This is a work of FICTION for ADULTS only. Do NOT read this if you are under 18 or if you are not an adult according to the laws of your state or country. Do NOT read this if you are offended by fantasies involving sexually explicit material.
Written by Bethany Jacques, comments welcome to bethjac@hotmail.com

 

From Ben to Bethany                       by: Bethany Jacques

 

A TV Tale in many parts

Chapter 1 - The Conference

Part 1 = Elizabeth

It started when Carol and I were invited to on an all expenses paid weekend conference in Paris. When you arrived at the hotel we opened the two suitcases, Carol’s is fine but the combination on mine didn’t work. I finally resorted to breaking the lock and when I did finally get inside I was shocked to discover that it was full of girl’s clothes. On closer inspection I realised that it was not my case and I must have got them mixed up at the airport. We didn’t have enough money or and no credit cards to buy new clothes. Carol suggested that I could indulge my ‘hobby - be Bethany for the weekend, after all nobody knew me at this conference. We had really got into ‘dressing up’ at home, even went out once to a pub as two girls and enjoyed the sight of two guys looking at my legs! "Go on, Ben, you know you really want to. It will be fun...."

The adventures started.....

I was not at all sure so we decided to sleep on it, we were both pretty tired. And in the morning I had decided - no! The idea of dressing appealed enormously, if we had been given the chance to prepare maybe. But with no wig, no shoes, no time to prepare, no way. I would just have to wear what I had for 3 days. Anyway I had to spend time ringing the airline, getting my stuff back etc.

I was only there as a freebie after all. Carol had to look good, this was her conference, as a reward to the staff who had done well and to let the UK staff meet the French staff in decent surroundings. Liz Ferris was supposed to be there with Carol, they were the outstanding performers from the Birmingham branch last year, by some margin. But when Liz had rung up on the morning of the flight to say her son had chicken pox and she couldn’t go, Carol had tried to find a replacement in a hurry but with no success. Finally her boss said ‘Well, don’t waste the ticket, take your husband’. So here I was.

After breakfast in our room - no sense in wasting free room service - Carol headed off down to the first conference session in the hotel, and I was just about to set off on what I had planned, a visit to a TV shop in the centre of Paris which I heard of from a friend in Brum. No money but I could look. Then the phone rang. I had no idea who, maybe it was room service again. "Hi there, I am sorry to interrupt, is that Ben Jackson? My name is Mary Philips - have you lost a suitcase, I think I have it here?" She was ringing from Nice. She had only just opened the case, and found Carol’s booking details which were packed in my case. She was herself coming to Paris for the second conference session, next Tuesday, in the same hotel, but was visiting friends in the south of France before coming to Paris. The case contained all the stuff she would need then, which was why she had not thought to open it before. Or rather, to open mine. "Look, there is no sense sending that case to Paris, I need it Tuesday, I can pick it up in the hotel. Shall I send this back to you there or bring it with me, or what? It may take a day or two to get there." I had to think quickly - she was right, but I did need some of the things in there, and explained about credit cards etc.

"Well, Ben, I can help you there, there is some cash in the case, I know I shouldn’t have packed it there but there is 4 000 Fr in the handbag, the black one, cash I had after my last visit and never bothered to change." We decided I would borrow some of the cash and hold onto the case, and she would bring mine on the Tuesday, We could meet then, as Carol and I were leaving, and swap and sort out the money there and then. I thanked her for her help, and put the phone down, and began thinking again. Then I swung into action, this had changed things. I found the cash and counted it carefully so I could replace it exactly later. Then I got out of the hotel quickly, unseen I hoped, and headed for the Metro, to the area where the TV shop was. I found it remarkably easily considering the brief instructions I had been give. My French is not very good but I did recognise the sign on the window - ‘Closing down Sale’. Even better!!

