This story continues the adventures of Sara, a young Australian banker recently relocated to London. It can be read as a standalone but if you want to know more about Sara and how she met Cindy, Gemma and Robbie start with my story The Garden Party
Sara had been in London for 9 months now, her social life had opened up thanks to 'H', his family and friends, she'd started playing sport again, joined a rowing club and was having fun toning up and occasionally competing, though she didn't have time to commit to all the intense training. She was having too much fun; she had much better, much naughtier things to do with her evenings.
It was Cindy who had really taken her in hand. She'd become a good friend and now Sara found she had her own glamorous, cool, sexy wardrobe an amazing selection of beautiful lingerie and some stunning shoes.
Not that anyone at work had noticed. The world of international finance was intense, and she tried to keep herself professional in office hours. Sensible suit and blouse, blonde hair tied back, very little make up, severe glasses. The men on the banking floor had no idea about the slinky silk and lace encasing her firm ass or the occasions when she'd wear the pearl panties to keep the day "interesting" if she knew it was going to be a dull one.
There had been a couple of occasions when she'd realised her professional demeanour was slipping as the pearls in her thong did their work, rubbing her folds and stimulating her clit as she sat at her desk trading bonds. Everyone was wearing headsets and was busy in the noisy environment so wouldn't have picked up on her tiny sighs and groans as she adjusted herself in her seat. But she'd have to disappear to the ladies' room to finish the job the pearls had started, fingering herself vigorously until the flood of pleasure swept through her body.
Then she'd remove the pearl panties and slip on the more sensible Brazilian cut knickers she kept in her handbag and with a contented glow return to her desk. Newly invigorated after her orgasm she often made the best deals and suspected the other bankers thought she'd disappeared to snort a line of coke. If only they knew!
Bankers she'd decided were amongst the most boring men on earth. Despite there being some good-looking men around they were so dull, just one topic of conversation; how to make more money! And while it was intense she'd realised that most of them where winging it. Once you understood the systems it was just complicated gambling and being a country girl from Australia if there was one thing she understood it was gambling. Back home they'd even bet on the outcome of two flies crawling up a wall or the chances of meeting a kangaroo on a morning run.
Hence she was doing well, making enough to afford the rent on a nice flat in Notting Hill, buy some pretty clothes and to tuck some away for the future. Because it was the future that interested her now. Once this secondment was over in a couple of years she would have enough saved to return to Melbourne, ditch banking and do something she was really interested in, which would be opening a lingerie and toyshop in Melbourne.
The silks and lace, straps and frills of beautifully made erotic underwear and sculptural sex toys had entranced Sara ever since that first party where Gemma had shown her the delights of NOA and the pearl panties. She'd realised a woman's life didn't have to be muted, it could be thrilling even when no one else knew what you were wearing, maybe especially when no one knew!
Aristocratic Gemma had opened the door that sunny afternoon, but it was seasoned Londoner Cindy that led her through one Saturday shortly afterwards.
"Darling Sara" she'd chirped on the phone "I know Gemma was going to take you shopping but something's come up, or maybe someone's cum up her, I don't know, you know what she's like, but anyway don't fret your gorgeous head I'm stepping in and we're going to have a day of fun at some little places I know that you'd never find on your own."
Sara was about to say something about how excited she was but didn't get the chance.
"Oh, do say you'll still come sweetie, we can have cocktails at a secret bar I know and maybe Robbie can join us for dinner, I know he's dying to see you again. I think you rather left a mark on him back in that summerhouse!"
Which was how she's found herself jaw agape wandering the aisles of beautifully crafted underwear and exquisite toys at
Dur et Doux
that summer's day in Camden Town, a part of London she'd never visited before.
They'd already been to
Agent Provocateur
in Soho where Cindy had encouraged the perky Australian to try on and purchase a number of pink, purple, red, blue and black panties and bras that were bewilderingly expensive but looked so amazing on her full breasts and rounded ass.
In the quiet of the plush red velvet changing room, hung with ornate gilt mirrors Sara had loved the way the subtle lace designs seemed to emphasise her curvy figure. She could have spent hours admiring herself in the mirrors, amazed at how hot she looked, but Cindy had said there would be more fun to be had later.
"Believe me darling, you look wonderful, I can barely stop myself from ravishing you, however if we pop up to Camden, I can show you some things that will really take your breath away. Now let's get these pretty little scraps of lace off you"
With that she'd crouched down in front of the tall Australian, slipped her fingers into the edges of the flimsy purple gossamer lace panties and peeled them down Sara's long tanned legs.
Finding herself in just the right spot she poked her tongue out and licked Sara's glistening pussy from bottom to top, parting the younger woman's lips and quickly swirling her tongue around Sara's exposed clit.
"Oh my god, No!" squealed Sara, the quick hint of pleasure jolting through her body. "We're in bloody public!"
"I know darling, isn't it thrilling?" trilled Cindy giving Sara's pussy another long lick, tasting her enticing dew on her tongue.
"Look how wet you are though, and OMG how hard are your nipples, they're nearly making a hole in that sweet little bra"
Cindy swiftly stood, faced her prey and clamped her mouth to a prominent nipple, sucking it through the lace, her right hand slipping down to Sara's pussy to agitate her clit a little more.
"No, no, no, please" hissed Sara "Not here, please."
Cindy relented, looked Sara in the eye, winked and gave her a kiss on the cheek leaving a smudge of lipstick.
"Okay sweetie, it is very naughty of me" she purred "but if you remember I still owe you from the garden party. But tell you what, just to say sorry I'll get these bits for you, I don't think we can put them back on the rail after you've made them so delightfully wet!" She chuckled and slipped from the changing room, leaving Sara to compose herself.
