Shopping Companion, with Benefits

Laura's Shopping Companion, with Benefits

This is a tale of a couple who have little time for sex during the week. The wife uses a professional shopper for intimate services, while her husband slaves at work. But what really is going on? And why does he allow it?

Going to town

Laura found a seat on the train, not too close to other passengers. She wanted to make a personal phone call.

"Hello! Thornes Escorts?" ...

"No! Not Hunks in Bunks! I want Shopping Companions!"

She had to raise her voice slightly to be heard over the noise of the train. The man in front turned his head, as if to look out of the window, but it pointed his ear towards her. Was he listening?

"I should be at Exchange station in about thirty minutes. ...

"I would like to be met in the coffee bar. ... Then probably go to Harvey Knicks. ...

"Then lunch at the Britannia. Yes, we will need a day room to change for the theatre. ...

"I have tickets for the Triangle Theatre. ...

"Yes, yes and then back to the station around ten? ...

"No! I will not pay three hundred! One fifty, at the most. ... OK, two hundred will be ok. Now who have you got?"

By now everyone in the compartment were straining their ears.

"Yes, Pierre. ... Pierre would be perfect. The train will be there at quarter past. He needs to get his skates on. ... Yes, that's fine. ...

"Yes, coffee bar. ... In 30 minutes. ... Thanks. ... Bye!"

As she snapped her phone closed, she saw heads turn back to their conversations with their neighbours, pretending they had not been listening.

Laura smiled quietly to herself, sat back in her seat and enjoyed thinking about the forthcoming encounter.

When the train arrived, she sauntered casually through the gates at the end of the platform. A couple of her fellow passengers were close behind her. She knew they would be watching to see if she went into the coffee bar, which of course she did. Fortunately, no one followed her in.

Pierre was at a table for two in the window. She recognised him instantly by his thin moustache and hair combed down the middle. He was like her husband in height and build but different in many ways; his dress, his manner and his extravagant personality.

On the table was her latte waiting for her. He got up smiling as she approached.

"Laura my darling, so nice to see you again." He had a thick French accent.

"Bonjour Pierre. Comment allez-vous?

"No, No! English please. I must improve my English conversationals technique."

"OK. Now, did Thornes give you my plans?"

"Yes. First Harvey Knicks, where I hope I can help you find some nice new clothes. Perhaps something nice in red or mauve to brighten up this dull English weather. They are the colours of the fashion I believe. And it suits your wonderful skin colour."

"Oh, Pierre you are so perceptive. My husband would never have thought of such good colours. But I must warn you I will need some new underwear. Could you help me with that?"

"Of course. I am familiar with fitting ladies' clothes on a shapely figure like yours."

"Well, I especially want a new brassiere to fit my rather large ...." She waved her hands indicatively across her chest.

"Not a problem, Laura. I am especially practised on finding the right chest and cup sizes for a woman. I will be delighted to offer my skills."

"Oh Pierre. You are so good at these things."

He grinned at her playfully as they left the bar by the back door onto the street.

She wanted to hold his hand, but this was a business arrangement.

But he touched her constantly, to steer her gaze to shop windows with clothes he thought suitable.

When she paused at a window of conservative clothes and business suits, Pierre took her by the shoulders and turned her away.

"But no, Laura! That is for, how do you say 'the fuddy duddies' isn't it."

At Harvey Knicks

When they went into her favourite shop Pierre gave her all the time, she needed to find what she wanted.

She held up for Pierre's opinion, anything she was not certain about. A slight nod was all she needed, and she passed it to him to carry over his gradually filling arms.

When it came to choose her underwear, Pierre was in his element. Showing Laura anything soft lined and lacy for Laura to consider.

"My husband, Peter, would be so embarrassed amongst the ladies' undies. He would behave like this was nothing to do with him. He would pretend to look out of the window at the people in the street below.

"Ah, ah! Your English men are so shy about sex when they are in public, I think"

Pierre was riffling his way through the racks of matching lacy, pink and mauve underwear, with practiced ease.

