Three hours in and already my trip to London was well worth the price of the plane ticket and the literal half day it had taken to get here. Christina, Hayley and I took another shower to wash off the various fluids then got dressed up for a sit down dinner. The girls cracked open a bottle of wine and chatted in the lounge while I rustled something up in the kitchen. We ate at the dining table and finished the last of the wine, cracking upon another bottle as we moved to the couch. We got about half way through it before things started up again.
We fooled around on the couch for a while then moved to the bedroom where I fucked them both in multiple positions. I took a break after I came and watched them for a while as they kissed one another, sucked on each other's tits and licked each other out. It was when they started tribbing each other, boobs bouncing all over the place, that I jumped back in, pounding them both senseless until I came all over their tits. That was when we called it night. Or at least that's when
Hayley
called it a night. Christina and I actually fucked once more before hitting the sack, sleeping off the jet lag and the five or so hours of sex we'd already had since we arrived at Heathrow.
Hayley left the following morning and I woke to a text from her, telling me she'd see me on Friday and imploring me to save some energy for then.
I'll see what I can do [wink emoji]
, was how I responded. Christina woke a few minutes later and we fooled around a little (OK, we fooled around a lot) before we got out of bed and fixed ourselves some breakfast. We helped ourselves to some of Hayley's tea (not bad, but I'll stick to coffee from here on out) and discussed what to do with our day. Christina had been here a few times before and suggested taking in some sights in the nation's capital.
She went to take a shower while I tidied the kitchen, then I jumped in when she was done. We pulled on some clothes and I marvelled at Christina's attire. She'd picked out what appeared to be her finest summer wear and didn't look short of a million bucks. The flowery dress she'd squeezed herself into showed off her cleavage more effectively than anything else I'd seen her in. And considering some of the lingerie that she's worn for my benefit, that really is saying something. She'd done her make up to subtle perfection and ran a curling iron through her hair, popping a straw hat on to complete the look.
The roads in London are a nightmare according to Hayley, so we heeded her advice and took a taxi to the nearest train station. I was back in Hendricks-assistant mode for much of the journey but again I didn't mind. I think part of me actually liked it when she bossed me around and wondered if such practices might extend to the bedroom. With a body like that, I'd do anything she asked.
We boarded a first class carriage and the train whisked us off to Charing Cross station. Our sightseeing trip was pretty standard fare- Buckingham Palace, St Paul's Cathedral, Westminster Abbey, etc. I knew them all from TV and the like, but it was still pretty cool to see them in person. Even if I was more interested in Christina's tits than the Houses of Parliament.
Next we went to Harrods for afternoon tea (when in Rome and all that) and it was there that things got interesting.
"So," said Christina, taking a sip from her champagne flute, "where would you like to go next? Leicester Square? Tower of London?"
"Well, there are a couple of things I'd like to see," I said with a smirk, staring at her tits from across the table. "I hear they're the biggest attractions in the city."
Christina snorted with laughter, champagne nearly coming from her nose as she returned her glass to the table. "Didn't you see enough of those last night? Or this morning, for that matter?"
"Uh uh," I replied, shaking my head back and forth.
She laughed again. "Hmm. I guess we better go somewhere a little more private then, huh?"
"I think that's best."
"I know just the place," said, rooting through her handbag until she found her phone. She tapped at her screen for a second then pointed it at me. "Big smile."
I grinned at Christina as she took my picture then took a sip of champagne. "Not putting that on Instagram, are you?"
Christina chuckled. "And dealing with a jealous fiance when I get back home? Not likely," she said, eyes still glued to the screen. "I'm sending it to a friend."
"Which friend?"
"This one," she said, turning her phone so I could see the screen.
Whatsapp was open and Christina appeared to be deep in conversation with someone named Sienna.
"Is that...Sienna Miller?"
"Yep. Just seeing if she wants to meet you."
She kept her phone turned long enough for me to read the screen. Here's how the conversation had gone so far:
Christina: Hey woman! Guess where I am [then came the picture of me]
Sienna: Hi lovely. Are you in...Harrods?
Christina: Got it in one!
Sienna: You're in London?!
Christina: Yep! Little trip across the pond. Spur of the moment.
Sienna: How long are you here for? And more importantly...who's that with you? [wink emoji]
Christina: Oh have you not met my assistant? [smirk emoji]
Sienna: Assistant huh? And do I get to meet this 'assistant'?
That was all I saw before she took her phone back, but it was pretty clear from that snippet alone that Sienna definitely
did
want to meet me. And I've gotta say, the feeling was mutual.
"Well," said Christina, looking at me with an eyebrow raised, "you in?"
"Oh, I'm all the way in," I said back, draining the last of my drink
Christina grinned, calling the nearest waitress to fetch our bill. We paid for our meal and went in search of a taxi. A black cab pulled up and we climbed inside.
"Where to?" asked the driver, looking at us in his rearview mirror.
"Can you take us to Buckinghamshire?" asked Christina, settling into her seat.
"Bucking-ham-shy-er?" the driver quipped, chuckling at her pronunciation. "Won't be cheap, love."
"That's fine."
"Where you goin' exactly? Buckin'ham-sheer's a big place."
"Hang on, I'll find out."
The driver pulled away as Christina texted Sienna then told him her address.
"Right you are," he said and he flicked his meter on as we set off for Buckinghamshire.
It took a while to get there and well, the driver wasn't lying about the cost; it
definitely
wasn't cheap. Christina offered to pay and I'm not ashamed to say that I didn't stop her. The driver departed and we made our way across the driveway towards Sienna's country home. It wasn't as big as I'd expected but it was incredibly picturesque; 'quaint' is the word I'd use to describe it. It even had a thatched roof. Doesn't get much more British than that, does it?
Christina knocked on the door and we waited patiently for Sienna to answer it. The door swung open and there she was, looking absolutely radiant in a thin black sweater and white high-waisted jeans.
"There's my American Woman [that's the movie they were in together, in case you didn't know]," she cheerily declared, pulling Christina in for a big, warm hug. "And you must be Tyler," she said, offering me her hand. "Lovely to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too," I said back, shaking her hand.
"So," she said, turning back to Christina, "what brings you here?"
"Erm...you invited us?"
Sienna chuckled. "No, silly. London. What brings you to London?"