Or so I thought. I couldn’t work out why it was closing but they were a bit short of stock. I had originally looked forward to a big browse there, but now I was just after 2 or 3 items. The only shoes in my size were a bit high, 4" heels, stilettos, gorgeous but I had hoped for something a bit more sensible. And there were only a few wigs there, I did get one close to my favourite style, longish and curly, though it was blonder than I would have liked. But, what the hell, it was cheap, certainly compared with what I had expected to pay. Which allowed me to get a better pair of breastforms than I thought I could, and the adhesive and the remover, the works. And on the way back to the hotel I popped into the Paris M&S, I just love looking at the undies in there. I ended up with a glamour bra and matching panties, and a gorgeous pair of sheer bare-black stockings.

I sneaked back into the hotel and went up to my room, it was not yet 11 o’clock. An hour later I was sat at the dressing table, nearly ready. I had gone through Mary’s suitcase and found her ‘business suit’, a mid-grey pinstripe. Mary is size 12 - so am I! The jacket was a bit longer cut than usual and narrow waisted, and the skirt exactly what I wanted, narrow, quite tight and with the hem 9" above the knee! Wow!

After a hot soak I set to it, mixing my stuff with Mary’s and some of Carol’s - I knew she wouldn’t mind. I started with the nails - toes, that is, my very favourite deep red, almost cherry coloured. I love the smell and the texture, and the sensation as I stroke it on carefully. I stuck on the breastforms as I waited for my nails to dry, these were different from my usual ones, maybe they were French, they were a bit larger than I had at home and, to be honest, a lot closer to my own skin tones. When I stood up I could just about see the upper edge, but they certainly looked better than my own. And they felt lovely, I moved around to feel their weight. The M&S glamour bra was necessary to give them proper support. Then the high-leg panties, with my own ‘secret’ well tucked in.

I always wear a waist cincher but on that occasion I just didn’t have one available, they were expensive in the TV shop so I had got a long-line bra and hoped that would do. It did, it pulled me in above the waist and gave me a more-than-acceptable figure. Not perfect but without my stuff from home I was taking shortcuts. I slid on the suspender belt, then the stockings, hi-leg and as low a denier rating as I could get away with. Just before 2 o’clock I was ready for my favourite ‘3 final stages’. Hair, heels and lips. Just before I do them I always look in the mirror and feel foolish, yet right after when I look again I feel great. I looked in the mirror. I knew the breastforms were not too large for me, but the ‘glamour’ bra really did lift them and push them together, under the white silky blouse, I even dared leave two buttons undone. The skirt was perfect, and the stockings. I had taken enormous care with the makeup, not too heavy, but with my own favourite deep red nails and lips, lighter eyes than I am used to but with a dark quality mascara from Mary’s case. Then I turned away and slid the wig into place, taking care with the fastening behind the ears. I slipped on the shoes and the suit jacket and, as the final touch, clipped on Liz Ferris’s name badge, left in our room with her conference pack. I turned and looked briefly, and was delighted with what I saw. Now I had to be quick, Carol’s break was almost finished, I knew she would be in the bar before going back in. I took the lift down, it was empty so no-one saw me until I entered the hotel bar. When I pushed the door and went in, a brief moment of panic overtook me. But then to my total delight, one of the delegates, a man maybe in his early 40s and quite handsome, walked past me with two drinks in his hand. He stared - first at my legs, then his eyes moved up to my breasts, then to my face, and he grinned, I could see he liked what he saw!!

The conference drinks were on the bar, and free, I walked over and took one, then sat on a bar stool and crossed my legs, the feeling of doing that in sheer stockings is magic. I opened my, or rather Mary’s, handbag and took out my cigarettes. As I pulled one from the pack another man, younger this time, leaned over and lit it for me. I smiled a ‘thank-you’ and had to hold his hand steady, he held on just a bit too long, I was beginning to get worried. Maybe he fancied me, and I know what goes on at these conferences! Then, at just the right moment, I saw a familiar figure coming across the room, grinning from ear to ear. She looked at my name badge and her grin got even wider.

