With all family matters now largely resolved and going well I can turn my attention back to normal life and take advantage of the heatwave here in sunny swinging London. Yesterday was 34C here in the capital or about 93F. With the evening only falling to about 24C (75F), it was a perfect situation for Alice to try out her rarely used pink bikini; rarely used as it’s not always that hot here and also that it would probably attract some adverse attention if worn on the beaches of Europe. Or here for that matter.
So last night was a lovely balmy evening, the sky clear and dark permitting at least five stars to shine through the light and vehicle exhaust pollution of our wonderful vibrant lively metropolis. The peaceful distant yet strangely satisfying roar from the eight lane North Circular motorway which divides the inner and outer boroughs of East and North London providing a background buzz for the evening and a faint floating pervasive and penetrating odour of diesel fumes. The red evening buses carrying people back and forth passed the front of a typical North London suburban house. Typical in appearance but not in content. Behind the closed doors and curtained windows a truly lovely situation was developing. The future for all males.It was 8.30 pm and the lady of the house had arrived, chauffeured from the tube station by her obedient chauffeur, maid, wife, secretary and plaything. As the lady relaxed after a long day, eternally grateful to herself for her efforts and investment in time in retraining her erstwhile husband into her maid, wife, secretary, chauffeur and general plaything. It had paid off in full.
It was so important to capture to capture the images, for posterity (not our own direct descendants though, goodness no), of The Lady’s maid, wife, secretary, chauffeur and plaything; to record how she looked that warm sultry evening. Here she is. Look closely and you’ll see her boobs developing slightly now thanks to focused exercise and the top of her feminine pubic triangle showing above her bikini bottoms.
Delicious; I felt quite heady and it wasn’t just the wine.