The Deviants of Dorchester - Episode 8: Peek-A-Boo

Leave it to Ryan and myself to plan a London adventure during the hottest summer across the pond. But there was sweltering heat back home too, so we figured we might as well be melting here while touring Big Ben. By planning site-seeing in the morning and an air-conditioned pub crawl in the afternoon, we would make the most of our ?London-on-a-budget? vacation.After a day or two, we found a more traditional pub and agreed that this would be the site of our afternoon activities for the rest of the trip. The Rose and Crown was a respite for two weary tourists; ready with a comfy bar stool and a cold ale as we walked in the door drenched in sweat from the morning?s latest venture. Over the afternoons, we befriended the barkeep, Walter, and on the fifth day, we were lamenting that we couldn?t handle any more outside activities, but what would we do on the cheap for our last two days of the trip?Walter put two more cold ones in front of us, gave Ryan an unmistakable wink, and joked that he was surprised a young couple such as ourselves couldn?t find something in our hotel room to occupy our time.Giggling, I said, ?If you saw the dump my husband found for us to stay in, you would understand why we want to spend as little time as possible there.?Ryan hung his head like an admonished puppy. ?Ok, ok, for the last time, it didn?t look that bad on Expedia, and it got 3.5 stars! But she?s right, Walter, help us out. Any ideas for indoor activities??Walter wiped the counter again and then rubbed his stubble-covered chin, thinking about our conundrum. I could almost see the light bulb pop on as Walter adjusted his sullied apron before he leaned against the bar and casually suggested, ?You should go to the Dorchester!?I am sure I saw ale shoot out Ryan?s nose as he gaffed at the idea and slammed his mug back down on the age-scarred bar.*?What? Walter, have you not been listening to us all week? It took us five years to save enough money to come on this vacation, and we are here on a budget. We could not move to the Dorchester, even for one night!?Walter?s boisterous laugh filled the bar and jiggled his beer belly. ?I didn?t say bursa escort stay there. I said to go there. You could have dinner, or go to the bar that has music. Amanda would love that,? nodding his head towards me. ?Or even just go have tea in the Orchid Room.?Scenes from Downton Abbey filled my mind. ?You mean they would let us in for High Tea???Oh, shite you Americans! No, they have Afternoon Tea. High Tea is for lower-class working blokes that don?t get time to eat lunch, so they have tea with more filling food after work. Kind of like, what you said you served at your wedding... eh... ?heavy appetizers.? No, no, Afternoon Tea is just a light mid-afternoon fare. Tea and biscuits, light sandwiches, ya? know. I have never been, but I hear the Dorchester does it up right nice.?I grabbed Ryan?s arm, squealing, ?That sounds like so much fun.??And expensive,? he stated.?And very English.??And expensive.??And air-conditioned!??And expensive.??And like something that would turn me on immensely.??And it sounds like a great idea! Walter, can I borrow the telephone to make a reservation??*******************We were up and out of our less-than-stellar hotel early. We didn?t need to be at the Dorchester until 1:30 p.m., so we wandered through some lovely little shops, but somehow our growling stomachs and our American need for caffeine led us right back to The Rose and Crown.Walter greeted us with a smile, saying ?Two fry-ups and two coffees coming up.?The aromas wafted in our direction, and almost seemed palatable if I closed my eyes; dark roast coffee, greasy eggs, crispy bacon, and fried bread. My mouth salivated like a lioness that had caught the scent of blood from her prey on the Serengeti.We were feasting on this culinary tour de force that Walter had prepared for us in no time. Just when I thought I couldn?t eat another bite, I dove back in for more because it would be a sin against humanity to leave one morsel behind.When our plates were clean, Ryan and I leaned back and groaned in gluttony, laughing at ourselves.?What were you saying a few minutes ago about never being able to eat all of this?? Ryan snorted at me, bursa escort bayan ?I think you licked the plate.??Shut up, you big jerk,? I punched him in the arm and kissed him deeply. I was really excited about our adventure today. And it was turning me on to do something so high-brow. It was almost like a few role-play scenes we had done when we felt frisky, but this was real.He moaned deeply and pulled my head into him, kissing me harder. After five years of marriage, I knew all his sounds, and that moan meant his cock tingled. And he knew all my sounds, so when I softly whimpered into his mouth, he knew I was getting wet.?Ok, ok, you two. You better get going if you are going to have time to shop for something to wear.?Our kiss stopped abruptly, and we must have both turned to Walter with lips that looked like fish gasping for air.?Oh, you weren?t planning to wear that were you?? We all looked down at my spaghetti strap, plaid sundress with brown sandals, Ryan?s blue button-down shirt, and khakis with dockers.With no makeup on and my thick brunette hair thrown up in a ponytail, I shuddered in embarrassment.?OMG! I didn?t even think about wardrobe! Ryan, we can?t walk in like this! You saw the pictures of the tearoom on the site last night. What are we going to do?? I searched Walter?s face pleadingly, but it was blank also. With my head in my hands, I finally resolved, ?We will just have to cancel the reservation. It?s already 11:00a.m. We don?t have enough time.?I didn?t even notice the light tap on my shoulder the first time, but the second tap was firmer and more intentional. I sat up to find a young woman that reminded me of a Disney princess more than a real person. She had gorgeous flowing ginger hair, bright green eyes, and cupid lips. Her petite frame and porcelain skin made me a bit fearful that she might easily break.?Excuse me. I think I have an idea that might help you,? she said in a melodic, high-pitched voice, making me sure she was an angelic singer. You can just tell these things, plus all Disney princesses can sing, right??You do???Yes. I am an executive assistant at the Dorchester, so I escort bursa am familiar with your route. And I can tell you where to stop along the way. There is a good tailor shop where you can stop and get an inexpensive sport jacket for your Mister.? She nodded to Ryan. ?Then there is a boutique just around the corner from the Dorchester called Dahlia for you.?I jumped off the barstool and hugged this angel. ?Thank you so much!??Well, don?t thank me just yet. The boutique is expensive. But I can tell you a trick some of us at the hotel do in a pinch.??Yes, please. I really want to be able to make this tea.??Well, sometimes, if we get stuck at the hotel and can?t get home to change before an event, we run over and buy a dress but just tuck the tags in and return it the next day. You must be careful not to get anything on the dress or pull a thread or anything. It must look new. And you just say you didn?t like the fit, or the color wasn?t flattering in natural light.?I looked at Ryan with my hand over my mouth in shock at the advice this hotel employee gave me. But when I saw the impish glimmer in Ryan?s eye, I threw my arms around her again. ?You are brilliant! Thank you?Ryan grabbed my hand, ?We better get going. We have some shopping to do!?*********Walking into Dahlia, I suddenly knew what Julia Roberts felt like in Pretty Woman. When the bell chimed, indicating my arrival, the shop assistant sauntered around the corner, and her congenial smile immediately vanished.?Do you need directions to somewhere, miss?? she muttered in an overly bitter tone.?I?m sorry?? I asked.?We do not have a public bathroom as the sign says, so do you need directions to some tourist site?? Giving her the benefit of the doubt, I tried to imagine how many times she had approached a customer hoping for a good commission, only to be disappointed by a tourist just passing through.?No, I am looking for a dress to wear to Afternoon Tea at the Dorchester. Umm...I have another dress, but I think I would like something new,? I lied, knowing that I would be bringing this one back.Looking me up and down, she sneered, ?Do you have a price range for your purchase??Before I could answer, another woman appeared from the back just as Ryan walked in with his fashionable new navy sport coat and upgraded pair of trousers, looking like he just came in from a polo match.