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Day Thirteen Sunday
Nothing would have given me greater pleasure than to spend the whole day in bed making love to Shelly. When we awoke in each other's arms I gazed at her cherubic face in the semi-darkness. I found myself gently caressing her cheek with the palm of my hand. This soon brought her awake and she blinked her eyes a few times as she did so.
"Good morning." Shelly said to me. By way of a reply I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. She soon responded. We kissed and cuddled for a time before reality reasserted itself and we got up and made the bed. The two of us shared a wonderful shower and we lathered each other's bodies from head to toe. We dried off and with Shelly in her dressing gown and me in a bra and panties we ate a most delicious breakfast which Shelly prepared. I then dressed and with much reluctance we said our goodbyes, though not without exchanging contact details including Shelly's address in West London. I then set off on what would be my last full day on the road...
It was late afternoon when I reached Kew. By then I had decided, if this was going to be my last night on the road I really ought at least once to obtain lodging and sex, that after all had been Suzie's challenge to me and no matter how much sex I'd gotten these past two weeks, it could be argued that little if any of it met the criteria of the challenge. Ideally there would have been an LGBTQ pub in the area, but the last in this part of London had shuttered its doors some five years earlier in Richmond, so I was left with establishments that catered for people of all sexualities and genders. Additionally, it was a Sunday, albeit a Sunday in summer. It was a nice day and the cold snap we'd been enduring the past few days had ended, though thankfully it wasn't so oppressively hot I'd have trouble conducting my walk with my backpack. I settled on a pub called The Cricketers on Kew Green. It was a delightful place which I'd been to before, though not often enough that I'd be recognised by either the staff or clientele. David, Suzie's fiancé was waiting for me outside the pub. He sat at a plastic green table and had a rucksack with him. I'd come up with my plan whilst having a late lunch in Richmond and had phoned Suzie with the idea. Suzie and David would meet me at The Cricketers with a dress of Suzie's suitable for wearing out to a pub on a summer evening like this -- Suzie and I were the same height, build and bust-size -- and I would give them my door key and the backpack, minus items I'd need this evening and tomorrow and they would drop my backpack off at my place. Furthermore they'd stock up my fridge/freezer for me as I didn't really want to do food shopping when I got home tomorrow, nor venture from my flat until at least Wednesday.
Suzie had agreed and I popped to the House of Fraser on Richmond High Street before resuming my walk and bought a pair of 10 denier nude sheer-to waste tights. I'd hoped to find crotchless ones like Lydia's but alas.
"Hi David, where's Suzie?" I asked as I approached the pub.
"Hi Amy, she decided not to see you until tomorrow. Something about spoiling it if she saw you before you finished." David was thirty, tall, dark-haired, and not-unattractive. He and my sister had been a couple for about three years now and got engaged at Christmas. He handed me the rucksack. I checked inside to make sure it had what I wanted and satisfied, I transferred some of the contents of the backpack, specifically a bra, a pair of knickers, the tights I'd bought lunch time still in their packaging, plus my toiletries into the rucksack. I asked David to wait and nipped into the pub which despite the day of the week was busy. I jostled my way past people, taking note of anyone who caught my eye and went into the toilets.

Inside one of the cubicles I relieved myself and stripping naked took the tights out of the box. I inspected them for ladders and satisfied they were fine I balled them up and stepped into them, one leg at a time. The sheer nylon felt great against my skin and I inched them up to my waste -- sans panties. After making the necessary adjustments I applied anti-persperant to my arm-pits and a generous helping of perfume. Then came the dress, a pale-blue mini-dress without sleeves and almost backless. I finished off with trainers and after applying some make-up in the mirror