"Liz, hi there, I am so glad you made it" and she leaned over and gave me a ‘girly’ kiss on the cheek, sliding in and cutting off the guy who was chatting to me. She took my hand and led me across the bar to a small table set to one side, we sat down.

"You look incredible!! I am SO glad you decided to join us. I have just realised - the badge, Elizabeth, if not Bethany you are at least Beth. What changed your mind?"

I told her about the phone call and all about the day’s activities. She listened, still grinning and occasionally laughing at my escapades. Then, just as I finished, she looked up, she had caught the eye of one of the other delegates. She got up and walked off, behind me, and reappeared half a minute later - with a man in tow. I wasn’t at all sure I was ready for this. "Beth, darling". I was delighted Carol was using my femme name. "Let me introduce you to Pierre, he’s a manager in Lyons, we met last year at the Birmingham office. I think you were elsewhere that day. Pierre, this is my good friend Beth" And he kissed my hand! Really. In true French fashion, leaned over and stroked my nails with his lips. I looked at Carol, she was grinning again. "Pierre and I are just off back in for the final session, it’s a short one, did you say you are giving it a miss?"

I took the hint.

"Yes, I’m a bit tired, I thought I would go up to our room and have a bit of a rest. OK?"

Carol and Pierre headed back into the conference room - hand-in hand! I couldn’t really complain, she was entitled to some fun too. About an hour later Carol came into our room, I was indeed lying down for a bit of a rest. "Right Beth, feeling better? It’s time for action. " I looked up, puzzled. "Pierre has invited us for a drink, he is driving us - in his gorgeous car, picking us up in half an hour" "I can’t do that!" I retorted. "Remember who, or rather what, I am. And you two obviously get on well, I don’t want to be a gooseberry." "It’s OK, Pierre is bringing a friend, his cousin, I’ve just met him downstairs. He’s called Michael, he works for the company too. He is really rather gorgeous, tall and slim - and he’s gay, so you won’t have any problems. OK?"

I thought about it, the chance really was too good to miss, so I agreed. We spent the next ten minutes rapidly looking through Mary’s case, ending up with a rather attractive black sparkly dress, obviously meant for the end-of-conference party or something. It was tight, a size 10 indeed, but I was delighted I fitted into it though its figure-hugging shape left little to the imagination. While I redid my makeup for the evening Carol disappeared into the bathroom, and emerged after a further 10 minutes - wearing her indecently low-cut scarlet minidress. It was my turn to grin, then I saw the shoes!! Standard issue TV tart shoes, scarlet to match the dress, with gold buckles on the straps round the heels, and with 6" heels!! "Well, darling, it’s obvious what you are after this evening! And where did you get those shoes? Tell me, even before you knew I was coming, did you think you might meet Pierre?"

"Well, OK, yes I did. I got these at the TV shop you go to in Brum. The smallest size they have, well, why should transvestites have all the fun anyway. At least you are OK, Beth, Michael will not be a problem, you have to admit that dress is rather tight too. And the 4" heels really do your legs a lot of good. Are you glad you got seamed stockings, I bet you are. Well, Beth, ready?"

I leaned over to the dressing table mirror and just added a little extra mascara, then turned. "OK, honey, we’re off!!"

 

Part 2 = Michael

We got down the lift OK, and strolled excitedly past the reception area, Pierre had said he would be there at 9 on the dot and he was. With Michael. OK, I know my real gender but I can appreciate to some extent the attractiveness of a man, and he really was a dish, the real genuine tall, dark and handsome. The sort of guy who, if a woman knows he is gay she would say "What a waste". I must admit the thought did occur to me. As we walked towards the boys I could feel all the eyes in the reception hall on us. I would like to think some were looking at me but really I am sure most were on Carol, the combination of big boobs, ultra-mini skirt and genuine ‘fuck me’ heels was a sure fire signal of her intent. What did delight me was the reaction of the ‘boys’. Pierre was looking at me! And I would swear, just for a moment, his hand went to his crotch for some minor adjustment. But then, as we reached them, he put a hand round Carol’s waist and pulled her gently to him. And Michael did the same to me, almost, anyway we ended up strolling out of the hotel holding hands. I was on fire, SO sexually excited as never ever before. To be honest the next hour is still a bit of a blur. Pierre drove us, not very far, to a smallish night club. Carol and I sat in the back, we both thought it was safest that way I think. I do remember some of the looks we got, I felt gorgeous for the very first time in my female life. The club wasn’t really up to much, that I do recall, a rather feeble pianist in the corner, it was a bit dark, Pierre and Carol sat very close and I am sure a lot was going on under the table. Michael was a gentleman, I was reassured by Carol’s comment earlier about his sexuality but I didn’t care, I was just having fun.

