Monday, 26 August 2019

August Bank Holiday

After what turned out to be a fairly hectic July in which I only spent one weekend at home, August has been much, much quieter.  Generally, for my particular industry, external influences such as holidays (school and otherwise) have an impact, making it one of the more sedate months.  It's impact personally on myself probably isn't as much as for some girls as I limit my visitors anyway, but it's still been a month to take it a little easier than usual.

Having said that, there is another downside to having a quiet month other than a slight drop in income - to be frank and unladylike, it means getting fucked a little less... which my body seems to recognise.  One regular visitor last week could possibly have left with not only a smile on his face but perhaps one or two scratch marks on his back as though he'd been mauled by a randy and ravenous tigress - which in a way he was.  We pretty much ravaged each other on my bed, alternating between me being on my back with my legs up around his neck so he could drill his hardness into me, finishing with me on all fours, watching each other in the mirror, my back arched to get his slick stiff shaft as deep has he could into my oiled and hungry pussy.  Ah, memories... we certainly worked up a sweat fucking in the afternoon's hazy humid heat.

One thing the weather didn't affect was an enjoyable night out at the 1970s-revival show Love Train, at Albert Hall in Manchester.  A chance to slip on some sparkles, high heels, and hit the floor to the sounds of the hot summer of the seventies - Bee Gees, ABBA, Heatwave, et al raised the temperature to 1976 levels, helped tremendously by a professional dance crew - one of which, a stunning blonde in a tight blue catsuit, showed pussy cleavage to die for.  I couldn't keep my eyes off her - it was a good job she was on the stage otherwise I'd have been finding out just how deep her love really was.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort -Love Train, Albert Hall, Manchester.
Apart from that, the pretty crap weather kept me indoors for the last few weekends.  However, with the reports looking good for the August Bank Holiday I took the chance to escape the city with friends - a trip we'd had to postpone a few weekends ago due the horrendous rainfalls which resulted in bridges collapsing in Yorkshire and of course Whaley Bridge dam coming close to failing. So, with a car-full of eager escapees, we hit the joyous M62 and headed for the hills - the Pennines first on the motorway, then, once past a backlog of traffic all aiming for the coast, into the Howardian Hills north of the old city of York.  Destination - Yorkshire Lavender, the lovely and snug lavender gardens at Terrington.

The weather reports were thankfully spot on - the sun was glorious, and up on the hillside with its stunning views over the Vale of York the breeze was certainly refreshing.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Yorkshire Lavender, Terrington.
Although just past their prime, the lavender and flowers were still beautiful and the colours magnificent.  Sadly, the strong breeze took away the pervading lavender scent of the hillside, but it was a small price to pay for the lovely and long-awaited sunshine.  And of course the bees and butterflies were still out in force (and, sadly, a few of the devil-spawn wasps).

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Yorkshire Lavender, Terrington.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Yorkshire Lavender, Terrington.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Yorkshire Lavender, Terrington.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Yorkshire Lavender, Terrington.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Yorkshire Lavender, Terrington.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Yorkshire Lavender, Terrington.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Yorkshire Lavender, Terrington.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Yorkshire Lavender, Terrington.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Yorkshire Lavender, Terrington.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Yorkshire Lavender, Terrington.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Yorkshire Lavender, Terrington.
Our driver for the trip was Transit-man, and old friend who has occasionally joined me in the bedroom for some extra workout activities, and I did take some delight in taunting him throughout the trip, including getting him to take a snapshot of my own flower and sheer panties in a discreet part of the gardens for my blog.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - a personal display.
Overall, we spent just over an hour in the gardens before having some lavender-infused treats and drinks in the tea room.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Yorkshire Lavender, Terrington.
Next stop - Harrogate, only a slight detour on the way home.  The sun was still bright and hot, and the old spa town sweltered in the heat.  It was a great day for just strolling, though, and I took the chance to pop into Suzy Hamilton's fabulous dress shop on Montpelier.  I fell in love with a bright red Classic Circle Kelly dress, perfect for wearing gorgeous vintage lingerie and stockings underneath, finished with high heels and gloves.  Mmmm... maybe a purchase for later in the year.

I had a look around the vintage shops too, before the fantastic red and black shopfront of Rose Velvet caught my eye.  An intriguing mix of victoriana, gothic and 1920s/1930s-inspired clothing, it was fabulous.  My eye was well and truly captured by some fetishistic and stylish leather gloves in the window, and I asked to try them on.  They were in a sale, reduced from £250 to £75... because they were tiny.  Luckily for me and my slender hands, they fit like.. well, a glove.  Transit-man, stood close by whilst I tried them on, was getting quite agitated and sweaty.  "Ooooh, these are so lovely and soft, have a feel..." I said, stroking my soft leather-clad Hands and fingers across his face.  I think he whimpered slightly, a hungry puppy wanting feeding.  I bought them of course, as it was like they'd been waiting for me.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - new leather gloves.
It was late afternoon when we finally headed back westwards, buoyed by a fantastic day out.  On our arrival into Manchester our co-travellers were dropped off first, then it was my turn.  Transit-man joined me 'for coffee' before heading home.. but I did think there was another motive.  "Those, er, gloves you bought... let's have another look at them..."  I slipped them on, and ran my fingers over his builders-calloused hands.  Of course, we had to 'anoint' them at that point.  I loosened his trousers, pulling them down past his knees.  Underwear next, and his hard cock stood as proud and stiff as a flagpole.

With my soft gloved hands I wanked him delicately, his cock straining with desire before he came, pumping heavy thick spunk over my black leather fingers.  Anointed, indeed.

Bees, Harrogate, Butterflies and Handjobs.  A fabulous Bank Holiday.



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