My Trip To England

My Trip To England

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

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My adventure with my tour guide on a trip to England

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My adventure with my tour guide on a trip to England

Chapter1 (v.1) - Meeting Holly

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My first day with my sexy tour guide

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Submitted: November 17, 2016

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 I decided to take a trip to Jolly Old England to see the sights I had always wondered about, the palace in London, Big Ben and Stonehenge. Landing at Heathrow airport I rented a small car and drove to the hotel where I had reserved a room.

 At the hotel I picked up the usual tourist brochures. One in particular interested me a lot. There was a place that offered personal guided tours. I called the number and made a reservation for the following day. Their rates were quite reasonable for a whole day tour and advised me that a two day booking was recommended. If I wanted it could be extended after the second day if I wished. Not wanting a whirlwind tour I opted for the two day option.

 They told me my tour guide would meet me at the reception counter in the lobby the following morning at 9:00 am and would be waiting there for me.

 The following morning I went there just before the appointed time not wanting to make the guide have to stand there waiting for me. I looked around for what I thought would be likely be an older man or woman talking to the desk clerk.

 The only person there was a very pretty young girl who looked to be in her early twenties looking around. I went to the clerk and asked if anyone from the tour company had enquired about someone from Canada.

 The young girl overheard my question and came over to me. “Are you Ron from Canada?” she inquired.

 “That’s me” I told her. “Are you the guide that I was supposed to meet? They told me to wait here. I didn’t think it would be one as young and pretty as you”, I said flirting with her.

 “My name is holly and I will be your guide for the next two days Ron. The tour will go on until 5:00 pm both days.”

 I have always loved the accent of people from England. Hers was no exception. It had a cheerful lilt and a Cockney to it that brought a smile to my face when she spoke.

 Her hair was bright red and I could see a few light brown freckles on her face. Her skin was a light caramel shade like someone of mixed blood from the look of her facial features. It looked to be a mixture of English and Caribbean.

 Standing at just a hair over five feet tall and what I guessed to be about 110 pounds. She had the most amazing body. A small frame with shapely legs and breasts that were more than would be more than a handful for any man.

 She was wearing very tight fitting black pants that accented the shape of her legs perfectly. On top she had a striped blue and white low cut sweater that revealed the top of the cleavage of her breasts just enough to catch my eyes. I had to stop my mind from wandering where it shouldn’t be wandering.

 Her most striking features were eyes and her lips. Leaving the lobby we walked to my car. When I held the door open for her she said, “Oh my. A gentleman are we?”, as she got in. As we set off I couldn’t help myself from stealing glances at her face.

 She took me to see Big Ben first. As we walked around the plaza I offered her my arm. When she held onto it, her fingers on it sent a chill through me when she first touched it. Every time she spoke I felt my own Big Ben twitch. I imagined what it found be like making love to her and hearing her speaking as we did.

 I had a hard time after that concentrating as she related its history to me. The next place we went to was the historic Tower of London. A massive stone structure built in a bygone era. Next it was on to see the changing of the guard at the palace.

 It was near noon so she suggested we stop at one of the small tea shops for a snack. She asked me if I felt like going for a short drive to see the famed markets in Canterbury. I had heard of them so I told her I would love to see them with a pretty girl like her by my side. I couldn’t stop myself from flirting with her.

 Driving down the M20 motorway I had a hard time concentrating on the traffic. She rhymed off the history of England from the middle ages to the present. I can’t remember much of what she told me because her voice was doing things to me that I shouldn’t have been letting it do when I heard it.

 When we got there we strolled through the streets checking out the shops and a huge open air farmers market for most of the afternoon. For me the best part of the walk was the touch of her fingers on my arm when she took it again.

 The afternoon flew by and it was soon time to go back to the big city. I didn’t want my time with her to end so I asked her if she was allowed to accompany me to supper. She told me it wasn’t against company policy and she was free to do whatever she wanted on her own time.

 She wanted to go home to change into something more appropriate for a dinner date. I dropped her off at her flat and promised to pick her back up in an hour’s time. Holly told me she knew of a nice Italian Bistro not too far from her place that we could walk to to avoid parking problems.

 I went to the hotel and changed into a blazer and slacks. I didn’t bother with a tie figuring it might be a bit much. My eyes bulged out when I saw her emerge from the door of her building. A vision of loveliness wouldn’t be an exaggeration of what I saw.

 Wearing a white blouse with billowy sleeves and a tight fitting mid thigh length grey skirt with she looked stunning. Wearing high heels she walked with a slight wiggle in her hips like a model to my car.

 When she got in and sat down the skirt rose slightly and I could see the tops of her hosiery that covered her now exposed to my eyes beautiful legs. It took a considerable amount of self control to not let her see what was happening behind the zipper in my pants.

 The meal was amazing with some of the best pasta I had ever had. The sun was setting as we left the restaurant. On the walk back to her place she took a different route. I asked her where we were going and she told me there was a small park that she liked to go for walks in that she wanted to show me.

 It was a very pleasant place with tree lined paths and small foot bridges crossing a stream that ran through it. Just before we got to one of them I felt her hand go to mine and hold it. I looked at her questioningly and she said, “The bridge has wooden slats on it and I am afraid of tripping if my heels get stuck in the spaces between them.”

 I wasn’t going to argue with her. I felt my pulse increase when we got onto the bridge and she squeezed my hand. We stopped at the top of the arch on the bridge and stood there watching the ducks swim by underneath it. “It’s getting cool outside, can you put your arm around me to keep me warm.” she asked. It took me all of two seconds to comply with her request and pull her close to me.


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