Eventually we left after a couple of drinks, this time Carol sat in the front of the car with Pierre, Michael and I in the back. That’s when I got my first surprise, when he put a hand on my knee and leaned over, nuzzling my neck and just feeling one of my breasts gently with his other hand. Well, I thought, that’s OK, he is just after some comfort for some reason, I am glad nothing will come of this. I didn’t really join in or encourage him, just enjoyed the sensation.

Back at our hotel we all four went into the bar, it was nearly midnight but still open, Michael got some drinks. Pierre and Carol disappeared into a corner, Michael and I were sat on tall stools round the corner of the bar, a bit out of the way. I crossed my legs, loving the feeling of smooth nylon legs rubbing together and showing off my heels and shoes. Michael was very close, I felt his hand on my thigh and his warm sweet breath on my neck. I turned towards him, we kissed, caressed our lips together very gently, then a little more firmly.

Whoa, I thought, hang on, this isn’t in the script. This guy is supposed to be gay, he thinks I am a woman and he is coming on to me. And I realised he was turning me on too. I wanted to turn away but found myself slightly increasing the pressure as our lips met again. His tongue began to explore my lips, I opened my mouth and began to feel his. I was French-kissing a guy, in a French bar, I could feel his arousal as my hand touched his leg. Sod this, I thought, this is heaven, I reached up and put a hand behind his neck, sliding my long red nails through his hair, exploring deeper with my tongue.

We parted, both slightly breathless, and smiled at each other. And I was a bit relieved to see Carol, though she looked a little worried, coming over to us. She had been watching, all of it.

I knew the slight flick of the gorgeously shaped eyebrows, the international woman-to-woman signal, ‘Let’s go to the Ladies’!! I slid off the stool, reluctant but in a way relieved, we headed to the loo.

Inside, we both did what we needed, then met by the vanity mirror.

"Sorry Ben, I mean Beth. We have a problem, or rather you have."

"Que?" I asked, jokingly.

"My mistake, I’m sorry, when Pierre told me about Michael he told me in French. I got the word wrong. He’s sort-of gay, but the proper translation is nearer to bisexual. And he does fancy you. Trust me, I can see the signs, he really is hot for you. So, my darling, it’s up to you. I desperately want to go off with Pierre but - if you really want - I will stay and bail you out. You decide. But right now, Pierre and I are both really horny, he wants us to go up to his room. So what is it to be?"

Never ever have I had such a decision to make. I admitted I was really enjoying the attention, and would love to continue, but was not sure what else.

"No, Beth, that’s not an option, you can’t treat Michael like that. You go forward or you get out, you really have to do one or the other. But if you want convincing I have just been quizzing Pierre as soon as I found out. I am a bit jealous - apparently according to Pierre, Michael has an absolutely enormous cock!"

Carol looked at me, and knew she had read my decision before I said it. "OK honey, in the bathroom cabinet in our room, top right, condoms, and a big tube of lubricant, I sometimes find it useful too. Good luck." And with that she almost pulled me out of the Ladies, we headed back to the bar where the boys were sitting, with fresh drinks for both of us. Carol ignored hers, grabbed Pierre by the hand, and led him off straight away, he wasn’t complaining. I didn’t move so fast, I needed the drink, but I did down it quite quickly, then reached up to pull Michael’s head down a little and French-kissed him again, quite hard this time. I was making my intentions clear. We headed off together to the lift, as we went I felt his hand caress and squeeze my bum.

