Day Thirteen Sunday
Nothing would have given me greater pleasure than to spend the whole day in bed making love to Shelly. When we awoke in each other's arms I gazed at her cherubic face in the semi-darkness. I found myself gently caressing her cheek with the palm of my hand. This soon brought her awake and she blinked her eyes a few times as she did so.
"Good morning." Shelly said to me. By way of a reply I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. She soon responded. We kissed and cuddled for a time before reality reasserted itself and we got up and made the bed. The two of us shared a wonderful shower and we lathered each other's bodies from head to toe. We dried off and with Shelly in her dressing gown and me in a bra and panties we ate a most delicious breakfast which Shelly prepared. I then dressed and with much reluctance we said our goodbyes, though not without exchanging contact details including Shelly's address in West London. I then set off on what would be my last full day on the road...
It was late afternoon when I reached Kew. By then I had decided, if this was going to be my last night on the road I really ought at least once to obtain lodging and sex, that after all had been Suzie's challenge to me and no matter how much sex I'd gotten these past two weeks, it could be argued that little if any of it met the criteria of the challenge. Ideally there would have been an LGBTQ pub in the area, but the last in this part of London had shuttered its doors some five years earlier in Richmond, so I was left with establishments that catered for people of all sexualities and genders. Additionally, it was a Sunday, albeit a Sunday in summer. It was a nice day and the cold snap we'd been enduring the past few days had ended, though thankfully it wasn't so oppressively hot I'd have trouble conducting my walk with my backpack. I settled on a pub called The Cricketers on Kew Green. It was a delightful place which I'd been to before, though not often enough that I'd be recognised by either the staff or clientele. David, Suzie's fiancé was waiting for me outside the pub. He sat at a plastic green table and had a rucksack with him. I'd come up with my plan whilst having a late lunch in Richmond and had phoned Suzie with the idea. Suzie and David would meet me at The Cricketers with a dress of Suzie's suitable for wearing out to a pub on a summer evening like this -- Suzie and I were the same height, build and bust-size -- and I would give them my door key and the backpack, minus items I'd need this evening and tomorrow and they would drop my backpack off at my place. Furthermore they'd stock up my fridge/freezer for me as I didn't really want to do food shopping when I got home tomorrow, nor venture from my flat until at least Wednesday.
Suzie had agreed and I popped to the House of Fraser on Richmond High Street before resuming my walk and bought a pair of 10 denier nude sheer-to waste tights. I'd hoped to find crotchless ones like Lydia's but alas.
"Hi David, where's Suzie?" I asked as I approached the pub.
"Hi Amy, she decided not to see you until tomorrow. Something about spoiling it if she saw you before you finished." David was thirty, tall, dark-haired, and not-unattractive. He and my sister had been a couple for about three years now and got engaged at Christmas. He handed me the rucksack. I checked inside to make sure it had what I wanted and satisfied, I transferred some of the contents of the backpack, specifically a bra, a pair of knickers, the tights I'd bought lunch time still in their packaging, plus my toiletries into the rucksack. I asked David to wait and nipped into the pub which despite the day of the week was busy. I jostled my way past people, taking note of anyone who caught my eye and went into the toilets.
Inside one of the cubicles I relieved myself and stripping naked took the tights out of the box. I inspected them for ladders and satisfied they were fine I balled them up and stepped into them, one leg at a time. The sheer nylon felt great against my skin and I inched them up to my waste -- sans panties. After making the necessary adjustments I applied anti-persperant to my arm-pits and a generous helping of perfume. Then came the dress, a pale-blue mini-dress without sleeves and almost backless. I finished off with trainers and after applying some make-up in the mirror & brushing my hair, I made my way back through the crowds to David. I couldn't help but notice that people were reacting differently to me after I'd freshened up. David was waiting for me and I handed him my door keys -- with some trepidation, I'd have much rather given them to Suzie. He took my backpack as well and walked to his car.
"So we'll see you tomorrow on Tower Wharf?" He confirmed.
"That's right, though I don't exactly know what time yet." I replied.
After he left I texted Suzie to confirm that I'd given my backpack and keys to David and asking her to confirm when she had the keys herself. She replied saying she would and asked me to make a list of things I wanted her to buy. I sat at the bench, rucksack between my stockinged-legs and for the next few minutes tried to figure out what I wanted. I then texted Suzie back with my list. As I was doing so a group of people passed me on their way inside. There were four of them, three women and a man in their late-twenties or early-thirties. One of the women and I made direct eye contact for a moment, before she entered the pub with her friends. She had broad, chunky hips, but otherwise was slim. Nice rounded bosom, a pretty face that was slightly cherubic, though not like Shelly's, with short, curly blonde hair. She wore a pale-lavender tube-dress with spaghetti-straps that accentuated her figure nicely. A pair of sandals and a white handbag rounded out the outfit. I walked back into the pub, my rucksack the only incongruity about me, and shuffled past people and reached the bar. I ordered a light meal and a glass of red wine and found a spot to eat outside on the rear patio sitting at an identical circular table to the one David had been sitting at around the front. My meal -- a salad was brought to me and I ate, conscious I was sitting alone in a busy pub and at any moment someone else might wish to claim my spot for a group.
Having finished and had my things taken away I made a second trip to the ladies and then started to mingle. My first attempt had been with a woman named 'Ruth', but she was straight and seeing someone and even my phenomenal skills of sexual persuasion were to nothing. Time ticked on and I tried my charms on a couple more women who came and went with no more luck. By now it was 9.00. The bar was thinning significantly and I was on my third wine. As I stood by a suitable spot in the room I noticed the foursome from earlier. One of them, the woman who'd caught my fancy in the lavender dress was not having as good a time as the other three who were laughing and joking. Finally the three of them all took it in turns to embrace her and give her pecks on the cheek. Even from here I could make out at least two of them saying to her: "Are you sure you don't want to join us? You'll have a great time." But they left all the same. I decided to saunter over to the bar, hopefully looking as if I was doing so as casually as I could so that it didn't look as if I was trying to talk to her if she made for the bar as well. As it happened she made for the door. I got the feeling it wasn't that she'd changed her mind about going with them -- her movements lacked urgency and besides, I'd seen the three of them climb into an Uber taxi as soon as they left the pub. No it was her making her mind up about whether to go home, or stay for one more drink.
At the door, she paused and then turned on her heels and walked to the bar, ultimately standing next to me.
"What can I get you?" Asked the barman, the woman gestured to me to be served first.
"That's quite alright,' I replied, "I've still got some left. You're next." I held up my more-than half-empty wind glass as proof.
"In that case I'll have a small Merlot please." She said. After she was served she turned her back to the bar and gazed at the tap room.
"Didn't want to make a night of it?" I asked, hopefully initiating a conversation, hopefully initiating much more.
"No." She replied, and continued staring at the big windows opposite.
I decided that she wished to be alone and began to move away when I felt a hand my arm.
"Sorry, I was miles away. What did you say?" She said, releasing my arm.
"I said you didn't fancy going with your friends and making a night of it." I replied, gesturing with my glass at the road outside.
"Not really." She answered.
