the racks of lingerie, he watched me intently as I picked out what I considered to be the sexiest numbers.
‘Let me try these on.’
‘If you do so, madam,’ the salesgirl announced, creeping up behind me, ‘you’ll have to pay for them whether you like them or not.’
I stopped, and stared at the garments, then back at the racks, making sure I had made the right choice.
But Dylan turned around and caught the salesgirl’s eye.
‘Oh, pardon me, sir, I didn’t realize it was you. Same arrangement as before?’
‘Yes,’ he said, and winked at her.
She blushed so brightly her face soon matched the colour of her reddish hair.
‘Stick it all on my account.’
The salesgirl tried to answer, but I was hustling him over towards the changing compartments. ‘No peeking till I’m ready.’
He groaned as I pulled the curtains shut on him.
I put on the red stockings, suspenders, panties and bra. I tried to conjure the most seductive pose I could in the mirror, then poked my head through the curtains. ‘Come inside.’
Dylan looked around, then slipped into the cramped cubicle, taking no notice of the salesgirl’s embarrassment. He admired me intensely, making me spin around for him.
I toyed with the itching bra strap and awaited his reaction.
‘It’s certainly sexy, darling, but you don’t need to impress me with this sort of stuff. By all means I’ll buy it for you, but I’d rather you found something more comfortable for everyday use.’
I kissed him, not quite believing his thoughtfulness, and bundled him out again. Before I had fully changed, his hand appeared through the curtains with a selection of other garments, including a skimpy swimming costume. He had even judged the right sizes.
I took so much time choosing one last outfit that he left me to do some of his own shopping. This was a deliberate ploy. I needed some time alone in order to book out of the hotel I’d used as a base before meeting Dylan. They allowed me to leave my luggage in storage until I could collect it at a later date.
We met up again over tea in a café, where I gushed out how thankful I was at the money he’d spent on me. He then handed me another plastic bag.
‘What’s this?’ I said, delving inside to find bottles of shampoo, conditioner, facial cream and deodorant, and even a box of tampons.
‘Hope they’re the sort you usually use.’
I smiled at his consideration. I’d been too intent on all the luxuries to think about the essentials.
After a while, I said: ‘It’s such a beautiful place, the Lake District.’
He nodded, but remained silent.
‘How long have you lived up here?’
‘Since I was ten. I was from Wales originally. My late mother was best friends with Ronni….We came back here when my brother and father were killed down the pit.’
I was struck by the amount of tragedy in this man’s life.
He tailed off. ‘Can we talk about something else, please,’ he said, taking a sip from his tea.
‘Did Seraphina look anything like Emily and Janis? They’re beautiful.’
‘Yes,’ he replied, then realized he’d been drawn again. ‘Can we please leave it? It provokes too many bad memories. I’m with you now, let’s concentrate on us.’
‘OK,’ I said, drinking my own tea. I wasn’t certain whether Seraphina could still touch such a raw core of feeling seventeen years after the event; or whether he was simply trying to further the air of mystery he seemed to like to shroud himself in.
We walked back to where we’d parked the Land Rover and I loaded the bags into the back after he’d opened the door for me.
‘It’s a lovely sunny day, now. Fancy a bit of adventure?’ he said, as he climbed behind the wheel and turned the ignition.
My expression said it all, which was lucky as he revved the engine so loudly he wasn’t likely to hear my response anyway. Perhaps in his arrogance, he knew what my reply would be anyway.
We drove down to an old mill, the site of his car museum and
‘Let me try these on.’
‘If you do so, madam,’ the salesgirl announced, creeping up behind me, ‘you’ll have to pay for them whether you like them or not.’
I stopped, and stared at the garments, then back at the racks, making sure I had made the right choice.
But Dylan turned around and caught the salesgirl’s eye.
‘Oh, pardon me, sir, I didn’t realize it was you. Same arrangement as before?’
‘Yes,’ he said, and winked at her.
She blushed so brightly her face soon matched the colour of her reddish hair.
‘Stick it all on my account.’
The salesgirl tried to answer, but I was hustling him over towards the changing compartments. ‘No peeking till I’m ready.’
He groaned as I pulled the curtains shut on him.
I put on the red stockings, suspenders, panties and bra. I tried to conjure the most seductive pose I could in the mirror, then poked my head through the curtains. ‘Come inside.’
Dylan looked around, then slipped into the cramped cubicle, taking no notice of the salesgirl’s embarrassment. He admired me intensely, making me spin around for him.
I toyed with the itching bra strap and awaited his reaction.
‘It’s certainly sexy, darling, but you don’t need to impress me with this sort of stuff. By all means I’ll buy it for you, but I’d rather you found something more comfortable for everyday use.’
I kissed him, not quite believing his thoughtfulness, and bundled him out again. Before I had fully changed, his hand appeared through the curtains with a selection of other garments, including a skimpy swimming costume. He had even judged the right sizes.
I took so much time choosing one last outfit that he left me to do some of his own shopping. This was a deliberate ploy. I needed some time alone in order to book out of the hotel I’d used as a base before meeting Dylan. They allowed me to leave my luggage in storage until I could collect it at a later date.
We met up again over tea in a café, where I gushed out how thankful I was at the money he’d spent on me. He then handed me another plastic bag.
‘What’s this?’ I said, delving inside to find bottles of shampoo, conditioner, facial cream and deodorant, and even a box of tampons.
‘Hope they’re the sort you usually use.’
I smiled at his consideration. I’d been too intent on all the luxuries to think about the essentials.
After a while, I said: ‘It’s such a beautiful place, the Lake District.’
He nodded, but remained silent.
‘How long have you lived up here?’
‘Since I was ten. I was from Wales originally. My late mother was best friends with Ronni….We came back here when my brother and father were killed down the pit.’
I was struck by the amount of tragedy in this man’s life.
He tailed off. ‘Can we talk about something else, please,’ he said, taking a sip from his tea.
‘Did Seraphina look anything like Emily and Janis? They’re beautiful.’
‘Yes,’ he replied, then realized he’d been drawn again. ‘Can we please leave it? It provokes too many bad memories. I’m with you now, let’s concentrate on us.’
‘OK,’ I said, drinking my own tea. I wasn’t certain whether Seraphina could still touch such a raw core of feeling seventeen years after the event; or whether he was simply trying to further the air of mystery he seemed to like to shroud himself in.
We walked back to where we’d parked the Land Rover and I loaded the bags into the back after he’d opened the door for me.
‘It’s a lovely sunny day, now. Fancy a bit of adventure?’ he said, as he climbed behind the wheel and turned the ignition.
My expression said it all, which was lucky as he revved the engine so loudly he wasn’t likely to hear my response anyway. Perhaps in his arrogance, he knew what my reply would be anyway.
We drove down to an old mill, the site of his car museum and
Similar Books
