The following morning, after a large breakfast and hot shower, Mick logged back on to fab, seeing a few more looks but no winks or messages, and logged off again.
His phone pinged with a text.
"Babe, there's a Boros in the city, could you pop in and buy me a new purse please! Have fun! S xxx"
Two birds with one stone he thought to himself and remembering that he'd looked in there yesterday. There was a few purses Samantha might like.
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Samantha looked at the string of messages she'd have to delete before Mick saw them in the morning.
The woman had agreed, after speaking to her on the phone, to go through with the plan.
She wasn't Micks usual "sort" but if he's being flirted with he's not likely to say no.
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Mick found the shop again around three in the afternoon, he wasn't in a rush and had decided to take things slow.
The pristine glass sparkled in the afternoon light, displays of the latest designer leather handbags, purses and even wallets caught his eye much as they had the previous evening.
Inside the whitewashed and chromed shop, with its almost overly bright lights, he looked around and noted that one of the shop staff was watching him.
She was in her early twenties, slim, and had a hint of India to her.
"Excuse me..."
"Yes sir?" despite the hint of India to her her accent was definitely local to the city.
"Is it ok to take a picture of a couple of bits? My partner isn't with me but if I could send her a picture of what she might want..."
"Sorry sir, company policy doesn't allow it.." she pointed to a sign by the front door he'd not noticed.
"Oh ok, no worries. It'll have to be a bit of surprise for her then.." he turned back to look at a few items before selecting a matching purse and handbag and taking them to the till.
Another woman joined him at the tills, waiting to be served after him.
He glanced at her.
Business woman, black low heels, stockings, a tan suede coat.
She was slim as well, light tawny blonde hair in a loose shoulder length cut, light red lipstick and a little eye liner.
He judged her to be in her early forties.
She looked at him, smiled.
"That's a lovely bag you've got there.." her accent was deeper than the local brogue. There was a slight huskiness to it.
"Thanks, its for my wife"
"I'm sure she'll love it" there was a hint of saucyness in her voice.
"She usually does" Mick replied
This earned a low and dirty chuckle from the woman.
After paying Mick was walking to the door and the woman caught up with with him.
"You look familiar.."
"I'm not from round here. Maybe you've seen me in some of the shops around here today?"
"Oh aye that could be it... But I never forget a face"
The sudden intrusive thought of this woman straddling his face, cunt rising and falling as he licked and probed at her filled his head.
"Well, have a fab time in Edinburgh.. Maybe see you around here again.." she kissed his cheek suddenly and turned to walk away.
The smell of her musky purfume hinted at roses and citrus
Bemused, Mick turned and walked back past some other shops, a lingerie boutique. The sight of the models wearing stockings made him think of the woman whose name he never got.
The thought of her slim legs either side his head as she rode his face caused him to stiffen just a little.
He found himself walking into the shop and browsing, becoming slightly aroused from all the advertising material that lined the walls.
He'd been browsing for maybe three or four minutes before he saw the woman come in.
Was she following him?
No, she was clearly shopping and he watched as she selected several items, the staff seemed to know her, clearly a local then.
He paid attention to what she was buying and after she left the shop he purchased a pair of suspenders from the same peg on the wall she had.
Light mesh with a flowery pattern tracing around the thighs.
The clerk put them in a small bag for him with the receipt and he left the store.
He was certain Samantha would love them.
With his shopping done he slowly wended his way back to the hotel, where in the bar he saw a familiar looking tan coat stood at the bar..
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--Well, big boy, how's your appetite?--
Photo attached.
Mick clicked the picture to enlarge it, forgetting that he was in a public place.
The woman, InvernessHottie, was pictured sat on a table. Naked, small breasts jutting upwards with hard nipples, arms behind her propping herself up. A dinner plate sat in front of her spread legs, knives and forks revealing the picture was taken in a moderately posh hotel with how many of each there were.
Her perfectly waxed smooth cunt lay hovering just above the plate, a small placard stated "Eat Up".
He marvelled at the picture of her before hitting reply, only to find she had replied again.
--So, I see from the profile that you're allowed to play alone with her permission. Shall I ring her and find out? Xx--
-I look forward to having you for dinner..-
Mick watched as she read the message, put the phone down on the table and took a few sips of her wine before picking the phone up again.
--Samantha says OK. There's things she won't do that you like and I happen to love them. Xx--
Mick had seen she hadn't called Samantha but she clearly had read the profile.
He quickly sent his wife a text.
"Babe, mind if I have some company tonight?"
The reply was quick.
"You're on holiday hun, what happens on holiday stays on holiday. Have fun!"
"Wish you could be here.. Would love to fuck you up against the windows at night.. Cum over your face infront of the bathroom mirror.."
"Well I wasn't horny but now I am! Have fun hunny!"
After the flurry of messages back and forth he felt better about the situation.
InvernessHottie would let him think he had permission from his wife when she had never gotten it.
Ok, he thought to himself, that's actually a really fucking hot thought. I'll play along with it.
-Dinner first or shall we just meet and eat..-
--Wine me, dine me, you know the rest I think
