Building a Dream: Part Six

Follows on a few hours after our mornings liaison with the housekeeper at our hotel. All the names apart from our good friends Manus and Sara have been changed and Jay helped me to remember the dialogue.

Jay sat in front of the mirror in the hotel room applying her makeup and dressed in her bed robe while I had a shave in the bathroom. After Kylie had left us earlier we had taken a stroll up to Waterloo station and had a bite to eat before Jay decided that she wanted a new dress to wear that evening for when we were due to meet our new Dutch friends, Manus and Sara, for a drink in Soho. Another trip to the ladies wear shop at the station followed and Jay had bought a fairly tight, thin, short off the shoulder dress which was cut low enough for her ample and firm breasts to produce a good amount of cleavage and worn without a bra, naturally.

I stepped out of the bathroom, dressed and ready to go. Jay had finished her make up and threw off the robe to reveal her wearing the G-string we had bought the previous day.

“Ta-Dah!” she said throwing her arms out wide. She looked great; sexy and very, very fuckable. Her naked breasts gave a little bounce with her movements, the nipples prominent and just asking to be bitten.

“I do hope you’re not going out like that,” I said, looking her up and down. “Although, I really wouldn’t mind.”

“Cheeky bugger,” she said reaching for her dress. She stepped into it and pulled it up until the top just reached the middle of her breasts. She looked at herself in the mirror and remarked with a tone of surprise

“Oh fuck, it’s a bit short on top, isn’t it? My tits could spill out if I lean forward too much or jump a up and down.”

“Then don’t jump and down.” I replied, pulling my shoes on. “It certainly shows your nips too,” I remarked. The nipples were prominent as they forced themselves against the tight material. Jay ran her hands over her nipples and felt where they pushed against the dress, clearly showing their outline

“It’s a bit short down below also.” I added

Jay looked at the length where the dress ended halfway down her thighs and pulled it down, smoothing it over her shapely legs. The dress fitted her perfect, almost like it was painted on her

“Yeah, but it’s tight so won’t flare up, not like my little summer dress.” She replied, turning around in front of the mirror, and admiring the smoothness over her arse. She sat on the bed and looked in the mirror again before commenting,

“Of course, it rides up when I sit, so crossed legs it will be.”

I looked down at her and she was right. Sitting down, the dress became even shorter and if I was sat opposite I would definitely get a good view of her now, very smooth pussy hiding behind a very small and thin piece of material.

“What do you think will happen tonight?” she asked, putting her purse in her small bag.

“Well, we will go for a drink, have a good laugh, make a couple of new friends, say goodnight then we’ll come back here for some fucking, especially after an evening of you having your tits, nips and arse on show for all to perve over. How does that sound?” I asked.

“Sounds good to me,” she replied standing to look at herself in front of the mirror again. “As long as that’s all the fucking we’re doing. The past few days have been stupid. I think that will be the end of our ‘sexual’ adventures now.”

I had to agree. There had been a lot of sex with different people for her and although we had both really enjoyed the experiences, we had come to London for other reasons, not that.

“I can fairly guarantee that’s all that will happen tonight and every day until we go home. Just us fucking.” I said putting my hands around her shapely hips then up and over her breasts, giving her prominent nipples and quick tweak. Fuck, this dress made her feel smooth and gorgeous.

“Although, Sara has taken a shine to you.” I continued. “So, if you want to give her a goodnight kiss at the end of the evening, I won’t stop you.” I gripped her arse cheeks with both hands and she put her arms around my neck and kissed me.

“Ah, you’re so thoughtful,” she jokingly said before letting go to put her shoes on.

We left the hotel and walked up to Waterloo where we took the tube to Leicester Square and walked through Soho. More than one person had admired Jay. She looked fantastic in that dress. It showed off her shapely bosom along with the good display of cleavage and her fine, shapely legs and tight arse. Heads had turned on the tube where Jay had insisted on standing, not wishing to give just anyone a view up her dress. More heads turned in her direction as we walked through Soho to the Montagu Pike, the pub where we had arranged to meet Manus and Sara.