Back in our room it was obvious things were moving quickly, Michael went straight in the bathroom himself, and came out - totally naked. His chest was hairy, his arms were strongly muscled, and his cock was very erect - and big. I was still dressed but had to respond, I reached up to kiss him again and this time very gently squeezed the shaft with my other hand, than slipped past him. I turned the lights down a bit and headed for the bathroom myself.

I emerged a few minutes later, minus my dress, with the condoms, having covered my own ‘love-hole’ with the lubricant. I was not at all sure how this was going to go, I was still, in Michael’s eyes, a very willing and I hope foxy woman, now dressed in basque and panties, suspenders and stockings and heels. Obviously looking for sex. I should never have gone that far - I blame the drink!

He started to come towards me but I decided I had to take charge, I pushed him over and on to the bed, then climbed on top and kissed him passionately, an extremely erotic and sensual embrace the like of which I had never experienced before, we were quickly all over each other, kissing and fondling. The basque stayed in place, giving the impression of big boobs, and the panties were still covering up though, to my surprise, I was only now beginning to actually get physical arousal. I had been mentally horny for over two hours!!

And it was then I lost control and Michael took over, he got me on my back and slid a finger up my thigh and into my panties. I quickly lifted my legs and hugged his back as we kissed again, and managed to get his cock head right up against my ‘cunt’, and pulled gently. Could I get away with this, getting fucked totally as a woman? Surely not.

I was right, but the response was not quite as I expected. Just as Michael started to enter me, I saw his face - he had noticed!! He reached down, inside the front of my panties, and found my secret. I was ready for almost anything at that moment, any sort of physical aggression, the previous two hours bliss would have been worth it.

But. It didn’t happen, or rather a different sort of violent reaction occurred. Suddenly a look of realisation, then of appreciation came over his face.

He really did say it - "Mon dieu!!", I thought that only happened in films. And his cock shot, in one go, rapidly and very forcefully, right up me, and almost simultaneously exploded. I felt the head of that enormous shaft hit something deep inside me, and an ecstatic warm torrent of fluid spurt out and fill my love-hole.

He cried out again and so did I, anyone in the next room certainly knew, to some extent, what was happening, we rolled over, then back, enjoying the last throes or our violent orgasms and sank, rather exhausted, onto the pillows. For a few minutes neither of us spoke, then Michael broke the silence. I was delighted with his first words, whether he thought of me as a woman or not any more I couldn’t tell, but somehow he knew of my own desires there.

"Beth, my darling, that was sensational. And I am so glad you didn’t tell me of your little secret, it made it into a really special occasion. Thank you."

I was lost for words, I just leaned over and very gently kissed his lips.

Within a minute, satisfied and rather exhausted, I was asleep.

 

Part 3 = Clarisse

It was late when I woke, alone in the bed, it was nearly nine. Just for a moment I wondered where I was, then I realised. I remembered fondly the events of the previous night, I was just going to get out of bed when two thoughts occurred. One, I was naked except for my panties, just how had that happened. It must have been Michael, after our love-making, he had undressed me almost totally before he left.

And two, Carol was in the room. She was over by the wardrobe area, pulling on her office skirt, of course, she still had seminars and so on to attend. She noticed I was awake.

"Well then, Beth. You obviously have had a good night. Your makeup is OK, a bit messy, its going to take you some time to repair and I have got to go. But first - tell me. How was it? You have that ‘I got fucked last night’ look on your face, you can’t hide it from me. What was Michael like? Is he a good lover?"

Whatever I looked like, I just had to smile, widely.

"In two words, and excuse the unladylike language, ‘Bloody fantastic’." Carol smiled, a little wickedly, at me and sat on the bed as she slid on her shoes.

