Emma's Adventure in Theatreland

Peter’s POV
Over the past few weeks I have been travelling a careful road between hell and heaven with Emma. After lunch and our first kiss causing such an intense reaction with her I have been really careful.

Her daughters have been great, helping me negotiate the way to her heart.

January is not a great month for activities, or so I thought. Fortunately Jo and Sam had loads of suggestions of things their mother likes to do.

I have taken her bowling; to see a Disney movie; we went shopping… ALL DAY... with her family; and took her granddaughter to Wiggles and Giggles, a soft play area for small children. In addition to coffee and lunch dates as often as I could. Nothing too heavy, everything to build trust.

Watching her with her children and grandchild filled my heart, imagining a little Emma or baby Peter in our future… I really want pups.

For Valentine’s Day I have set up a surprise for her, a weekend away for us in London.

This will be the first time we have spent so long alone, so a lot of careful planning has gone into it. We have tickets for Cats on Saturday night (Sam’s suggestion); and booked trips to the London Dungeon and the Eye during the day (Jo’s input). Emmas is working on Friday, and as it is a surprise, the plan is to travel down after work. I have secured two adjoining rooms in The Langham, with dinner booked in The Landau. We will travel back Sunday hopefully having moved our relationship onto the next level.
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Jo had packed Emma’s bag, and met us at the train station to give it to me.

‘Have fun mum,’ she laughed.

‘And don’t do anything I wouldn’t’ she followed that statement up with a lavish wink, making Emma blush.

We boarded the train for London and settled into our reserved seats. The carriage was quiet, although the stations were busy with people leaving the capital.

‘What’s happening Peter?’ she quizzed me.

‘I am taking you to London,’ I replied. ‘Jo and Sam have helped me plan a romantic getaway’

She looked pensive, slightly troubled.

‘I have booked us separate rooms’ I reassure her. ‘I know you aren’t ready yet’

‘Thank you,’ she whisper. ‘I’m sorry… just thank you.’
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We arrived at the terminus, and I hailed a black cab. Emma’s eyes were sparkling with excitement, peering out of the taxi window, trying to take in everything.

I found her excitement endearing, and was slightly disappointed when we pulled up in front of The Langham.

The Langham is a large impressive looking building. A brightly lit white portico welcomed us in. A doorman in a bowler hat and a blue coat opened the taxi door and assisted my mate out. He then arranged for our bags to be collected as we were ushered into the vast marble foyer.

Checkin was a smooth process, and soon we had keys to our respective rooms on the third floor.

The bellhop operated the lift for us.

‘I feel like royalty… a princess,’ Emma giggled to me. ‘This must be costing you a fortune’

‘You are my queen, Emma,’ I replied, grabbing her hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. ‘And this weekend you are going to be treated like one.’

The lift chimed to announce we had arrived at the third floor, and our feet sank into the carpet as we exited the lift.

The bellhop guided us and our bags to our rooms, and I tipped the man well as he left.

‘I have dinner reservations for downstairs in…’ I checked my watch. ‘53 minutes. And I was wondering if you would do me the honor of dining with me tonight?’

I smiled at her, and she blushed, a heat rising up from her chest and making her face glow.

‘I would love to,’ she respond. ‘Oh god, I hope Jo has packed something appropriate… this place is so classy.’

‘They have nothing on you, Emma,’ I kissed her hand… ‘we now have 51 minutes, so I will meet you here in 45.’
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I was ready to go in 20 minutes, and scanned the news channels as I counted down, trying not to distract myself.

Exiting my room with a minute to go, I moved towards her door and raised my hand ready to knock, just as she opened the door.

‘Impatient much,’ she laughed at me.

‘You look… stunning,’ I gasped. Struggling for words to express how beautiful she looked. Almost forgetting to give her the rose I had in my hand.

