Jim was more than happy to oblige.
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Chapter Two
On the Tuesday evening, Sophie decided to tell Jim she’d made arrangements to get things started with G-J. They were sitting on opposite sofas in their living room.
“Would it be okay with you if I go away this weekend?”
Jim looked up from his phone, a knowing smile on his face. “Is this the start of your sexploits?”
“Sexploits?” She was relieved he was making light of it.
He shrugged. “What would you rather I called it?”
“Something else. How about ‘my road trip’?”
“You probably won’t be spending much time driving. How about ‘Around the World in Eighty Lays?”
“Fuck off!” Sophie giggled. “I want it to sound more sensual. I want to sound more sensual.”
Jim sat forward. “Global slut?”
“Bastard!” But something about that made her smile. “I like the ‘global’ part.”
“Global plaything.”
Jim looked pleased with himself, but she didn’t want to feel like she was simply a plaything for men to use while others watched—even though in reality that’s probably what she was. But this was as much about what she wanted as it was about G-J’s voyeuristic pleasures.
“Why don’t we refer to it as me going to have fun in my global playground?”
Jim laughed out loud. “Yeah, and you can describe how all the sixth-formers pulled your knickers down behind the global bike-sheds.”
Sophie stood and walked over to sit beside her husband, wanting physical closeness while they discussed her plans. “I’ve emailed G-J and explained what we agreed, saying I wouldn’t want to go somewhere and then have to refuse to take part because I didn’t like the idea of it.”
Jim watched her face, nodding his understanding.
“He assured me he wouldn’t want me to do anything I was uncomfortable with.”
“Good.”
“So he suggested I travel to see him in London to chat about what he has in mind.”
Jim frowned. “Why can’t you go to his mansion?”
“That’s what I said, but apparently he has business meetings to attend there all week, and also over the weekend.”
“Okay. Yeah, it’s fine with me. Will you drive or take the train?”
Sophie smiled and shook her head. “No, his is a different world to ours. His driver will pick me up from here and drive me to the airport. I’ll be flying down in a private plane.”
Jim’s jaw dropped. “He has his own plane?”
“I don’t know if it’s actually his plane, but he said he’d make sure it’s available on Saturday. Maybe he’s just trying to impress me, and for the next trip I’ll be flying coach-class on Sleazy Jet.”
“Yeah.” He slipped his arm around her shoulders. “So, will you be doing anything for him to watch?”
“I don’t think so. We’re going to discuss what sort of things he has in mind, and I’ll tell him which of those I’d agree to.”
Jim’s expression was hard to read, which worried her a little.
She placed her hand on his leg. “Are you sure you’re still okay with this?”
“Yeah, yeah. We’ve already agreed it’s something we both want.” He tipped his head to one side. “Are you excited about it?”
Sophie held his gaze for a few moments, then nodded. “Yes, but I don’t think anything will happen this weekend.”
Jim shook his head. “If you were only discussing things, you could do it over the phone. Or by email. He wants you there for a reason.”
Sophie considered this, and thought he was probably right. A warm tingling sensation started between her legs.
They spent the rest of the evening watching TV, and the London trip wasn’t mentioned again. They went to bed shortly before eleven and when Jim didn’t pick up his book, Sophie knew he had other things on his mind.
When the lights went out she slid her palm over his stomach, and his hands were suddenly all over her. She slipped off her panties and pulled him on top of her. They made love in relative silence. It was slow, gentle and tender. She moaned quietly when she came, and he increased the speed of his thrusts slightly, letting out a long sigh as he came.
They held each other for several minutes afterwards. It had been a long time since they’d made love like that, and Sophie wondered why tonight had been this way. She hoped it was a good sign.
* * * *
Twenty minutes before the car was due to pick her up on Saturday morning, Sophie was still trying to decide what clothes to pack in her overnight case. She really had no idea where she might be going later, so in the end she took a nice dress and also a skirt and blouse. She’d decided to wear some of her work clothes for the journey—smart black trousers, white blouse and a jacket.
She found Jim in the living room, reading the news on his tablet.
He smiled appreciatively. “Wow, don’t you look like the high-flying executive.”
“Thanks. I thought I’d better not wear my miniskirt and crop top in case the pilot got the idea I was a hooker.”
He laughed. “Do you want a cuppa before you go?”
“No ta. Will you be okay?”
“I think I’ll manage to get through the weekend without you telling me what needs doing.”
The grin on his face was very reassuring. She started to relax a little more. “I could leave you a list of jobs, in case you can’t think of anything to do…”
“Thanks, you’re very kind.”
Sophie bit her lip. “Do you want me to ask Sara to call and see you?”
He looked up, a little shocked. “I’m sure I’ll be fine, but thanks.”
“I just feel—”
“It’s fine, Soph. We’ve talked about this, and you don’t need to feel guilty.” He smiled. “Nor do you have to arrange to get me laid in return for you having fun.”
Sophie laughed. “I’ll tell her you turned her down.”
