(William slept here)
Shepherd Market is a small section of Mayfair in London that dates back to at least 1735. It is composed of small shops, restaurants and flats. William was working for a UK based hedge fund in Mayfair. This was a new business for the UK. It was 1992 and there were only a handful of such firms in the UK at this time.
William and May often frequented two Lebanese restaurants within the confines of Shepherd Market in the 1990's. May would often drive in from the outskirts of London to meet William at around 7PM when he generally finished his day at work for dinner.
Ordinarily he would take the London Underground home as there was no other way to win traffic wise in London in the evening. It would be nice to have a ride home later in the evening. Of course, he would be in no hurry.
In the early morning hours, he had more options on the way to work. He would walk out onto the main street about five minutes from his house and could catch a bus going in either direction. One way was to the mainline train station, the other to the underground or all the way to London Piccadilly by just staying on the bus. William would get off in Mayfair just before the Piccadilly stops.
His final option was a London Cab. If one was coming by on the way to London, he would always choose this option while he waited for the bus. Basically the fates decided it.
The market was notable for something besides outstanding Lebanese food. It was filled with working brothels, the world's oldest profession. William literally had no idea of what was happening in the world around him.
May told William that men kept coming up to her at night as she tried to enter his building to meet him. They were all asking the same thing. "Are you free they would say." "Not on your life" came her reply. Why were they asking this singular question? One of Williams coworkers from a venerable UK family clued him in to the neighborhood. William encouraged May to figure out her value on the Street.
After all he was a trader. It turns out the Japanese would pay 10,000 British Pounds to have sex with her for an hour.
May liked her men fairly well developed. Besides the obvious references she liked muscles. She liked to hold on for the ride like her life depended on it. She had lived in Japan. She never felt the slightest inclination to try out this population.
May and William had been to enough hot springs for May to know that Japanese may not be able to rise to her exacting requirements. She well understood that many good things could arise from a flaccid state.
May had told William that some of the hardest cocks she had taken started out from a very flaccid start. Where you end up is not necessarily where you start out as she liked to put it.
However, Japanese hot springs leave nothing to the imagination. She could either shield her breasts or her pussy with the small bath towel. She was only handed one by some enterprising operator. She had become the tourist attraction. She had seen many Japanese erections at these hot springs focused on her. Often, she had to have been the first western women that frequented a particular hot spring.
May did not feel like she was missing out on anything by holding tightly onto William in these circumstances.
William felt differently. Japanese women had no sexual inhibitions. They did not suffer from 10 years of religious western programming that argued against enjoyment. They were not sexually repressed.
William eventually figured out Shepherd Market's inner workings. The brightly painted and not so brightly painted doors that were left partially ajar in the market part of Shephard Market were in fact invitations for gentlemen to call upon the ladies of the evening.
May and William often had the Lebanese food in the square. On occasion May would have a little too much fine wine and she would dance for the MI-5 technical branch cameras guarding their secure building. It was a great street to park on. Nothing ever happened to May's Mercedes.
I would imagine that they could compare these recorded tapes to the sex tapes that no doubt existed from their time together in Japan living across the Street from the then red Chinese embassy as it was known.
Every now and again William would take May back to his office building to have sex with her. His office had a flat for his use. May was at her best well fed and watered as William would call it. She was something of a voyeur. She loved observing and being observed. Her clothing always highlighted her ample chest and phenomenal rear following.
To put in perspective how much 10,000 GPB is for one hour of sex consider that the going rate in Shephard Market was about GBP 50 all in for sex with a perfectly fine French woman. This was William's preference.
In the office itself there was an open atrium to the surrounding buildings.
May would revert to her form in University. She required ample foreplay. She loved to push William's head between her legs. William would milk her pussy and bury his fingers inside of her. He would spread her lips wide apart and leave nothing untouched. May would be looking up at the sky picturing people looking down upon her.
No doubt one or two may well have had an excellent vantage point.
After a while she would turn around for a more complete work-up. She loved anal play. Not real hard-core penetration but stimulation. May would come multiple times. Poor William could almost drown if not properly prepared, but he knew what to expect. He had played this course before. He liked playing with May's pussy.
May had two core positions. She took it from behind to start their epic sessions otherwise she was a missionary girl. This is how she orgasmed. On her back. She reasoned that William was going to orgasm every time he came. What could it possible matter to him?
William was just about the right size for May. He was eight inches and a hard eight inches at that. The length was fine, but May really loved circumference. Her pussy would collapse around William's cock as she screwed and approached orgasm. It would grab him tightly. This was the look our William was going for here. Size did not matter greatly to May, but it did matter.
She had told William that anything over four inches could in fact work. It all came down to attitude and approach.