Dressed in a simple black dress, which had a net material covering her decollage and arms, with blue butterflies enmeshed with the net. Black stockings covered her legs, and black ballerina flats completed the ensemble. Her hair was pulled back from her face and held in a butterfly clip, with butterflies on her ears and at her throat continuing the theme.

I offered her my arm, and we made our way back to the lifts and downstairs to the restaurant.

You would think I would remember what I ate in a Michelin starred restaurant, but I can’t, there was probably steak, after all that is normally what I choose. Instead we talked and laughed in the glittering marble dining room. Her musical laughter accompanied by the sound of silverware on china.

It was late by the time we had coffee, and I was glad I had chosen to eat here. As the meal ended I escorted my queen back to our rooms.

We paused at our respective doors. ‘Thank you for a lovely evening,’ her eyes glittering with happiness, one hand raised to touch my arm. As if she didn’t want this evening to end either.

‘Glad you enjoyed it,’ the heat from her hand was driving me crazy. ‘Any chance of a goodnight kiss?’ I gambled.

‘Sure.’ She moved towards me, tiptoed and our lips brushed.

It wasn’t enough, it would never be enough. I pulled her into me, deepening the kiss, I could feel my dick growing hard.

‘Emma,’ I growled. ‘I want nothing more than to ravish you. Right here, right now. But you need to be sure. So go to bed… please… before I lose my self control.’

Her lips, swollen and red from the kiss we shared, replied in a husky whisper. ‘O-okay… Sleep well.’ And she vanished into her room.

I took a moment to gather myself before entering my own room. Then I headed straight to the bathroom for a cold shower.
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I was pleased that Saturday dawned dry, although the weatherman was forecasting snow later.

After breakfast we walked to Selfridges on Oxford Street to do some window shopping before getting the tube to Waterloo Station and strolling to The London Dungeon, then later onto the London Eye.

The dungeon was predictable, with people paid to jump out at us. Each time they did, Emma would squeal and jump towards me. Braon found this very satisfying. By the end of the tour Emma had entwined her fingers in mine, holding hands as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

The views from the London Eye were stunning, especially of Buckingham Palace and the Houses of Parliament. We shared our gondola with two other couples, so there was no opportunity to explore Emma’s growing confidence with me.

We returned to The Langham via a small Italian restaurant, where we ate our dinner. Emma had seafood pasta, and I had pizza. We shared a bottle of red. Feeling sinful at indulging so early, but the sun had set, and we needed to leave time to get ready for Cats.
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Once I was back in my room I got ready for the theatre, black skinny jeans, boots, a designer leather and a maroon shirt completed my ensemble.
Emma emerged from her room in a deep red dress, with a sweetheart neckline. The skirt grazed her knees, and the cute black wedge boots she was wearing made her a little taller.

‘Are you comfortable walking in those boots?’ I asked, as this was the first time I had seen her in any type of heeled footwear. ‘The theatre isn’t far, but maybe we should get a cab’

She reassured me she was fine, by, of all things, running the length of the corridor. She arrived back, flushed and giggling.

‘See, no problem,’ she laughed.

I shifted in my trousers uncomfortably, a semi had formed as I watched her fine ass retreat, and then her heaving bosom return.
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We walked back to the hotel from the theatre. I put my jacket and my arm around her. A fine snow was falling, muffling the city sounds, sparkling in the streetlights, a magical sight.

She was smiling, and almost dancing to the music from the show we had just watched. Well she had watched, I had spent the evening watching her. Glowing like a star, I wish I had met her years ago.

As on the previous night I asked for a goodnight kiss at the door. Again the kiss deepened, threatening my control.

‘Emma,’ I warned her.

She put a finger to my lips.

‘I know, Peter’ her voice husky with desire. ‘I don’t want to be alone, I want you….’ she started to blush and continued. ‘.... I want to be ravished by you’

She looked away, clearly embarrassed by her confession. But I was busy, fumbling for my door key as I swept her into my arms and into my room.