rinse it thoroughly.’
To Victoria she said, ‘Come to the ladies room with me.’
Victoria knew better than to argue. She got up and followed Harriet to the toilets. Once inside Harriet crowded Victoria into a cubicle and wedged herself in behind her.
Victoria was worried. ‘What if someone sees us both in here?’
Harriet’s retort was less than sympathetic. ‘They’ll just think we’re having lesbian sex. If you’re so worried about what Mrs Grundy might think, stand on the toilet so there’s only one pair of feet to be seen. And do be quiet.’ As she spoke Harriet rummaged through her handbag, obviously in search of something. It turned out to be a dildo. From the expression on Victoria’s face she could tell that she considered it to be rather a large one. But she seemed more interested than afraid.
‘Lift your skirt, Victoria,’ Harriet ordered her.
Victoria obediently raised the tweed skirt to her hips. ‘Are you going to do me here?’ she asked with a slight quaver in her voice.
‘You’d like that, wouldn’t you? But I have something else in mind. Spread your legs just a bit more. Ah. That’s it.’ Harriet thrust the dildo slowly into Victoria’s sex. When it was fully home, she told Victoria to clamp down on it, so that it stayed in place when she let go. Once more Harriet dug into her handbag. This time she came out with a brief panty girdle. She helped Victoria to step into it, and then worked it up her legs and into place. It fitted her tightly. Her suspenders emerged from the leg openings and reached down to her stocking tops in a most erotic manner.
‘That will keep things in their proper place,’ she told Victoria. ‘It wouldn’t do to have that great thing fall out into the street for everyone to see. Modesty above all things. This way, it will be our own little secret. You do like secrets, don’t you?’
By way of reply Victoria shivered slightly and let out a little ‘ummmmh’, which could have been agreement or just a sigh of pleasure. She lowered her skirt as Harriet turned to let them out of the cubicle. Another woman entering at the same moment gave them a very queer look, but Harriet paid her no attention. Victoria blushed and looked away as she was led out with her elbow firmly in Harriet’s grasp.
The two women left the restaurant and went to the bus stop. Harriet considered and then rejected the idea of making Victoria wait longer by going shopping. It might be interesting to watch her restraining herself in public all afternoon, but that would take up too much time. Besides, Rachel was waiting.
All through the bus ride home Harriet was conscious of Victoria’s little squirmings and shiftings on the seat. At one point she raised her hand to her breasts, stopping just before she touched herself when she remembered they were in public. Harriet imagined her nipples were erect and in contact with the sharp prickers sewn into her bra. Her obvious agitation made Harriet smile to herself.
They got off and walked the short distance to Harriet’s house. Victoria was becoming more flushed in the face as she felt the dildo shifting inside her, and she was breathing raggedly by the time Harriet let them into the house. As Harriet closed the door Victoria gave a loud gasp. Harriet looked at her just in time to see her swaying on her feet. Victoria staggered over to the hall table and held on to the edge as if she were afraid of falling. She made a strangled squealing sound as she surrendered to the orgasm she had been suppressing all the way home. Her knees buckled suddenly, and for a moment Harriet thought she would fall down. But Victoria held on and remained on her feet.
Harriet finished locking the door, before taking a riding crop from the umbrella stand. Placing herself behind Victoria, she struck her squarely across the bottom. The force of the blow drove the breath from Victoria’s lungs in a hoarse groan which was definitely not a sign of pain. Victoria bent
To Victoria she said, ‘Come to the ladies room with me.’
Victoria knew better than to argue. She got up and followed Harriet to the toilets. Once inside Harriet crowded Victoria into a cubicle and wedged herself in behind her.
Victoria was worried. ‘What if someone sees us both in here?’
Harriet’s retort was less than sympathetic. ‘They’ll just think we’re having lesbian sex. If you’re so worried about what Mrs Grundy might think, stand on the toilet so there’s only one pair of feet to be seen. And do be quiet.’ As she spoke Harriet rummaged through her handbag, obviously in search of something. It turned out to be a dildo. From the expression on Victoria’s face she could tell that she considered it to be rather a large one. But she seemed more interested than afraid.
‘Lift your skirt, Victoria,’ Harriet ordered her.
Victoria obediently raised the tweed skirt to her hips. ‘Are you going to do me here?’ she asked with a slight quaver in her voice.
‘You’d like that, wouldn’t you? But I have something else in mind. Spread your legs just a bit more. Ah. That’s it.’ Harriet thrust the dildo slowly into Victoria’s sex. When it was fully home, she told Victoria to clamp down on it, so that it stayed in place when she let go. Once more Harriet dug into her handbag. This time she came out with a brief panty girdle. She helped Victoria to step into it, and then worked it up her legs and into place. It fitted her tightly. Her suspenders emerged from the leg openings and reached down to her stocking tops in a most erotic manner.
‘That will keep things in their proper place,’ she told Victoria. ‘It wouldn’t do to have that great thing fall out into the street for everyone to see. Modesty above all things. This way, it will be our own little secret. You do like secrets, don’t you?’
By way of reply Victoria shivered slightly and let out a little ‘ummmmh’, which could have been agreement or just a sigh of pleasure. She lowered her skirt as Harriet turned to let them out of the cubicle. Another woman entering at the same moment gave them a very queer look, but Harriet paid her no attention. Victoria blushed and looked away as she was led out with her elbow firmly in Harriet’s grasp.
The two women left the restaurant and went to the bus stop. Harriet considered and then rejected the idea of making Victoria wait longer by going shopping. It might be interesting to watch her restraining herself in public all afternoon, but that would take up too much time. Besides, Rachel was waiting.
All through the bus ride home Harriet was conscious of Victoria’s little squirmings and shiftings on the seat. At one point she raised her hand to her breasts, stopping just before she touched herself when she remembered they were in public. Harriet imagined her nipples were erect and in contact with the sharp prickers sewn into her bra. Her obvious agitation made Harriet smile to herself.
They got off and walked the short distance to Harriet’s house. Victoria was becoming more flushed in the face as she felt the dildo shifting inside her, and she was breathing raggedly by the time Harriet let them into the house. As Harriet closed the door Victoria gave a loud gasp. Harriet looked at her just in time to see her swaying on her feet. Victoria staggered over to the hall table and held on to the edge as if she were afraid of falling. She made a strangled squealing sound as she surrendered to the orgasm she had been suppressing all the way home. Her knees buckled suddenly, and for a moment Harriet thought she would fall down. But Victoria held on and remained on her feet.
Harriet finished locking the door, before taking a riding crop from the umbrella stand. Placing herself behind Victoria, she struck her squarely across the bottom. The force of the blow drove the breath from Victoria’s lungs in a hoarse groan which was definitely not a sign of pain. Victoria bent
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