Jim brow furrowed. “Does Sara know about your arrangement with G-J?”
“She knows something’s going to happen.”
“Does she know it’s starting today?”
“No, I’ve not spoken to her since last week in the park.”
“So how much does she know?”
“Just that G-J’s asked if I’d like to accompany him on some trips, with the understanding that he can watch me enjoying anything I get up to.”
Jim looked thoughtful. “What did she say?”
Sophie grinned. “I think she was more than a little jealous.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure that sort of arrangement would have been something Sara wouldn’t have minded being involved in.”
“It’s exactly the sort of—” Sophie saw a black Mercedes stop at the end of their drive.
Jim followed her gaze through the window and then stood up. He squeezed her arm and kissed her gently on her cheek. “Okay, have a good trip.”
Sophie looked into his eyes, felt a fluttering in her stomach. She was nervous.
Jim picked up her bag and walked her to the door, where the driver was now waiting. Jim handed the bag over and the driver headed down the drive, leaving the couple to say their goodbyes.
Sophie looked at Jim. “So, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He nodded and stroked the side of her face. “Have fun.”
She forced a smile. “I’ll try.”
She walked towards the car, wondering if any of their neighbours were watching. She smiled at the thought of them thinking she was travelling on business, and wondered what they’d say if they knew what she’d really be doing. Climbing into the car, it occurred to her that she had no idea what she’d actually be doing.
The journey to London was surprisingly short. The car took her to a private carpark at the airport. She never went near the main building or departure lounge, but instead was l
ed to a low building where she was served coffee and pastries. A little later she was escorted across the tarmac to a small white jet with four circular windows on the side. A hostess greeted her at the bottom of the short steps. The door to the cockpit was closed so Sophie had no idea if there were one or two pilots on board. The cabin was plush, with the leather seats arranged to face each other. Sophie chose to sit facing forwards, and once they were airborne she was offered drinks or coffee, but declined. She browsed through a couple of magazines without really taking anything in, and it wasn’t long before the stewardess came to say they were beginning their descent.
On landing, Sophie saw they’d flown to a small airfield, rather than a major airport. A car was waiting and the driver informed her it would be a short trip to the restaurant where she’d be meeting G-J for lunch. They were on the M25 for only a couple of miles before they headed towards the city. She checked her watch as they pulled up outside a restaurant in Canary Wharf. It was less than ninety minutes since she’d walked out of her own front door.
A good-looking young man in a white shirt and black tie showed her to a table near the back of the restaurant. G-J was already seated and stood as she approached. He took her hand, shaking in a quite formal way, and she wondered if this was natural for him, or whether he was trying to convince the waiter Sophie was a business associate. She ordered a glass of white wine and the waiter retreated, leaving her alone with G-J.
“How was the trip down?” He was smiling, and his blue-grey eyes seemed to sparkle.
“It was really nice, thank you. I’ve never flown in a private jet before.” Although she didn’t want to come across as being easily impressed, she certainly had no intention of hiding her delight at the way she’d been treated.
He nodded. “Well, I think it’s good to have new experiences every once in a while.”
Sophie held his gaze, catching on to his hidden meaning. “I agree.”
A waitress delivered Sophie’s drink and left.
Sophie raised her glass in a toast. “To new experiences.” She saw G-J was drinking a colourless liquid with bubbles—possibly gin and tonic, or more likely carbonated water, since he had more business meetings after lunch.
G-J laughed, raised his own glass and touched it to hers. “To you, Sophie.”
Just then a waitress approached. He leaned back to allow her to place the plates on the table.
He thanked the waitress and then looked at Sophie. “I hope you don’t mind, but I took the liberty of ordering for both of us. I have limited time, and the traffic into the city is unpredictable so didn’t want to wait.”
“That’s fine, this all looks fabulous.” She stared at the plates on the table. It was some sort of banquet—small portions of a wide range of fish, crab and lobster surrounded by salad and several small jugs of different sauces.
“I hope you like seafood?” He looked a little concerned.
Sophie nodded. “Oh yes, but please tell me this isn’t just a starter.”
He smiled. “You can eat as much or as little as you please. We have a reservation for dinner tonight, so leave room for that.” They ate in silence for a short time, and then he looked at her. “So, you wished to discuss details?”
She assumed this direct approach was the way he conducted his business dealings. She smiled but shrugged slightly, a little defensive. “I don’t know if I want to discuss the exact details, but I think it would be best if I knew what sort of things I will be expected to do.”
He held eye contact for a few seconds, and then nodded. “Yes, I can see you’d want to know. Although I’ve had a few ideas, I haven’t got the full list yet. Do you want me to tell you what I have in mind at the moment?”
Sophie shook her head. “No, I think I’d like them to be a surprise. But I just want an overview of what’s expected.”
G-J frowned. “Do you mean what sort of things I want to see?”
“Yes, exactly.”
“Well, I’d like to see more of what I watched you do at my house-party.”
Sophie checked that none of the other customers were close enough to hear their conversation. “You mean be with more than one man at a time?”