"Your husband would love to see you in these, yes?"

"My husband Peter will barely see them while he was tearing them off me."

"That is good! That is exactly what we are after, is it not."

A sign at the fitting rooms said, Parents and spouses only allowed to accompany you into the fitting rooms

"It is a good job we are married, darling!" said Pierre loudly as they came to the lady counting the number of items Laura was going to try on. The lady looked at them nervously, no doubt concerned by his foreign accent.

"Bien sur, Cher Mari!" She said in her best French.

The lady smiled, reassured they were married. She handed back the 10 items to take into the cubicles.

Pierre was a professional dresser. Hanging up her clothes carefully as he undressed her and taking care to find the right hanger for all the items she tried.

He would stand behind her in front of the mirror and tugging the neck and waistband to ensure they fitted her snuggly.

When it came to the underwear, he was even more attentive.

"Yes! 36D. I was right I think," he said passing his hands slowly over her breasts several times.

She notices her breath is racing and felt a growing erection in Pierre close behind her.

"Save that for later, Pierre." she whispered, moving forward slightly, to get a little more space.

He chuckled and finished dressing her in her chosen outfit. Then he outside, took in a better lit mirror. She gave him a twirl.

"Parfait choice," said the lady behind the counter in less than perfect French. But it made them both smile graciously at her attempt.

Changing back into her own clothes took a little time as well. She greatly enjoyed it when his hands strayed and lingered a little on her body. It took a few deep breaths to recompose herself before they went to pay.

The Britannia

They hastened to the Britannia Hotel, collected their room key and took the lift to the fortieth-floor suite. They embraced each other and took their first kiss. She was on fire. She tried to undress but he stopped her hands.

"Be patient" He said, "Afternoon tea will be here in a minute. Let's sit by the window and tell me about the play we are going to see."

"This isn't fair Pierre! It has been over six weeks since we met like this. I don't want to waste a minute in small talk."

Fortunately, the doorbell rang on cue. Pierre calmly got up and showed the waiter to a small table by the window to lay the food out.

Laura was frustrated by the amount of food the hotel provided.

"Eating all this will take forever!" She complained.

She ate one lettuce leaf, took one long quaff of the wine, stood up and put her arms out to Pierre.

He thought it best to follow her lead. There was a lot of kissing, groping and clothes were tossed on the floor.

He was about to undo her bra, when she interrupted him.

"No, now it is my turn to slow you down, there is something I always wanted to do on top of a high building!" She walked right up to the wide picture window, clad only in her skimpiest underwear she put her two hands on the glass and leaned forward, so she was looking right down into the street 100 metres below. She was thrilled with the dizzying height and the tiny people busy with their mundane lives.

"They can't see us up here, can they?" She asked.

"Not unless they are in another high building across the city with a high-powered telescope."

"Good! If they are that keen, I don't mind." She said. "Now, come close behind me and show me what you would have done to me in the fitting room."

She giggled with excitement as she watched his erection waggling in his underpants as he moved towards her. For her part, she could feel her eager body getting hot and her knickers getting wet.

As their bodies connected, she had another great idea.

"Sorry just another second!"

She went to her handbag and got out her phone, set it on video selfie mode, then put it carefully on the floor between their feet.

"Peter loves to see any evidence of the naughty things I do without him. He will wank himself sore watching this."

"Don't you think that's a bit kinky?"

"Yes, he is a bit kinky, but I love him like that."

Pierre was too busy enjoying Laura to worry about her husband's reaction.

Once he had confirmed she was as excited has him with hard nipples and hot gusset he set about getting his penis out of his underwear and into hers.

"Fucking gorgeous rock-hard cock!" Exclaimed the normally, oh so, polite Laura, to the unhearing masses below.

Pierre just grunted as he drove himself in.

For five minutes their carnal activity steamed up the window and filled phone memory with high definition footage of explicit sex.

When Pierre got close to ejaculating, Laura pushed him away.

