We continued walking and came to the place where we'd got off the tour bus and waited for the next one. When it arrived John got on first and led me up the stairs. We'd been stood in front of some Japanese tourists and they followed us up the stairs. I couldn't see what was stopping John from leaving the stairs but I was stood behind and below him for a few seconds and I was sure that I heard a camera shutter a few times and I wondered if the Japanese man behind me was taking photographs of my butt and pussy from behind and below me and I felt a little wet rush in my pussy as I waited for John to move.
The rest of the day was taken up getting off the bus to look at an attraction then getting on another tour bus to move on. I'm sure that some people must have seem my butt, pussy and tits as I moved around but I wasn't paying any attention to other people, just John who kept holding my hand or putting his arm around me. I think the latter was a show of affection but it could just have been that he wanted to raise the hem of my dress a little.
When the tour bus got back to our starting point we got off and walked back to the hotel where John took my dress off me in the lift and I had to walk along the corridor to our room wondering is anyone would come out of their room and see me. They didn't.
John told me that we had a couple of hours before we had to go out for the evening so he ordered some snacks and coffee from room service and I volunteered to let them in when they arrived. I was naked, not having bothered to put anything on when we got to the room. We were looking out of the window, John stood beside and behind me and holding one of my tits when the doorbell rang and the guy brought the tray in acting like I was fully dressed. John later told me that those guys must see naked girls all the time so seeing me was no big deal for him.
When it came time to get ready to go out I asked John which dress I should wear and he chose one of my ankle length ones.
"Going somewhere posh are we?" I asked.
"The theatre then to a restaurant." John replied.
"I've never been to the theatre before."
"Well I want to show you off to all the snobby theatre goers."
"It's not only snoots people that go to the theatre in London is it John?"
"No, but there will be a few and I want them to see you in that dress."
I got ready then put the dress on and was instantly reminded that anyone who looked at me would be able to tell that I had nothing on under it. It's backless and the front goes from spaghetti straps round my neck that taper out to triangles that barely cover my tits then they keep going down getting a little wider until they meet at the very narrow waistband. I wasn't wearing a necklace but I was wearing my heavier nipples chain, it being visible between my tits and it being obvious to where it was attached.
The skirt part consists of two strips of material that go from my waist to my ankles. The rear panel is by far the widest going right round each side to just in front of my hips. The front panel is just wide enough to meet the rear panel at the waistband and has a huge split in the front going from my ankles to my pubis. When I stand sill I look just about covered but when I walk my legs are exposed right up to my pubis.
And as for the thickness and weight of the fabric I was amazed at the technology to make fabric so thin, light and sheer. I could clearly see both the shape and colour of my nipples, areolae, the piercings and the chain that joined my two nipples..
"This is going to be fun." I said when I looked in the mirror.
I turned and saw that John was putting a suit and bow-tie on. He looked very smart.
As we were walking along the corridor I said,
"John, I feel like I've got nothing on."
"Good, you look great Jade, you make me feel really proud."
"And I love you too. Do you think that we'll have a problem with me like this?"
"No, I don't see why, it's not like we're going to be fucking in the theatre but there are some places in London where we could fuck on a stage, do you fancy going to one of those?"
"You mean you and me fucking on a stage with lots of people watching us?"
"Yeah. That would be really cool wouldn't it?"
"I'm not so sure about that, it's one thing people seeing all of me but seeing me fuck you, I'll have to think about that."
"We could start small with you masturbating with people watching."
"I could do that."
"I was hoping that you'd say that because I've got plans for you after you've had your remodelling done."
"I'm trying not to think about that, I mean I want it doing but I don't want all the pain."
"Hey, you won't feel a thing until the anaesthetic has worn off, then we'll keep on top of it with paracetamol, you'll be fine, trust me."
"I do, that's why I'm here."
Walking out to the taxi really did make me feel naked, there was a slight breeze and the dress was blowing all over the place and in the taxi John's hand played with my clit getting me to the point where I would have happily got out of the taxi totally naked.
In the theatre I saw quite a few people looking at me and John said that all the women looking were jealous of me and the men looking were wondering what it would be like to fuck my brains out.
I've never been a great fan of theatrical productions but this show was okay although it helped that John had his hand between my legs a lot of the time, me happy that I'd stuffed a few tissues between my pussy and the dress to absorb what I knew would be leaking out of me.
I felt good as we left the theatre and if the street lights had been much brighter I'm sure that anyone walking towards us would have been able to see my slit as the wisps of thin, light fabric floated behind me as we walked to another very nice looking restaurant.
