Sharing Nicely

by Blisse, Victoria

  “Flatterer.” I slapped his arm. He just shrugged and smiled. “All right, then, I tell you what. I’ll let you buy me something but then if I want to get something for myself you won’t insist on paying for it, all right?”

  Darren nodded once more.

  “Good, now where do you want to take me?”

  I was whisked down past Harrods and deeper into the exclusive shopping heart of Knightsbridge until we reached a very posh and frankly scary-looking shop.

  “Darren, I don’t know if they’ll have anything—”

  “Oh, trust me, they will.” He smiled.

  Hesitantly, I followed him in. If the models in the window were anything to go by I’d not get my left pinkie into any of the lingerie within, let alone the rest of my body.

  “Good afternoon, Margaret.” Darren greeted the shop owner with warmth in his gaze. “My friend is looking for a corset and matching items, what do you suggest?”

  I came under the probing gaze of the stern-looking older woman. My curves were assessed in short shrift.

  “Yes, I think she’d look good in the new style that’s just come in. Red, dark and sumptuous.” She walked out from behind her counter and over to one of the sparse displays. She pulled out a hanger and passed it to Darren.

  “Looks good. She’ll need to try it on,” he said turning the corset in his hands.

  Margaret nodded towards the cubicle at the back of the store. “Let me get the matching knickers and a nice pair of stockings for you to try on too.” She strode confidently to her stock and pulled out a few items. I didn’t think she looked at any labels before passing them over to Darren. “I’m out here if you need any help or a second opinion.”

  “Thanks, Margaret.” Darren grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the changing room. It was a large cubicle, the walls covered in sumptuous gold fabric. I felt like I’d entered a harem. A classy, scroll-framed mirror stood in one corner and a seat was placed diagonally opposite it. Darren sat down.

  “You’ll have to take all your clothes off,” he said with a smirk, “to try these on properly.”

  “Oh, I will, will I?” I shook my head teasingly. “Dirty old perv.”

  “Less of the old,” he crowed. “Now get your clothes off. I can’t wait to see you in this.”

  Funnily, I didn’t even think to disobey his command, because I wanted to do it. Teasing Darren with my nakedness in semi-public thrilled me.

  Eagerly I pulled off my T-shirt and my shoes and jeans followed suit. My cheeks filled with heat as I stood before him in just my underwear but his appreciative nod urged me on. I could feel the lust building in him, I could see it in how tensely he sat in the chair.

  I removed my bra, slipping the straps from my shoulders at the same time that I unfastened the back latch. I felt the cool air on my skin as I rolled down my knickers. I was completely naked with nothing more than a curtain or two separating me from a very public shop.

  “Stunning,” he gasped.

  “I’ve not put it on yet,” I giggled, wiggling from side to side and sliding my hands across my body to shield it.

  “I know.” He stood and whisked me into his arms to kiss me. I was very aware of our surroundings at first but soon I melted into the passion of his kiss. He could have fucked me right then and there and I would have let him but he pulled back and let out a shuddering breath.

  “The corset,” he said and turned to pull it down from its hanger. He worked diligently with competent fingers to press me into the garment and fasten it. I was stunned at how well it fitted. I hadn’t told Margaret my size, she’d only looked at me. I also wondered how many other women Darren had cinched into such garments—he certainly seemed well practised at it.

  “Stunning.” He stood back and admired me. My breasts stood up proud and boiled over the top of the soft silk that covered my waist and pulled attention to my ample hips. I gripped my fingers around my waist, amazed by how slim it seemed. The garment held me in tightly but not uncomfortably. I could get used to wearing it, I was sure.

  Once again Darren pushed himself up against me. His mouth ravaged mine and his hands ran freely up and down my body. I responded with gusto at first. I felt sexy and was incredibly turned on but when I felt the silken wall behind me and I realised where we were I stiffened in fear. I heard voices in the shop. Relief swept through me. Margaret would be distracted for a while serving them and wouldn’t be listening to us.

