Scandalous in Belgravia – How a short trip for a stag party ended up with me spending a night with the bride-to-be and taking a walk of shame through a very nice part of London [MF]

*This story features my friend Liz,* [*check here for the history*](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/l5r8g3/the_very_best_of_british_hospitality_mf/)*. Sexy stuff below the line.*

After my first hookup with Liz, we continued to see each other every once in the while, either she would come to Zurich, or I would go to London, we would do some sightseeing, and mostly fuck a lot. A few months after our first hookup, she had started seeing another one of her local hookups more regularly, and it evolved into a serious relationship. I got to meet her boyfriend Chris when he came with her to meet me at the airport before one of our weekend romps I had tied to a business trip. Although Chris and I didn’t have the sort of chemistry that would lend itself to a threesome, we also got on great, and soon the visits changed from me seeing Liz for sex, to her and Chris hanging out with me and Anne. We worked great as couple friends, but there wasn’t the chemistry for any sort of group sex or swapping, so Liz and I had an unspoken agreement to set our sexual relationship aside and just enjoy a good friendship. It was a little bit of a strange way to make friends, I suppose, but we did enjoy hanging out together, and, once Liz and Chris got engaged, we were delighted to come to their wedding.

But, a few months before the wedding, I got a message from Chris inviting me to his stag party. Really, how could I say no to that? Since it was at a busy time, I decided to just make this trip as lean as possible, getting tickets in an out of Heathrow on consecutive days, landing in the morning, leaving early in the next morning. I arranged for a hotel in Belgravia with my traveler’s points, located about a mile from London Paddington, so I wouldn’t need to rely on the early morning public transit schedule – I could just hop straight on the first Heathrow Express and go. I did not even pack a toothbrush, planning on snagging a travel kit either at the hotel or on the plane. That was the plan – show up, party, crash naked, wake up, make myself passable and wear the same clothes back home. All I brought with me was a passport and wallet. As was my habit, I also sent Liz a message telling her I would be in London, and she replied “I have no idea why. :)” Oops.

The stag party began at an axe-throwing club. Chris had wisely decided that the “ballistic” events would be before any drinking. We had a lot of fun, and moved on to a lunch at a restaurant on the Thames at a place with a deep gin and tonic menu. Again, a great, fun environment, and we transitioned to a pub crawl, going to a speakeasy, and another pub, and generally good, clean fun. As I texted with Liz a bit during the day, she explained that she and Chris had mutually agreed to keep clear of the strip clubs (I gathered, mostly for budgetary reasons) and we were just going to stick with the pub crawl and a few other games and silliness. In all honesty, that was perfectly fine with me as I didn’t feel like spending that night protecting my wallet from a bunch of people who have mastered the art of extracting cash from inebriated revelers, as much I was curious to see British strip club culture once.

Around 8 or 9 we were at a club with a small dance floor, and I was starting to drift a bit. At one point, the DJ started playing the latest Justin Bieber song, and I heard the club fill with squeals of delight of people who wanted to dance to that, and I suddenly realized I was too old to be here. I just felt my energy level plummet and the alcohol catching up to me. We had already lost about a third of the original crew, so I decided to say my goodbyes and head over to the hotel before the Tube started shutting down lines and I lost a fortune on a cab. Although they put up a bit of a fight for me leaving, it was clear that the plans for the rest of the night were no different, and there wasn’t an ace in the hole I would be missing, which was fine with me. I had had a really good day and evening with everyone. I sent off a message to Liz, letting her know I was headed to my hotel for the night, but that Chris was in good hands with his babysitters.

“Turning in early?” she teased.

“Yep. Have to catch the first express back to Heathrow. But it was a fun trip.” I typed back.

“Where are you staying?”

“Close to Paddington. Not getting caught by the morning schedule again!”

“How posh! Which place?”

“Not THAT posh.” I mentioned the hotel and the distance of the walk.

“Interesting…” she said. At this stage, even though we hadn’t hooked up in a while, I knew that tone of text a mile away. We still flirted now and again.

“Not when it’s just me it won’t be.” Go on…

“Are you still up for some company, or are you done for the day?” she asked.

“If it’s you I will be plenty up for company. Just tell me where.” I offered.

“I’ll meet you at Paddington.” she said.

“Done. Heading into the tube now. Let me know exactly where.” With that, my cell reception dropped and I started working feverishly to clear my head. The ride took what felt like forever, and when I got there, I made my way upstairs to where I had reception as fast as possible. Thankfully, I got the message in an instant, and I met her by the cab stand. She greeted me with a hug. “So, are you up for a drink?” I asked.