A large doorman opened the door for us and we were met by the maître d' who I could see was looking at my chest. I wondered if the top of the dress had slid off one of my tits and I hadn't noticed because the fabric was so light and thin but I didn't look down. If a tit as showing then it was showing.
When we got to our table I did two things, firstly I asked the maître d' of another napkin not telling him that I wanted to put it under my leaking pussy, and secondly I checked my chest and saw neither tit had escaped but the cooler air outside had made my nipples very hard and the little tents were as big as I'd ever seen them.
The meal was just as good as the one the previous night except that I didn't have a vibrator inside me for John to play with although I did see the wine waiter looking down at my bare pubis and the front of my slit when he was topping up my drink.
The taxi ride back to the hotel was uneventful but the hotel doorman must have seen my slit as I walked into the hotel with the dress floating behind me.
It was another night of unbridled passion with the curtains open and the lights on with me just wondering if anyone was watching us.
*****
I made good use of Johns morning woody by riding him until he woke up and he easily made me promise to do that to him every time that I woke before he did. It was another room service breakfast with the naked me opening the door to the guy in. After a quick glance the guy ignored my nudity and as we ate John and I discussed the guys lack of interest in my naked body. We both came up with lots of suggestions including one where John suggested that there were hidden cameras in each room and that the staff were monitoring them all the time so they must have seen thousands of naked women. John cringed at the thought of seeing a naked eighty year old woman.
That conversation made me remember that John had said that we could make some home made porn movies for uploading onto porn sites. When I mentioned it to him he said that getting a good camera had now moved to the top of his list of things to do that day. Well not quite the top of the list, number two but as he'd already done number one, fucking me, it could be said that it was the top of the list.
I chose another semi-sheer, ultra short dress to wear that day. Apart from getting the camera there was nothing planned and it was to be a lazy day wandering around and just doing whatever came into our heads. Because John wanted a camera we decided to take a taxi to Oxford Street again. I knew that anyone behind me would be able to see my bare butt when I got into the taxi but I didn't care. John again had his hand between my legs teasing my clit throughout the short journey and I again wondered if London taxis had cameras in the back.
It didn't take long to find a camera shop and John spent ages looking at different cameras and discussing the pros and cons of each one with the salesman, he really sounded like he knew what he was talking about. A couple of times I saw him pointing a camera at me and each time that I did I stuck my tongue out at him doubting that there was a memory card in the camera.
When we finally left the shop John was happy with his new camera, telling me that he couldn't wait to start photographing me. We wandered along lots of street just looking at everything. We both decided that we wouldn't like to live in central London.
We came across a coffee shop and got one each, to go, and kept walking. When we got to the National Gallery we climbed the steps not intending to go in, just to have a better view out over the surrounding area. We sat near the top of the steps and were talking about what we could see when John said that he had an idea. He got out his new camera and went down to the bottom of the steps to take some photos of me as I sat with my feet on the step below me.
It was only after he'd taken a couple and he put his hands together then opened them into a 'V' shape that I realised that he was taking upskirt photos of me and when I looked down I realised that all of my pussy was on display from the right angle and even straight up the steps. He wanted me to open my legs some more so I decided to play a bit of a game on him, moving my feet to different positions and opening and closing my knees while he tried to get the best shot of my pussy.
I had been concentrating on teasing John and not paying any attention to the other people around when I realised that there was another man with a camera stood next to John and taking photos of me as well, and he was talking to John. I wondered if they were talking about me exposing myself. It had been accidental at first but once I realised it was actually quite a turn on.
Whilst still teasing John, and the other man, I looked at the other people sat on the steps and saw that a couple of young men were also looking up at my pussy. That imaginary itch close to my clit suddenly started so I just had to scratch it just to tease my voyeurs some more.
All in all I had a good five or so minutes before John came back and sat next to me, me leaving my knees and feet slightly apart to give that 'accidental', not knowing display for any more voyeurs. As we scrolled through the photos on the camera's screen I could clearly see my lips. John was looking as well and when he saw the first shot that was showing my lips he zoomed in on them and said,
"Those will be gone by this time tomorrow, it's a good job that I got the camera today so I can have the before and after images."
"Yes," I replied, "I wonder what I will look like."
"Like you did when you were about ten years younger." John replied.
"I think that I'll like that, I never have got used to my flaps and I always thought that when my pussy got all meaty it was just fat and that I was eating too much."
"Well, not that you need to loose any weight but you're going to loose a bit tomorrow."
"I hope that it heals up quickly I'll be getting real withdrawal symptoms without your cock fucking me."