"No! I want it to last much longer than this. I want much more for my £200."

Laura carefully picked up her phone and propped it on the television where it had a full view of the bed. Then she lay down and spread her legs.

"Come here!"

With Pierre, she would try things she had never tried with Peter. With Pierre she had discovered all sorts of foreplay, oral, and anal, and liked them. She knew she daren't tell Peter everything they did, he would be too shocked if she told him.

Pierre got next to her and kissed her face and her neck then he moved down to her breasts and her nipples.

"This feels so good."

"Would you like me to go down further?"

"Yes please, all the way!"

"He slowly worked his mouth down passed her navel. Then he moved right down to the perineum and licked that small but sensitive groove of skin between anus and vagina. He plunged is tongue into her and lapped up the natural lubricant whose scent was an irresistible aphrodisiac. Playfully he ran his tongue up her vulva but deliberately avoiding her clitoris. He pressed is nose into her pubic mound and smelled the musky scent of her pubic hair

Finally, he reached up to the clitoris and sucked in the tip between his lips.

"At last!" She said. "I thought you would tease me for ever."

He started sucking her love button with an irregular but persistent rhythm; three small quick sucks; then one long deep one; then a pause. He repeated this many times. He knew she was enjoying it because her breathing became shorter, and she opened her legs wider to give him more access. After less than two minutes he felt her orgasm starting because her moaning got louder, and her hips rose off the bed.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!"

After a short rest to recover she asked him, "How the hell did you do that? I have never orgasmed so quickly."

"It was the V for victory method."

"OK. What is that?"

"Well, when Doctor Masters recorded how hundreds of women masturbated, he found that each woman had her own unique method. But all were based on an irregular but persistent rhythm of stroking their clit."

"OK, I think I heard about that, but what rhythm did you use on me?"

"Well I call it the V for victory, because it uses the Morse code for V, three short, one long, and a pause. Simple really."

"Doesn't sound simple to me. But wow it was amazing, you are wonderful. But now I want to feel your hard dick in me!"

Pierre smiled. "You women are amazing. If a man enjoyed an orgasm like that, we would need an hour to recover, but you can go on and on, all day."

"I could get you to recover in one minute, if you get your cock out now!"

"Ok, I get the message but where do want the finale? In front of the window again?"

He placed a chair with is back to the window and sat giving her full access to his half-mast penis. She knelt in front of him and coaxed it back to full hardness: all hot and steamy with her saliva.

Standing up to get astride him she can see the view through the window again. The height makes her dizzy with excitement. It was like going over the peak of a roller coaster.

"Roller coaster!" She whooped with her hands above her head as she dropped onto his ready penis. Then she squealed with delight as it forced its way through her pelvic muscles, pushing hard against her G-spot. At the end of the thrust she ground her pubic bone against his and gave a moan of satisfaction.

"Watch out! Here comes another drop." She gasps, as she bounced on him again.

She repeats the roller coaster charade, many times until it came to a natural end when her orgasmic contractions triggered his release.

"That was great. You're are much bigger and harder than Peter."

They sat there wrapped in each other's arms for ten minutes, silent except for a few words, of mutual congratulations.

"Right, It's time for tea now!" She said getting up. She picked up her phone and slipped it into her handbag for Peter to discover later.

They hungrily devoured the salad sandwiches, cakes and tea. They showered and got dressed. He helped her into her new clothes, which they both agreed suited her very well.

"And now?" He asked.

"The city museum and then the theatre", She said.

She felt very glamourous as Pierre guided her through the streets in her new finery.

At the Museum, he went with her into the glass and silver room, something Peter never liked. But Pierre, was very knowledgeable about the craftsmanship and styles.

At the Theatre too, Pierre seemed to be familiar with the play and the performers.

After the performance, they discussed the play as they walked back to the station.

"Perhaps after such a lovely intimate day, this is permitted?" He said placing his arm protectively around her waist,

"That is permitted." She said with a smile.

They spent a few minutes waiting for her train in the bar.

