A Sequel to "An Ocean Apart" My thanks and much love to Roy for his inspiration, knowledge, and support in writing this sequel...
"You really ought to see England," Roy said to Marie the next morning. "So I have arranged a trip into London to see the sights you have probably only ever read about before. We will not be seeing the Queen, though," he laughed. "She sends her apologies, as she has some dreary foreign president to meet or something."
He led her outside to where the limousine of yesterday was now awaiting once more, and the liveried chauffeur doffed his cap to her in a form of salute. Chester, as Roy called him, drove down the motorway and then into the city center, where he pointed out to her such sights as Tower Bridge, The Tower of London, Buckingham Palace. He parked the car on a road leading to Green Park so they could get out and walk round amidst the huge crowd gathered about the area. "Why are there so many people around, Roy?" she asked him, and to her amusement he answered, "They are probably hoping to meet you!" It took a second or two to dawn on her that this was Roy up to his old tricks again – always joking and teasing her. It was one of the things that had first attracted her to him.
Then he went on, "Actually we are waiting for the Changing of the Guard. It only happens every two days, but it is quite spectacular."
Controlling the crowd were a number of policemen and policewomen on horseback, plus a number on foot. Although they all appeared to be armed (something Roy explained was a recent innovation owing to the insurgence of terrorism and especially since 9/11, and now even more important after the London Terrorist Bombings)they were laughing and joking with the crowds, and generally advising them of where to stand for the best views. Opposite the palace, in front of the statue of Boudicca, a large number were actually standing on the wall, and these the police ignored. But soon came the strains of a military band, and shortly afterward, marching up The Mall came the sight she had so often seen on film and in picture books – the Guards in their tall busbies, the smartest soldiers in the world, looking for all the world as if they were, (and they actually were) part of a huge pageant.
Behind the Band came the guards themselves, not one inch out of line, their rifles glinting as did their metal trappings. Marie watched in amazement as the crowd, so well behaved, moved according to the police instructions, until the Guard had finally disappeared between the huge gates and on to the palace grounds beyond. Yet still the crowd lingered, and a few minutes later she was rewarded again as a troop of mounted guards, the Household Cavalry, trotted along the Mall and round the side of the palace. This was London. But there was a lot more to come.
From there, once more in the limo, Chester drove them around as he pointed out familiar names which, until then, had only been places on the Monopoly Board -- Marble Arch, Trafalgar Square with its column on top of which stood Lord Nelson, The Strand, Leicester Square full of theaters, Soho, Mayfair, Hyde Park, the huge Victorian building which turned out to be King's Cross Station, the Thames, London Bridge (which still had not fallen down), and many others. They lunched in a quaint "Olde English Tea Shoppe," after which they once more climbed into the limousine, where Roy took her in his arms as they kissed, she with delight, he with more than just a little lust.
That afternoon they sailed down the Thames on one of the many cruises, Marie still drinking in the sights and the strange accents she could hear around her, and when walking trying to get used to traffic being on the opposite side of the road from what she was used to seeing. This was followed by a trip, again in the back of the luxury limo, into the countryside beyond – to the green fields, the forests, where Roy invited her out for a short stroll beneath the wooded canopies. Once out of sight of the chauffeur, though, their embrace became more frantic as they tore at one another's clothing, desperate to become as one. With no more ado Marie dropped to the ground, parted her legs and hitched up her skirt to reveal that she had not been wearing panties at all that day! They were still in her handbag, only to be used in an emergency! Roy's engorged cock had no difficulty in sliding right inside her waiting pussy, already dripping in anticipation with her own juices. Soon she felt the familiar throbbing as Roy could hold back no longer, and her cries mingled with his panting as they both reached their mutual peak.
This was why she had come to England. "The best decision I have ever made," she thought to herself, as their tongues entwined once more and their bodies fused in utmost love and passion. When finally they drove back into the city, it was to a famous restaurant, where Marie dined like a queen, and blushed as Roy told her that that was what she was to him. His queen. His lover. His precious darling. His own twin soul.
Later on, having wined and dined so majestically, Roy suggested a Casino, knowing Marie's love of gambling in all its forms. This suited Marie perfectly. Although she was prepared to use her own money, once again Roy insisted that he would be insulted if she even thought of such – she was now a sentient part of him, and so his money was her money. He cashed a check, gave it to her, and told her to play until it was either doubled or completely lost. She was in heaven. Firstly, though, Roy said that they ought to book into an hotel, and Marie's delight knew no bounds when he suggested the Dorchester. "Nothing but the best for the most desirable woman in the world," was how he described his choice. "Mind you," he continued, "it is for one night only. At the price they charge we could live for a month anywhere else. But for your first real night in London you will sleep like a queen – that is, if a queen gets fucked every five minutes as will probably happen to you!" Again his humor...
Upon entering the suite, Marie was astounded by the luxury that was revealed before her. The plush carpet and drapes alone were probably worth more than for what she sold her modest little home in California. Marie could not wait to feel the carpet and quickly shed her shoes. Oh, it was heavenly. Roy smiled as he watched Marie race from one area to the next, discovering all the niceties available at her fingertips. Never in her life had she felt so pampered, so adored, and so coddled. Marie flung herself down on the huge king-sized bed with a delighted squeal.
"Come here, my prince!" she called to Roy. She held her arms wide open and he wasted no time in filling the empty space between them. Together they lay on the bed, wrapped in each others arms, and contented themselves to kiss and gaze into their eyes. Soon, however, Roy somehow found the wherewithal to break the spell to suggest they freshen up a bit and get on their way to the casino. Marie groaned, but acknowledged the suggestion by rolling off the other side of the bed and bounding into the washroom. Once again, she was amazed at the sheer elegance of the furnishings and fixtures. "Yes, Marie, you are indeed the luckiest lady alive," she whispered to her reflection in the gold-leafed mirror hanging over the marble counter-top. After a quick shower and fresh makeup, she pondered the age-old question; what to wear? She carefully chose what she thought accentuated her best features. Marie had donned a sinfully sexy black see-through lace bra with matching thong panties, a red and black garter belt, with opaque off-black nylons. When Roy saw what she had chosen, his chest swelled with pride.