"OK, I’ve got ten minutes, tell me all about it, every detail, did he have a gigantic big cock, and what did you do with it. I am so happy for you, I think you needed to get screwed to appreciate being Beth. Go on, tell all." And I did, but not before getting her to come clean, I knew she and Pierre had enjoyed themselves too, she also had ‘that look’ on her face. Ever since Carol and I had admitted our indiscretions to each other early in our marriage we have been totally honest with each other. "Hell, is that the time?" interrupted Carol after over 15 minutes, "I have to go. I suggest you shower and clean up, and see what else there is in Mary’s case. I’ll see you at lunchtime, are you coming down to the buffet, lots of men to look at!"

She grinned yet again, grabbed her bag and clipboard and scooted out of the room. I got up and went to the bathroom. Carol was right, my makeup needed totally redoing. I cleaned my face, showered and then got out Mary’s case again.

By 11.30 I was ready to face the world again. I felt good in myself, dressed not exactly in my finery but in some of Mary’s good stuff. I was really being a bit daring, or so I thought at the time. I found in her case a cream blouse, just a bit on the frilly side but long sleeved, and - wait for it - a black, leather (real!) miniskirt. Like the dress the night before it was a size 10, tight and short, wearing it felt gorgeous and I was newly confident after the night before, I was sure there was little or no chance of me being ‘spotted’. I picked up the small black handbag I had used the night before and, intending to spend a little time in the hotel bar before lunch, headed for the door.

The phone rang.

That threw me a little, I was sure it couldn’t be Carol, she was still in the morning seminar and really no-one should have expected the room to be occupied. I picked up the handset and, in a gentle voice said "Hello". "Bonjour, est ce que c’est Beth?"

My French isn’t good, but I got that. "Oui".

"OK, please don’t hang up, you don’t know me but I’m a friend of your new friend Michael. I’m down in the lobby right now, I would very much like to meet you. My name is Clarisse. I could come up, or you could come down. Please. Michael was sure you would agree. "

I thought quickly, this was very unexpected. In some way Michael had set this up, for what reason I couldn’t imagine. I had better go through with it but maybe a public meeting would be better.

"OK, I will come down."

I hurried into the bathroom to check my makeup, then into the bedroom to look in the big mirror at the whole effect. The skirt really was short, but I now knew I could carry it. I headed for the door and towards the lift. As I emerged in the lobby, I was greeted by a tallish woman, a very striking woman. She held her hand out, I took it, we shook hands gently, then she reached over and, in typical French fashion, ‘kissed’ me lightly on both cheeks.

"Beth, I am so glad to meet you, Michael rang me this morning, he has told me ALL about you. Please, let’s go for a drink. I imagine you might need one."

I certainly did. "ALL about you"? Just what did she mean. ALL? We walked together towards the bar. Clarisse knew more than I thought, she ordered a gin and tonic, and a vodka and orange for herself. We sat at a small table to one side. OK, I was going to do this ten minutes ago, but not in company. I looked carefully at my companion. She was indeed a striking woman. A little tall, slim and - the only word for it - elegant. She was dressed immaculately, a black two-piece over a sheer pink blouse, obviously not from anywhere as down-market as Marks! Her hands had slim long fingers, gorgeous nails coloured in a shimmering pink, matching lipstick and very attractive makeup, not at all overdone. Her hair was black, shoulder length, straight, in very good condition, swinging as she moved just like in the shampoo ads.

And her legs were encased in what I knew to be very expensive stockings or

tights, the shoes were high-ish heel, maybe 2 ½" and classy. The jewellery

well, earrings, watch, three or four rings on her fingers, all gold and expensive.

"Let me explain, you must still be a little shocked. Michael is a great friend of mine, indeed once we were rather close but that’s another story. He was obviously very intrigued by the events of last night." Clarisse beamed knowingly as she said this. I was disturbed, last night had been a special and to me very private occasion, how dare Michael ‘kiss and tell’ to this stranger. Well, maybe an ex-lover to him but a stranger to me at least. More drinks arrived, after only the briefest glimpse from Clarisse to the barman.