  Darren pulled me back towards the armless chair. He sat back on it, opening his trousers to reveal a naked and eager cock beneath. My eyes widened and I started to shake my head, but the lust in his eyes tallied up with that which pulled in the bottom of my stomach and I walked towards him.

  He freed a condom from his pocket—the man was well prepared—and sheathed himself. He spun me round and pulled me down into his lap, my back to him. I hovered just above him. He manoeuvred his erection until it pressed at my wet entrance. Nothing but a kiss and I was already soaked wet and eager for him.

  I slid down over his thick manhood with little problem. I sat still for a moment. He wrapped his arms around me and stroked at the exposed areas of my breasts as I started to move up and down. All the time I was alert to noises outside the changing area. The voices were still mumbling, I couldn’t tell what was being said, they were too far away and I was distracted by the harsh panting of Darren’s breath merging with mine.

  While I rode him he followed the contour of my waist and lower with his fingers until they dipped between my thighs and found my clit. I whimpered and bit my lip. Orgasmic pleasure coursed through my veins. At any moment we could be caught. I couldn’t scream or moan, I had to stay quiet. It was torture. I wanted to be noisy, to roar out my pleasure, but I couldn’t or we’d be discovered.

  I came sharply, my teeth clamped into my lower lip painfully holding in the shout of delight that so wanted to echo around the silken confines of the little room. He shook and stilled moments later, his face pushed up against the line where the fabric met my flesh. When we pulled apart I could see the red line imprint that the force of our coupling had left.

  “We better hurry,” he whispered. “Margaret will be suspicious.”

  He helped me unfasten the garment after freeing the condom from his cock and making himself presentable once more. When he unlaced me he started talking again but in a louder tone.

  “Yes, that looks lovely, we’ll have these.”

  “Okay,” I replied, then whispered the rest. “But I didn’t try them all on.”

  He shrugged and I pulled on my underwear. “They’ll fit perfectly, Margaret has a good eye.”

  He was right, Margaret did have a good eye. She’d picked out the perfect corset for me at a glance. I didn’t imagine some knickers and stockings would stump her. Soon enough I was dressed and out in the stark brightness of the shop. Margaret’s other customers had left and she was behind the till, beaming.

  “Were they all right for you then?” she asked, politely.

  “Fitted perfectly,” I declared, trying hard not to look embarrassed. My cheeks heated anyway but I tried not to look down guiltily. I met her stare.

  “Absolutely spot on,” Darren added. “Thank you, Margaret.”

  “My pleasure,” she replied, taking the proffered credit card from Darren’s hand. As the transaction worked she wrapped my purchases in tissue. I just wanted out of the shop. Could she smell the sex on us? Did we look rumpled and sexually replete? A lady who could pick out a corset for a woman at first glance would obviously be able to spot the signs of a couple who’d had nookie in her changing room. I squirmed from foot to foot, uncomfortably aware of my damp underwear and the warm tingle left over from my recent orgasm.

  “I hope you continue to enjoy your purchases.” Margaret passed the bag to Darren. “Thanks for visiting.”

  “Always a pleasure,” Darren replied with a wink. “Goodbye, Margaret.”

  “Do you think she knew what we were up to?” I asked Darren when we
were farther down the street. He shrugged.

  “If she did, she didn’t care.”

  “You are a bad influence on me.” I shook my head and groaned. “I’ve just had sex in a fancy boutique!”

  “So did I,” he sang, “and it was glorious.”

  The rest of the shopping trip was less eventful. We finished with a lovely meal and he left me at my front door with a kiss and several bags filled with goodies. He’d got his way and had thoroughly spoilt me all day.

  “I’d love to stay,” he said after the last kiss on my doorstep, “but I have to fly to Milan in two hours’ time.”

  “Okay.” I nodded. “Well, ring me when you’re back in town.”

  “Oh, I will.” He smiled. “Depend on it.”

  Chapter Four

  “I’m back,” Greg declared. “Did you miss me?”

  “Who are you?” I teased him through the phone while I stretched my body. I’d not been awake long. I’d been at the club until the early hours the night before. I was always there late on a Saturday night. I slept in on a Sunday. I looked at the bedside clock—it was just after noon.