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“Not really. I was just thinking I would walk you back to your hotel room.” She smiled, and I took her hand and we started walking through the nice park along the main street in the Belgravia neighborhood. We caught up a bit, and talked over the events of the day, and found the hotel reasonably quickly. I checked in, and managed to get a couple toothbrush kits from the front desk and made my way up the winding staircase to my room, which was, to be honest, an enhanced closet in the attic, with a small desk fan in lieu of an air conditioner, and a twin bed. I opened the window, and turned around to find Liz immediately in front of me and pulling my face to hers for a kiss. I pulled her hips against me and we continued making out in the tiny space next to the bed. She immediately pulled my shirt from my trousers and lifted it up, and I pulled it the rest of the way off. Her hands splayed flat against my chest, before she started kissing my bare skin there.

“mmmm, I love how tall you are.” (Her fiancé is shorter than her, and considerably shorter than me.) She started to kneel, but instead sat on the bed as she started undoing my belt. As she made quick work of my trousers, she pulled everything down to my ankles while I tried to step out of my shoes. While this was still happening, I felt her mouth on my semi-hard member. I looked down at the top of her her head turning into my stomach as she worked up and down. As I got to a full erection, her hand joined the party, and I enjoyed the view of her engagement ring working me up and down. Her mouth pulled off as she kept stroking. “You like seeing my ring, don’t you?”

I sighed. “You know me too well.” She actually laughed out loud at that, then sat back and took her jacket off, then peeled her tank away, leaving her black lace bra holding her legendary bust in place. I reach down to fondle her and she pushed my hands away. Liz has a plan tonight. Her mouth went back to work on me, and I could see her switching to longer motions and harder sucking. This was what she did when she wanted to make me orgasm. This wasn’t the easiest thing for me to do while standing, but knowing her intent did a lot to get me there, and in a few minutes I started to breathe out that I was coming. She kept going, and then, just as my body started to tense, pulled off, letting my spurt on her neck and chest – and spurt I did, over and over, to the point I was almost embarrassed how much was coming.

“Jesus, has it been a while for you?” she laughed as she scurried over to the bathroom to tidy up before the mess spread to her bra. I stood there in the middle of the narrow room, my pants around my ankles, before realizing this wasn’t a site anyone wanted to come back to, so I quickly finished getting naked and darted under the covers and positioned myself against the wall to give her as much room as possible. She came back out and saw me in bed, then pulled her own trousers off, joining me wearing just her matching bra and underwear, spooning in front of me, and putting my hand on her breast. I marveled a bit at seeing how she overfilled even my big hands. (while I normally go for the smaller chested-women, something about Liz always just did it for me.) I leaned down and kissed her neck and she moaned a bit, shifting and stretching out to expose more of her neck to me. I continued kissing along her neck as I caressed her breast, find her nipple through the bra and rubbing it. I started to feel her hips shifting against me as this escalated. I slid my hand down her stomach under her underwear, and her legs parted as I found her completely soaked. Her clitoris was already throughly slick, and I found the motion right under her piercing and she started to really moan and move into it for a bit, before pushing my hand away and dispensing with her underwear.

She gave me a helpful shove as I worked out how to arrange ourselves so I could position my face between her legs with the rest of my body in the room. That job done, I slid a finger inside her as I started to lick her clit. Though it had been a few years, I still knew exactly what to do, as she sighed happily. Her body seemed to relax as she turned herself over to my capable ministrations, sliding the flat of my tongue back and forth across her clit, rather than flicking it, my finger curling inside to find just the right spot for pressure. I found the rhythm of her breathing and body again right away. Like hearing my favorite story told at Christmas again, I watch the ritual of the orgasm unfolding on her body, the film of sweat breaking out, and her her moans reaching that crescendo I know so well. She came, and hard, on my hand and I kept giving her just that extra bit of stimulation to keep in going, and the orgasm seemed to stretch out for minutes. As she finally started to pass the peak, and her body became too sensitive, she pulled on my shoulders. I gracefully slid up her body to face her, the fabric of her bra pressing against my chest, and kissing her lips, her legs wrapped around me, me lying on her wetness. She began to work her legs up and down, stroking my half erection against her wetness.

