My cock was so hard by now. She must have felt it pressing against her. I lay her down on the desk, her legs still parted which made her tight little ...kirt ride up. I started to kiss her legs working higher and higher until i reached her knickers. She held my head and pressed it onto her damp pussy. I traced over her pussy through her knickers and started to taste her. Im getting hard now just recalling the memories. I left her for a moment, went and wedged a chair by the door. She had slipped. What time can you be here?’ ‘I can be there in an hour so what time would you like me to arrive?’ ‘Why don’t you plan on being here at 2:00 PM. Does that work for you?’ ‘Yes that’s perfect I’ll see you at 2:00 PM,’ Peggy agreed and then they hung up. Peggy had time to eat lunch and then change clothes. She did not want to walk through the hotel lobby looking like a hooker. After lunch Peggy selected one of her business outfits that she normally wore to the office. It still showed off her curves. Anyway, I was recently out clothes shopping for guy clothes (not for my sissy wardrobe), I went to a place near me in London Colney, as there were three big clothes retailers there, and it was close by me and easy to park. As normal, I had panties and hold ups on under my regular clothes. Id found a couple of nice polo shirts and some deck shoes, and wanted new jeans to finish off the outfit. I selected a couple of pairs and asked the shop assistant if it was ok to try them on. He was a French. She stood up straight and squeezed her tits, telling them that, unfortunately, it was going to be a "look but don't touch" afternoon. All three nodded in agreement - it was, indeed, unfortunate.The driver asked her if she came there often and she said she did, usually on weekdays. She said it was too crowded on weekends to get naked. He asked her if she enjoyed being naked and she said that she did, but it was always better if there was someone around who could enjoy her showing off. He.