  “Oh, ha ha. I’ve not been away that long. Can I see you today?”

  “Today?” I sat up. “Mmm, maybe. I’ve only just woken up and I have to be at the club tonight.”

  “Can’t you have the night off? I was hoping to take you somewhere special.”

  “It’s a bit short notice, Greg.” I sighed. I wasn’t going to tell him I’d already agreed to let Taylor watch the club that night anyway. He was coping well and I really did need to spend more time relaxing and less time at work. “Can’t we do it another night?”

  “No, it has to be tonight. Please, Kerry? I’m desperate to see you.”

  “Really?” I twisted a curl around my finger and giggled coquettishly. I couldn’t believe how young this man made me feel.

  “Really,” he insisted. “I couldn’t get you out of my mind. I need to see you.”

  “Okay,” I relented. “I guess I can have the night off.”

  “Wonderful. I’ll be at your place in an hour. Pack an overnight bag.”

  Before I could question him he’d rung off. I dropped my mobile to the bed and sat in shocked silence for a moment.

  “Shit, an hour?” I screamed and scrambled out of my bed. I had to get a move on if I wanted to be presentable when he arrived to pick me up. I had to ring Taylor too and I had to pack. What would I need? I contemplated wearing the corset Darren had bought me since it was easily my sexiest item of clothing but I decided against it in the end. I would feel weird wearing it and I knew Greg would go mad if he found out I was wearing a gift from his greatest rival.

  I’d just stuffed the last item in my case when there was a buzz at the door.

  “Who is it?” I asked, pressing the call button as I shrugged myself into a coat.

  “It’s Chester, miss, Mr Stamford’s driver. Are you ready?”

  “I’ll be down in a moment, Chester, thank you.”

  “Okay, miss. The car is just out front. Oh, and Mr Stamford told me to make sure you’d packed your passport.”

  “My passport?”

  “Yes, miss.”

  “Oh, all right. I’ll get it now. I’ll be out in a minute.”

  I’d just had a conversation with a man’s driver. How weird was that? And why would I need my passport? Luckily it was in the cupboard where I expected it to be and I was out of my flat within a few minutes. I was lightheaded with it all. I was excited to see Greg and really intrigued about his plans for us.

  “Hello, miss.” I was greeted politely by Chester. He took my bag and opened the car door. I didn’t know what type it was, just black, sleek with a leather interior. I knew it wasn’t a limousine or a Mini but that was about as definite as I could get. Cars didn’t do anything for me and like many people in the capital I didn’t own one—the Tube was a much quicker mode of transportation.

  “Hey.” I slid into the car and greeted Greg.

  Greg didn’t reply, he just leaned in and kissed me. Hard, raw and passionate, his lips on mine aroused a deep lust that whirled around my insides, making me dizzy and quickening my pulse. The driver’s side door opening and shutting pulled me back to reality. I leant back and my lips left Greg’s with an audible pop.

  “You missed me then.” I laughed to cover my embarrassment at being caught in the middle of a tryst by the driver. Greg seemed unmoved.

  “I might have, just a little.” He smiled. “It seems you got under my skin.”

  I blushed with the sincerity of his words.

  “So, where are you taking me?” I asked.

  “Hotel Plaza Athenee.”

  “Erm, where?” The place sounded very posh. It wasn’t a hotel I was familiar with and I knew a lot of the ones in London because we often recommended accommodation for our guests.

  “Paris.” He didn’t flicker an eyelid.

  “Paris, France?” My eyebrows shot up into my hairline.

  “Yes, is there another?”

  “I have to be back in work tomorrow,” I blurted. “I can’t leave Taylor more than one night on his own!”

  “It’s fine, we’ll be back by lunch tomorrow.”

  Apparently Greg was used to popping across the Channel willy-nilly. I took a deep breath and attempted to relax. I had no reason to disbelieve him, I was sure we’d be back in time. I texted my second-in-command just in case—I wasn’t going to let my business suffer because some billionaire was whisking me away to the city of lovers on a whim.

