Emily's day out - the fantasy continues

She grinned as she slipped the foot down my thigh, touching my bound up clitty with her feet – I could see she was enjoying me squirming in my chair stopping abruptly as the waiter brought our order.
By now it was pretty clear that there was not much walking left in the day, and the gurls agreed that they’d like to head to Knightsbridge to do some shopping; I suggested we grab a couple of taxis and head over to see what we could find.
In Knightsbridge, we headed for the familiar green doors of Harrod’s – a smile and tap of the cap from the doorman, we headed directly to the ladieswear department, and started browsing for some new clothes to wear. True to form I headed for the lingerie department, admiring the hideously expensive but exquisite silk and lace panties, an assistant approached and offered help, complimenting me on my figure! I picked out a few pairs of knickers and a very nice lace and silk negligée; taking my basket with me to the womenswear section, where the gurls were looking at very swish dresses and skirts. – I saw a lovely black pencil skirt; something I didn’t have in my wardrobe I picked up my size and headed for the fitting room. Once inside, I slipped off my leggings and unzipped the back of the skirt ready to try it on – suddenly I felt a hand on my sorely constrained clitty – shocked I looked around to see that my leggy Scottish princess had followed me into the room with a long ballgown in her hand. ‘shhhh’ she whispered with a finger on her lips as she moved forward and wrapped her arms around me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth and pressing her throbbing, wet, hard clitty into my thigh. I knew that my tucking wouldn’t stand this and felt my clitty come free of its confinement springing past the flimsy material and touching against her beautiful stocking clad thighs. I reached down and took hold of her feeling the pre-cum on my fingers as I grasped her and started to stroke – I felt her body tense as I did, and her kisses became more urgent.