We arrived and managed to get the same wall booth as before when we had a drink in here two days ago. As we sat Manus and Sara entered, saw us, waved, and came over smiling. Sara was also dressed in a very low cut, off the shoulder dress with the bottom swishing against her thighs as she walked with a sexy wriggle towards us. This didn’t go unnoticed by Jay who said under her breath, “Wow!”

We stood up and greeted each other with handshakes and kisses on cheeks then Manus and I went to the bar to get the drinks while the girls waited, sat opposite each other against the wall, same as before.

“How was your meet the other night?” I asked Manus as the barmen made up our drinks order.

Manus shook his head from side to side with a bit of a disappointed look on his face.

“Not particularly good.” He replied, the Dutch accent showing very strongly. “I had a good enough time but for Sara, no.”

“What happened?” I asked taking a sip of my pint that had arrived.

Manus replied keeping his voice low,

“The man, Moron Colin, couldn’t get it up and the girl, Tammy, well. She said she was bi on the profile but she refused to go anywhere near Sara. Sara tried to seduce her but she was having none of it, pushing her away and making excuses to leave the room. Poor Colin sat there wanking all evening to try to get hard but just stayed limp.”

“So, what did you do.” I asked picking up Jays large glass of wine.

“Well, while Sara was trying to blow Moron Colin in the lounge to get him hard, which turned out to be a waste of time, I fucked Tammy up the arse across their kitchen table.” He said this so matter of factually like it was an everyday occurrence. I admired him for his laid-back honesty.

“Did you tell Sara what you did?” I asked as we walked slowly back to the girls.

“Oh yes,” he replied, matter of factually again. “She said I should have pissed up her arse for good measure. Serve her right for rebuffing my lovely wife.”

I admit, I was very surprised. I knew the Dutch were more liberal when it came to sex but to be so laid back about what they do was an eye-opener.

We sat back down with the girls and Sara was already telling Jay about the encounter.

“So, I sucked and sucked and sucked,” Sara told a wide-eyed Jay, “But he stayed limp. It just sat there, flopping around, and doing nothing.” She waved her hand like a flapping fish as she said this, making Jay laugh. “I gave up in the end. We just sat there in silence listening to Tammy’s screams coming out of the kitchen. Colin didn’t look very comfortable listening to that. I think it’s the first time he’s heard his wife getting fucked by another man and he didn’t like it.”

“Up the arse,” Manus corrected her. “I fucked her up the arse.”

“Yes,” Sara said, still talking directly at Jay “Fucked up the arse.”

“With olive oil,” Manus added again.

“With olive oil.” Sara added and looked around at Manus asking, “Was it extra virgin?”

“I reckon so,” Manus began to laugh. “I don’t think she has ever had a cock up there before.”

We all laughed and raised our glasses for a ‘cheers.’

“So, what have you two been up to?” Manus asked.

“Oh, not much,” I replied. We had decided not to mention what we had got up to, not wishing Manus and Sara to think that Jay fucked about all the time and giving the wrong impression. “We just hung around our hotel room with a bit of clothes shopping at Waterloo again for this dress.” I panned my hand up and down Jay to emphasise the purchase.

“It’s lovely,” Sara said to Jay, slowly reaching her hand across and stroking the thin material just to the side of Jays breast. “It’s so smooth, and thin and it shows you off a treat.” She said this looking directly at where the shape of Jays nipples poked glaringly out of the material.

“Thank you,” Jay replied as Sara removed her hand, gently training her fingertips along the breast and brushing gently on a nipple. “It’s very comfortable and thin enough to cope with the heat.”

“That’s good,” Sara replied and winking at Jay said. “I think things could get hot later especially with you dressed like that”

The comment didn’t go unnoticed by any of us and a bit of an uneasy silence followed.

I changed the subject to what they were planning on doing during their visit to London. The conversation built up a flow and we were soon comparing all the attractions in and around London where we had all visited.

Another drink followed, then another. The large glasses of wine was having an effect on Jay who was now on a good tipsy level and more chatty. She was starting to lean closer to Sara when they spoke to each other and was absentmindedly leaning forward on her elbows more often, affording Sara with a good view of her cleavage, the top of her dress riding down more and more.

I went to the bar with Manus to get another round of drinks and we both looked back at the girls who were leaning close to each other and laughing at whatever Jay was saying.