At some point after our first date, we had stopped using protection (she had an IUD, and I’m snipped, and we were both tested) so we both knew what was next. I started grinding against her, as I felt my erection growing in the space between us. As I got hard enough, I slid my hips down a bit, adjusting the position, and she moved as well, positioning herself just so…and then pushing into her body. She moaned out loud as she felt herself stretching around me, but just pulled me in all the way, kissing my neck and chest as her body adapted to my size. I waited, feeling her start to relax a little as I moved out and then in, pressing my hips down so my pelvis pressed against her clit at the end of each stroke. In this slow, steady motion, replacing speed with power and grinding hard against her, she writhed against me, meeting each push, each time moaning a little louder and little higher pitch. We both knew this motion, and knew I would keep it up through the slow-building orgasm that would come, and she focused on it, holding me tight as we moved together, her cries escaping the tiny attic window as we wrenched another orgasm out of her body.

As she came down from it, I pulled out of her, and told her to roll over. “Oh yes,” she breathed. I knew this was her favorite position with me, as she quickly propped her hips up on her knees and presented herself on all fours. I looked down at her pale skin, and decided that stripe of a bra breaking it up needed to go, so I popped the clasp on it and she quickly fished it off her shoulders. I took her hips with one hand, and with the other guided myself in. She sighed happily as I entered her body again, and then, as I grabbed her hips with both hands, I pulled her back against me. We were done having sex – this was time to *fuck*. The was no complexity or art to what happened next. I jerked her hips back and forth and thrust against her, trying hit as hard and deep as I could every time, knowing this is what she liked. She never really came from this, but just loved how it felt to get fucked like this. I certainly didn’t mind. I watching her body stretched out before me as I pounded away, and she tried to mona, but her moans were getting broken up by the impact of our bodies against each other over and over. Since I had already come once tonight, I knew that I could stretch this out, but after five or ten minutes I decided to make a small change. I pulled out and told her to wait while I grabbed our two belts off the floor. I looped one over each of her shoulders, like a horse’s reins, and then grabbed them as I positioned myself back inside, resume the fucking with a new violence. Liz loved every second of it as I attacked her body from within and behind, ramming over and over. In a few minutes, I started to feel that electrical buildup inside, and I told her I was going to come. There were no words as much, just more moans and a nod as I thrust away, pounding inside until I felt myself start to spurt, and I planted myself as deep as I could inside and pulsed away, filling her up before we both collapsed on the bed, and I slipped out.

I don’t remember too clearly how I fell asleep, but it was still dark when she woke me up, her hands around my already-erect member. They were shortly replaced with her mouth. We shifted around in bed so she could suck me properly, but that only went a minute before she turned around and straddled me, guiding me inside her. Almost automatically my hands went to her chest, trying to cage her breasts in my hands as she started to grind on me. It wasn’t long before I heard the alarm on my phone. She stopped for a moment. “What’s that?”

“That’s my alarm. I need to go shower and head out to the station.” Her face went sour, and she sat down on my hips harder, with me still inside her. I reached over and silenced the alarm. “fuck it…” I said, grabbing her hips and thrusting from below. She went back to work and we started working quickly, desperately wanting this one last orgasm together. I knew I could catch up to her, so I did everything I could to hold back and make sure she got off, and she moved her hips against me, lowering her chest to my face to lick her nipples as she ground away. Very quickly I heard her tell me she was starting to come, and I focused on my own pleasure then. As she started to contract and tighten on me, I felt my orgasm start, and I finished inside her just as she starting to come down from the peak.

“Right, clean up,” she said, and darted to the bathroom. I checked the timetable, and decided I would be cutting it close. I knocked on the door.

“I’m short of time, so I’m going to get dressed. You can stay and shower if you want,” I said.

The door swung open. “Nope. I’ll walk with you.” We hurriedly toweled off some key parts, brushed our teeth and straightened our hair as best we could. Liz grabbed her underwear and shoved it in my pocket before we left with a grin, and walked down to the front desk, to drop the keys off, still looking pretty much like two people who had fucked all night wearing yesterday’s clothes.

“Hope you had a pleasant stay,” the desk man said automatically, before realizing the obvious. We just laughed and heading out, dawn now truly broken in London as we walked through the lovely neighborhood to the station, arms around each other’s waist. The various people walking their dog and getting their morning jogs in looked at us with smirks as we made our way to the station.

I looked at Liz. “Well, I guess I’ll see you at the wedding next month.” She laughed and gave me a kiss on the lips before pushing me towards the turnstiles for the Express. I got on the train and passed out almost instantly, waking up at Heathrow, then again at the gate, on the plane, and on the train home. By the time I got home, I felt almost human again, but in desperate need of a shower and a change of clothes.

And a place to keep the bride’s underwear.

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