After we said our goodbyes, Dairine hailed a cab, by darting out onto the sidewalk, putting fingers to her lips and letting out a shrill whistle. It may not have been ladylike, but it worked. Zell and I bundled in, and Dairine ordered the driver to take us to the best bed and breakfast in London. The driver tipped his hat, and we trundled off
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The corset came off with the outer underwear. What it revealed was the chemise beneath, and the wire cage that held out my skirts. We weren't done yet.
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We were getting closer, and my heart was beating harder in anticipation.
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I giggled. "Though this may be hard to believe, I'm already scandalous by Victorian standards."
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I manoeuvred him around and pushed him against the bed. Then I straddled his lap and began undoing the buttons on his shirt. As I did this, I leaned forward and kissed him, hard, on the mouth.
Then, as he got good and into this, I undid the last button of his shirt and I shoved his shirt and jacket halfway down the arms. So trapped, I leaned into him, pushing my body into his and grinding into his lap. My kisses strayed from his lips and travelled down his neck and shoulders. My hands rubbed the sensitive areas of his chest.
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I hadn't expected to take charge like this, but the spontaneous thing seemed like the right thing, so I kept going. It could be Zell's turn to take charge next, but for now...
I kissed him again, and then traced my kisses down his throat, and then the line of his chest, detouring slightly to give those sensitive areas some extra special attention. While I headed down, my hand reached lower and started undoing the buttons of his fly. It would be a little while before I had all of my husband's clothes off him, but I doubted that he'd complain.
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