Emily's day out - the fantasy continues

I put the tv on for the breakfast news – admiring the outfits (as always) of the presenters, watching how they crossed their nylon clad legs on the sofa – taking note of their shoes and makeup. I heard lots of movement in the flat, some giggling and eventually all six gurls were assembled in the kitchen for coffee and breakfast. I got a kiss from everyone, but a very lingering kiss from by American lover and my Scottish beauty. Today was going to be hard to keep myself undercover!

We eventually got ourselves ready for the day – taking an age, and I suggested we start with a tour of the historic sites of London – the Tower, Big Ben, Buckingham Palace, St Pauls and so on. As we stepped out of the front door, I felt a sense of liberation that finally Emily was in the real world as herself. Some anxiety too – as I’d be a tall boy, and as a gurl I was positively Amazonian, as we walked along to the tube station I noticed eyes looking my way (and in the direction of my gurlfriends) – the girls mostly smiled and went on their way oblivious, but in the boys’ faces I spotted a different look – one which suggested that we might have dialled up the sexy a little bit too much. Whilst I’d gone for the slouchy look, at, as had three of the others the other three were in heels, VERY short skirts and my darling scots lassie had the tops of her stockings showing!
I told them all that there was a lot of walking involved in the day, but they just laughed it off and carried on walking along, hips swinging in the morning sunshine.
We boarded the tube, and I sat opposite the girls in skirts, catching a glimpse of lace encapsulated clitty as one of them crossed her legs – eyes locked onto mine – she knew exactly what she was doing! The discomfort of getting hard while tucked was a new sensation and it took all my willpower to draw my eyes away – intently reading the advertisements above the seat. We got to Tower Hill and walked up into the fresh air to look at Tower Bridge and the tower of London. I laughed as some of my friends struggled in their heels on the Victorian cobblestone streets, enjoying theirs and others admiring glances at my bum as I walked ahead explaining what everything was.