He raised his eyebrows and nodded. “Sometimes. Is that a problem?”
She shook her head. “No, not at all. I like having more than one man at a time.”
“What about women?”
Sophie half-closed her eyes in what she hoped was a sexy way. “I like having women, too.”
“So…are you racist in any way?” G-J seemed to be scrutinising her.
Sophie sat back, a little shocked and indignant. “No, certainly not!”
“You’d have no qualms about having sex with men of different ethnicities?”
“No, of course I wouldn’t.”
He nodded, then looked puzzled again. “Forgive me, I’m just trying to understand… what sort of things were you thinking of when you said you wanted to discuss details?”
Sophie checked the neighbouring tables again, then leaned forward to whisper. “I don’t want to get pissed on.”
His eyes opened wide. “Of course you don’t. Why would you?”
“And I don’t want to get whipped, or walked on a leash like a dog.”
He started to laugh. “I’m glad to hear it.”
“I don’t find the idea of pain to be sexy in any way.”
Placing his hand on hers, he smiled. “I wouldn’t ask you to do any of those things. One of the best things about watching is sharing people’s enjoyment, so if you don’t get pleasure, neither do I. I don’t enjoy seeing women being forced to do things against their will. None of the things you’ve described are on my agenda.”
Sophie nodded, relieved. “Thank you. My only other concern is about safe sex.”
“Obviously, and that’s very important. I can guarantee you that each and every person you have relations with will have had a full health check. I’ll be able to vouch for them one hundred percent, otherwise they won’t go anywhere near you.”
Sophie stared into his eyes. She wondered whether to mention condoms, but thought he’d been so adamant that she could believe him. She smiled.
“Are there any other issues you have about our adventures together?” There was a hint of amusement in his smile.
Sophie shook her head. “No, I think we’ve covered all my concerns.”
“Good. Now let’s finish lunch before I have to go back to work.” He raised his glass to his lips and took a sip. “I apologise for my meetings, but I’ll try and finish as early as possible so we can relax before we go to dinner.”
Sophie nodded, her mind racing as she tried to imagine if his idea of relaxation involved her performing while he watched.
“In the meantime,” he continued, dabbing his mouth with a serviette, “you will be taken to the hotel I’ve booked.”
Sophie noticed he didn’t mention if he would be staying at the same hotel.
They chatted about her previous trips to London while they finished the rest of their lunch, but he received a phone call before Sophie had finished her wine. He apologised and left the table to take the call, coming back only briefly to explain he had to leave.
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The hotel was a short drive from the restaurant. The driver opened her door and offered to carry her bag, but Sophie smiled and said it was light enough for her to carry. She walked through the huge lobby, checked in, and was directed to her room on the seventh floor.
When Sophie pushed open the door her jaw dropped. The room was huge, with one entire wall fitted with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Thames. There was a queen-size bed and dresser to her left, and a leather couch and armchairs around a small coffee table to her right. She explored the suite. The bathroom was fitted with a whirlpool bath and separate shower cubicle. Walking over to the windows, Sophie instantly recognised Tower Bridge and the O2 Arena. The river was a dull grey, scattered with boats taking tourists to enjoy the sights of the city.
After unpacking her bag and hanging her clothes in the closet, Sophie took out her phone and snapped a couple of photos of the room, sending them to Jim with a couple of sentences saying she’d arrived safely. A few minutes later a guy from room-service turned up with a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket and a crystal flute. Sophie smiled, thinking she could really get used to this kind of treatment. She snapped a photo of the champagne bucket on the coffee table with the panoramic view in the background, and sent that to Jim as well. Then she sat down on the couch, slipped off her shoes and drank her champagne. Her phone rang about twenty minutes later. It was G-J.
“I just wanted to make sure that the room was to your liking.”
She could hear a playfulness in his voice. “The room is very much to my liking, as is the champagne you were kind enough to order. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I’ve just found out I have a short break in my agenda this afternoon, so I have a request.”
Sophie’s heart beat a little faster. “Oh?”
“Hmm. I’d like you to remove all your clothes except your shoes, then stand by the window.”
Her mind raced. “You want me to stand naked at the full-length window of a central London hotel, where anyone could see me?”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I want you to do.”
“Now?”
“If you wouldn’t mind. And put your phone on speaker so I can tell you when I see you.”
“See me?” Sophie looked around the hotel room, wondering if there were hidden cameras like in G-J’s mansion.
“I’m in an office on the other side of the river. I have a telescope aimed at your room, and will be able to see you from here.”
Sophie looked through the window, scanning the numerous buildings opposite. She had no way of knowing if G-J was telling the truth. But ultimately she knew it didn’t matter whether he was watching her or not—she’d do as requested. She flicked her phone to loudspeaker and placed it on the coffee table.
Undoing the buttons of her blouse, she slid it from her shoulders and dropped it onto an armchair. Next she undid her trousers and let them fall to the floor. Her bra and knickers quickly followed. She stepped back into her shoes and walked to the window.
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