Last summer Paul and I went down to London for a long weekend. We travelled down on the Thursday evening and didn't arrive at the hotel until 10pm, so there wasn't time to do much more than unpack.
On the Friday we had a leisurely breakfast, then slowly sorted ourselves out. We had tickets to see Billy Elliott - the Musical and then a table booked at a nearby restaurant. We don't get much time together like this so it felt like a special treat. The weather was quite hot and it was forecast to stay that way all weekend. I wore a very summery dress and some turquoise underwear which Paul bought me a few months back. They're a particularly vivid colour which we both like.
As I finished dressing I looked in the mirror and I hope it doesn't sound conceited if I say I thought I looked alright. Even though I'm forty eight years old I work out at the gym three times a week so I'm in pretty good shape. I've got longish dark hair, a 36D bust and I was wearing medium heels which helped shape my legs.
Paul certainly seemed to approve. As we prepared to leave the room he grabbed me from behind and told me how nice I looked. At the same time his left hand was squeezing my bum.
I liked that; after all what middle-aged woman doesn't like to feel that she is still desirable. But I knew there would be plenty of time later, so I told him to be patient and he would get a treat. He was obviously pleased to hear that. Good sex had definitely been on the agenda for this weekend, but he was happy to have it confirmed.
We headed out into the street and walked the short distance to the Underground station where we caught a tube train into the centre of London. The warm weather meant the Underground was stifling, so I was glad when we were back above ground.
The theatre was close to Buckingham Palace and we had a bit of a wander in the area before having a light lunch. After that it was time to head to the show. I expected to enjoy it and I wasn't disappointed; the colours were really vibrant and the show had a lot of energy.
Next stop was the restaurant. It was an Italian one which had been recommended to us and though I wouldn't rave about it, it was a nice meal.
Whilst we were eating Paul remarked on how the guy next to me in the theatre had obviously fancied me. I asked him what he meant.
"Well they went to the bar at the interval just like us and he kept looking at you."
"Oh come on, he was about ten years younger than me and anyway he was with his wife."
Paul shrugged his shoulders.
"That's hardly going to stop him looking."
I didn't say any more, but I knew Paul was right. I had seen that man eyeing me up and when we went back to our seats they were already there and I had to squeeze past him. He didn't exactly leave much room for me and inevitably there was some bodily contact. It wasn't done in a blatant way, but I didn't think it was accidental.
I changed the subject to the weather and we agreed how nice it was to be out on a warm summers evening.
"Mind you I bet the tube train will be stifling again. It's a good job this dress is light and I certainly won't need my jacket."
"Well if you want to stay cool you could always remove something."
"What do you mean?"
Paul just smiled knowingly and raised an eyebrow. I realised he was suggesting that I removed my knickers. It was something I had done very occasionally. Paul seemed to find it quite a turn-on and it made me feel very different. Obviously no one could see anything, but it always made me feel semi-naked and somehow rather vulnerable. Anything could happen - a gust of wind could come along and my pussy would be exposed to a complete stranger.
It was a weekend away, I'd had a few glasses of wine - it did seem the perfect opportunity for a bit of sexy fun. I'm rather conservative and I know Paul wishes I was less inhibited. I was a virgin when I met him and I've always been faithful to him (and I believe he has to me), but he has asked me whether I would ever consider a threesome or swapping. I said no, but I haven't admitted to him that just occasionally I wondered what I would do if the ideal situation arose.
I looked back at Paul.
"Maybe later," I said with a trace of a smile.
The restaurant became very busy and we decided to move as soon as the desserts were finished. Paul caught the waiters eye and asked for the bill. While he sorted that out I said I was going to the toilet.
"I know," said Paul.
The waiter raised his eyebrows.
"You can always tell the married couples. It's scary the way they get to predict what the other person's doing."
I had to smile at that. The waiter didn't know what we knew and there was no way I was going to explain to him!
When I came out of the toilets Paul was waiting for me and we headed out onto the street. The first thing we did was join hands and though it probably looked like we were holding hands what I actually did was pass my knickers to Paul. He smiled and stuffed them in his jacket pocket.