"I know this is a bit presumptuous," he asked, "but may I see you again soon?"

"I really hope so, but you know, I can only see you with Peter's agreement?"

"I fully understand the arrangement." He said, with a hint of regret.

Laura searched in her handbag and took out an envelope full of money and slipped it discreetly into Pierre's jacket pocket.

"That's £200 with a £50 tip for you. Is that alright?"

"That is too generous. I have been well rewarded by your lovely company."

They stood facing each other awkwardly, trying to make small talk but that was not what they wanted. They wanted one long loving kiss. But that could not be here, with Peter expected soon.

"Goodbye I must go now!" He said abruptly, like he had just remembered his lines.

"Bye .... Bye" whispered Laura trying to hold back a tear.

And thus, they parted.

Laura made her way to the waiting train. She found a seat at the front facing towards home. She dried her face with her hanky and checked her watch. There was only ten minutes before the train was due to leave.

With only a few minutes to spare Peter joined her. His top lip was bleeding slightly.

"Are you hurt Darling?" she said, gently kissing his sore lip.

"It's nothing. I was hasty shaving and I know you don't like stubble."

"Poor little Darling, just for me. How was your day in the office?"

"Boring. I worked hard to earn money for your expensive tastes. But how was Pierre? I suppose you had Pierre?"

"Oh yes I had Pierre," she said giving a little wink.

She stood up so he could see her new outfit.

"Lovely frock darling." Said Peter. "Go anywhere else?"

"Oh, just the museum and the theatre. Pierre was lovely. He knew all about lusterware pottery and he was very knowledgeable about the play. It was written by Molière. Pierre knows all Molière's plays."

"Clever man then?"

"Well yes perhaps, but I think he looks most of it up on the internet before he meets me."

They both chuckled.

They both were tired and talked little for the rest of the way home.

After a mug of hot chocolate Laura went straight to bed. But not before she recovered the £250 from Peter's jacket pocket. She noticed he had taken her phone from her handbag. The Video from the Britannia would already be stashed away with their dirty videos on his computer.

They both agreed they weren't in the mood for sex that night, but they cuddled up to each other and slept soundly.

The following evening, they had a tapas supper watching the news on TV.

"I have had enough of all this gloomy news. How about watching your video?" Suggested Paula.

"Yes, I have had time to edit it. I would like you to see it."

Their TV screen covered half the lounge wall. She was not certain she was ready for high definition images of her debauchery splashed across the room.

But the film, edited by Peter, was quite classy. The hotel room was modern and the décor stylish.

The opening shot was looking up from the floor. It took a moment to get your orientation, because the camera was looking up between a couple's legs. The man was penetrating the woman from behind and she was pushing back with equal vigour. The sound was on and you could hear all their moans and grunts.

Soon you could see the glisten of body fluids, dripping down onto the camera.

The roller coaster pantomime was hilarious and they both laughed throughout.

"Can you do that with me sometime" He begged.

"We cannot Darling. You are at work all the time."

"Well, watching you two doing it turned me on. Do you mind" He said, unzipping his trousers. It was a long time since Laura had watched Peter masturbate.

She enjoyed watching him slide his fingers up and down his cock bulging with thick purple veins. The speed and urgency of his hand was exciting. A thick white rope of semen suddenly shot onto the sofa. It completely missed the paper tissue he had got ready.

"Sorry Darling." He said trying to sort out the mess.

"Don't worry. It is nothing compared to the mess Pierre left on the hotel floor. Oh! And Pierre was asking when I might see him again?"

"Well, we are going on our holidays in the Canaries next month." Peter said.

"Yes?" Laura was intrigued.

"Well, perhaps you will have to phone Pedro the Spanish Plumber, to sort the plumbing out in our apartment."

"Hmm that sounds nice, but can we speak Spanish?"

"No, but you see, Pedro is on a plumbing course in Leeds, so his English will be, muy bien."

"Well let's hope he finishes his training soon. My plumbing is in urgent need of his big plunger." Laura giggled.