tea room". You look at me as if I plan another licking and fucking session. A look of surprise, disbelief and total respect, could this Englishman really be ready again? I interpret your look perfectly and laugh. This is not only an erotic day to be filled with as much touching and fucking as we can fit in, but also a day of laughter and naughtiness. "Alas no, my sweet, we have to eat as well, and you'll love the tea room." You now show a face of mock disappointment. I tell you, "don't worry, I'm not finished yet."
Our lunch of tea, cakes, sandwiches and scones is exceptionally English, but each mouthful was not. Whatever either of us chose to eat, we found a way of making it erotic. Each time we took a sip of tea, we looked at one another and lapped it up a little, as if it were my tongue on your pussy, or your tongue on the end of my cock.
We both managed to lick the cream out of the pastries in the same way. What was amazing was how we didn't end up rolling on the floor laughing. Luckily our table was near a large plinth with an even larger vase of flowers on it, so unless someone actually walked past our table, we are able to touch each other pretty much anywhere we wanted.