A VERY RAPID ADJUSTMENT OF THEIR CLOTHES as the car drew to a stop outside the lifts. A few instructions to the chauffeur and they were into the lift and on their way to their private heaven. Shirley didn't see what floor they went to. Her eyes were closed as his lips were over hers and his hands were all over her body. She was in a dream and lost in a flight of lust for this man.
The lift doors hissed open. There was no corridor, but they stepped from the lift into a penthouse of her dreams. He took her elbow and lead her around the expansive layout. Most of the many rooms and areas looked out at London landmarks that lined the Thames. Even through the rain it was so romantic and beautiful. The balcony contained a large barbecue and deck furniture, all looking a bit out of place in the English weather. But Shirley could see their potential on a Spring day or Summer evening. April in Paris could hold a candle to that! The kitchen was in a minimal style. Simple but very ergonomic. A combination of Blue pearl granite work tops around the hobs and sinks and solid beech over the food prep. areas.
The appliances were all in stainless steel. All was spotless.
"I didn't have you down for a cook" exclaimed Shirley.
"I do a little." he confessed. "But I usually have a firm in."
His casual reply wasn't exactly boastful, but she did note a little bit of arrogance in his voice. "So what? " she thought. "If you've got it ,why not flaunt it ?"
Noting the spotless breakfast bar she thought."He obviously has someone
in to clean as well !"
They passed through the formal and equally spotless dining room and impressive bathroom.
The master bedroom was large yet strangely normal. Until, that was , he unlocked a side door which might have been to an on suite. The delights in this secure area were hidden from the eyes of cleaners and other visitors.
Her mouth dropped open as she gazed at the equipment that filled the walls and floor space. Shelves and racks of toys, whips,paddles,crops.
A leather covered whipping horse and a fucking machine occupied the center of the room.
She wandered round the room and felt the various textures of the items that provoked her sexuality. She felt the firm leather upholstery of the horse. She picked up and inspected the paddles and crops. She shuddered as she lifted the bull whip from its hook and replaced it with a chill down her back. A selection of dildos and plugs caught her eye. Her attention was drawn to some rubber balls in graduated sizes. Their diameters went from two and a half inches up to five and a half inches in half inch increments. Each was clearly marked with it's diameter. Shirley instinctively new their purpose and found their smooth surface was very
inviting. She felt each one and as she replaced them carefully she turned and smiled at her lover. He was watching her carefully and judging her reactions to the equipment. " You like those?" he asked. He didn't need an answer. " We can play with them later if you want " ....T.B.C.