  The airport went past in a blur. There was little waiting, next to no paperwork then suddenly I was on a tiny little plane in a huge, white leather chair sipping champagne and nibbling on gourmet treats with caviar and fine smoked salmon.

  “So, you have your own plane, I should have guessed.”

  “Of course.” He nodded. “In my business you need to get about.”

  “How long will it take to get to Paris?”

  “Not long.” He caressed the stem of his glass. I wanted him to caress me. Just being close to him made my skin tingle. Just looking at him had me wet and wanting. “I think it’s maybe an hour or so.”

  I nodded and stretched out in my seat. “This is definitely a great way to travel.”

  “Mm, I know an even better way to pass the time, though.”

  “Oh yes? You got Monopoly on board?” I winked cheekily.

  He laughed, the chuckle blooming from deep in his stomach, the sound rich and earthy when the mirth eventually exited his lips.

  “I may have, but my idea is better than that.” He leaned over the arm that separated us and I moved closer to him.

  “Really? That good?”

  “Oh, yeah.” He kissed me, wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me in close. My breasts squished against his warm chest and my stomach crushed up close against the seat arm.

  “What about the steward?” I asked. The lovely gentleman had popped the champagne and served the snacks. I was worried he’d walk back through at any moment.

  “He’ll stay in the back until I call him and I’m not going to call him any time soon.”

  “Well, okay.” I continued to kiss him with the sound of engines in the background and a slight unease in my stomach from being in close proximity to Greg as much as being in flight. I knew I was off the ground, I felt floatier somehow, but Greg’s kiss grounded me. I wanted to get even closer but then he pulled back with a pop.

  “Trust me,” he said, and slipped down off his chair onto the floor. I did wonder for a brief moment if he’d gone completely off his rocker but then I felt his knees tapping at my shoe ends so I widened my thighs. His fingers wandered up the inside of my naked legs and under the hem of the short skirt I wore. A tad impractical for a cold autumn day, but I’d not noticed a lack of heat, and now the temperature was soaring.

  When Greg’s questing led him to the edge of my knickers he simply hooked the material to one side. He insinuated his whol
e body between my spread thighs, his head ducked under the fabric of my skirt. I could just see his movement under the material if I looked closely at my lap. I scooted my butt closer to the edge of the chair and spread my thighs wider. Greg plunged his tongue between my folds and eagerly lapped up the juices pooling there. The arousal was intense—his lapping was frenzied but expert as he hit my clit over and over, causing whimpers to escape from my throat unbidden. I came hard and fast, still surprised by his actions. He didn’t give me time to recover, though. He crawled out from under the table and sat on the thick cream carpet. He beckoned me over with a finger.

  I slipped down onto the carpet and crawled over. I wondered if he could see mischief shining in my eyes.

  “On the floor?” I whispered, crawling nearer him. “Really?”

  “Yes, the good thing about being a billionaire is you can do what you want wherever you want, and I want you here now.” He kissed me briefly—I could taste my musk on his lips. Then he pushed me over onto my back and I yelped in shock. The sound mellowed into a giggle of surprise. He wasted no time. He pulled a condom from a packet on the side of the chair nearest to us.

  “Always prepared,” Greg said. I pulled down his trousers while he fiddled with the condom. His cock was hard and throbbing, deep pink nearing red at the tip. It left me breathless and wanting more even after my explosively good orgasm of moments earlier. He sheathed himself confidently then without a moment’s hesitation he took me.

  Greg slammed into me. His dick stretched my eager walls around him. He didn’t take it slowly, he banged into me with force and determination. I curled myself around him, grabbed his shoulders and gripped his hips with my thighs. I clung on as he hit my sensitised clit with his pubis over and over, every touch sending paroxysms of pleasure through every inch of me. It wasn’t long, it wasn’t pretty but it was one of the most memorable fucks of my life. When he came it was with a roar and when he softened he slipped from within me and lay next to me, spent on the floor. We panted in harmony.

  “Better get up,” Greg said a few moments later. “We’ll be coming into land soon.”