The next day we woke and went sightseeing. It was a sunny day and we had a great time holding hands, laughing at the tourist, kissing and just enjoying each other. We took a cruise boat up the Thames to the Tower of London then to Greenwich. I saw so many wonderful things and loved seeing the Crown Jewels. By the time we got back to Myles place, I just had to jump his bones; although this time he fucked me in my ass too. In just two wonderful days I've had two guys and lots of yummy jism dumped in all of my orifices. What a great start to my vacation.
We went to dinner at the pub again. This night I wore a short skirt that I just bought and sweater. We found a booth and Dirk came over to chat. He apologized to me for thinking I was a slag (their term for whorish slut) and I kissed his cheek thanking him. When Myles left for drinks and dinner, I asked Dirk what dogging really was. He explained to me that it was just guys and girls having sex in public for others to watch or participate and it happens at car parks all over the nation. Then he laughed and told me that a lot of girls are young preppies or older fat women wanting some excitement. More chuckles as he mentioned that not all are slags like Myles think.
Looking into my eyes he said, "So Kathryn, it would be my pleasure to take you dogging. You are very fit (meaning sexually desirable) and I wouldn't have anything bad happen to you. Just try it once to actually experience for yourself."
Before I could answer, Myles came back with my wine and we just chatted about other things the rest of the night. I was very flirty toward Dirk even allowing him to touch my inner thigh and pulling up my skirt. Myles never noticed because he was engross in the football (soccer) game on the TV.
I should describe Dirk as a tall slender guy with long blonde hair. He had a few tattoos and was very confident type of guy. Guys with long hair have always intrigued me. I guess the Fabio look still excites me.
After food and more drinks hours later, I got up to go to the toilet. It was up stairs and down a long hall. When I came out Dirk was waiting for me. He didn't say a word, but grabbed me and kissed me. I thought about fighting, but he was such a great kisser and I actually wanted him all night. He opened a side door and dragged me in. Pinning me against a wall, we kissed while he held my hands up over my head. Once I was kissing him back, he let go of my hands and began rubbing my breast over the sweater. After a few minutes, he pulled up my sweater and put his mouth over my bare boobs. His hand then went immediately for wet pussy. Pushing the panty to one side he began fingering me.
"You want me to shag you don't you Kathryn?" He whispered.
His fingers felt so good touching me, that I moaned "Oh yes Dirk. Please fuck me! I've been horny all night for you."
I heard him undoing his belt and sliding his cock out. Looking down, it was bigger than Connor's. Oh I wanted that thing in me. I went to suck on it, but he stopped me. He whispered that we would only have time for shagging. Taking one leg, he pulled it up to his waist and guided his throbbing manhood into me without putting on a condom. He took my hips and pulled me hard down on it, as he pumped up. I had my hands around him with my body plastered against the wall while he ravished me. Then it was non-stop pumping up in me. I was really enjoying him for maybe 5 minutes, until I felt him squirting inside me. When he finished, he pushed me off and told me to go or Myles would miss me. I pulled down my top and just as I was about to open the door, he grabbed and kissed me.
Then he whispered, "We'll have to do this for a longer time next time; maybe when I take you dogging my little Strumpet! I know now that you will definitely going to like dogging. Strumpets usually do." He laughed.
Another quick kiss and I left. With his goo running down my legs, I quickly ran to the toilet to clean up.
Myles was still looking at the game and I asked him when we could leave. I now felt cheap for allowing hunky Dirk to fuck me and wanted to go. He told me in a few minutes. Then I asked him if he knew what a strumpet was.
He immediately turned to me with a nasty look and asked, "So who called you that Kathryn. You are not a strumpet by any means." He seemed very perturbed like he was going to fight whoever called me that.
Smiling, I answered, "Oh no one sweetie. I just over heard a couple guys talking about a girl and they called her that. I'm just not familiar with English slang yet."
It seemed to calm him down and he replied, "What it means gorgeous, that a girl is too sexually active for her own good, too the point of being a harlot or prostitute. They must have been talking about Olivia. She was here earlier and left with a couple of blokes. She's definitely a strumpet. But you Kathryn will never be one. Yes you like sex, but you are picky about whom you have it with. A strumpet doesn't care."
Oh my God! Dirk thinks I'm a harlot because I easily had sex with him in the back room. Oh my God! If that is the definition, then thinking about all of my past illicit behavior I should be called a strumpet.
A few minutes later we walked back to his flat and had mind blowing sex for over an hour fantasizing about Dirk, until I wore him out. All I could think about was if I actually was a strumpet and to try dogging. But I couldn't tell Myles that, because he thinks I'm a Lady and I liked that about him.
Monday came around and we went out sightseeing and shopping again. We didn't go back to the pub for dinner, but instead he took me to Clos Maggiore. It was very romantic restaurant. It kept my mind off dogging and back onto Myles. Riding in the back of a cab, we kissed all the way back to his flat. Once inside we made love again for hours. He came in both of the orifices and I came many times. It was a very dreamy night and unknown at the time would be the last one with Myles.
Tuesday the weather was in the 70's, so we went to Brent Cross shopping center. Wow, I was in heaven. Since I packed light and didn't bring any hot clothes with me, Myles bought me a few short skirts and sexy tops. He was happy watching me try on the sexy outfits. While we were eating a late lunch, Myles got a phone call. Then he told me we had to go, because something crashed and his underling couldn't fix it. So we took the underground back to his place.
It was only 3 pm and I was now on my own. What to do? I went to St James Park and people watched. By the time 5 pm came along, I was bored. So I went back to Myles flat and took a nap. It was after 8 pm when I finally woke. I guess I needed the rest from all of the late nights and sex I was having. So I put on my new wrap around black skirt, a black bustier, black stockings and my jacket in case it got cold. Then I walked down to the pub. I didn't know what to expect, but I was hungry for fish and chips. When I walked in, I didn't see anyone I knew, except Connor was the bartender. So I took an empty stool at the bar.
He came over and asked why I was there.