"Please, don’t be offended, Beth, let me finish explaining. I am in business here in Paris, a rather special sort of business. I provide a service for men, mainly rather rich men, usually visitors to France. Men who like a certain type of girl if you see what I mean. In the past Michael has indeed recommended one of his ‘girlfriends’ to me and she did rather well for us and for herself. But I have never known him sound so excited as he did this morning. He is of the opinion that you are a very special sort of TV girl and that you might well like what I can offer you." The conversation and the gin, on an empty stomach, were having an effect on me, I might have been offended and stormed out but I didn’t. Clarisse leaned over and spoke very quietly and clearly.

"In fact, not to put too fine a point on it, Michael said you are the best fuck he has ever had in his life. Which is not much of a compliment to me but, having seen you, I can see why he said it. I have never seen such legs on a TV, or indeed one who can carry off a skirt that short so convincingly. I don’t know if you saw, but our waiter nearly had an orgasm when he bought the drinks."

"But that’s enough from me. May I make you an offer now - right now? Normally I might give you three of four days to decide on what I have to say, but I am in a hurry. You will see why, I need an answer - now." I was still in a bit of a state of shock. I opened my handbag and took out my cigarettes, I needed one. As I raised it to my lips Clarisse reached over with her lighter, it was - of course - gold. So what did I have to lose, I could listen.

"I have a problem, I have a gentleman booked in for an escort tonight. He is very particular, he likes tall English blondes, and my Jeannie, who was ready to provide for him, broke her leg skiing yesterday. I have no substitute available but you will fit the part, in fact very well indeed. So how about it? Come with me now, we will go back to my office, kit you out and make you up, you get an evening out with a very nice Scottish gentleman, I promise you will like him. And you get the fee for the evening, Fr 5000." That surprised me. About £500 for an evening out dressed. Maybe it was the second gin talking, I am sure I should have been harder to convince but there and then, I simply said "Yes".

Clarisse stood up to leave, we strolled towards the door. "I expect you have things to sort out here, can I send a car for you in about half an hour? Tres bien, it will be a bit of a rush but having met you I know Michael is right. cherie. You can look forward to an exciting day and a wonderful evening, I promise you. Au revoir." And with that she left, I was puzzled but enormously excited at the thought of an evening out - with another man. I couldn’t get in touch with Carol, she would still be in the seminar for nearly an hour so I left a message at the desk.

"Gone out for the day, will explain later. If in doubt ask Michael or Pierre. Don’t wait up, Beth!! "

That would have to do, I hurried up to our room and grabbed a few things from Carol’s case and from Mary’s, they could be sorted later, and packed them in Carol’s smaller case. The phone rang, my car was waiting. I hurried down and soon was being driven through the Paris traffic. To my very great surprise, when I arrived at our destination I knew where I was. A smartly fronted dress shop, "Ell", right next door to the TV shop I had visited. I found out later that they were part of the same firm, that the TV side of the business was not generating enough profit, or rather that the escort service was far more profitable and the TV shop was being closed. I was escorted by my chauffeur through the shop and into the offices behind. Clarisse was there waiting, with three other women. Well, two women and one girl really, the youngest was maybe only 18. She spoke to them all as I entered, very rapidly in French, I didn’t get a single word! Then she turned to me and extended a hand.

"This way, Beth, we are all ready for you. This should take about 4 hours. Kathryn has a small snack and a coffee waiting for you, I know you have been rushed. I have another client to see to this afternoon, I will be back about 7, we will be meeting Viscount Geoffrey at 9. I leave you in their tender care."

And she kissed me on the cheek again and left. Viscount Geoffrey?!!

For the next few hours Kathryn, and Jeannette and Susanne gave me the works. I stripped, and removed my breastforms, and had my face and nails cleaned, and had a hot fragrant bath. Then Susanne, with a very practised hand, ran an extremely effective electric razor over my entire body, except my own hair, head and pubic! Jeannette lay me down an a table and massaged oils into every part of the freshly denuded body. Then she gave me a pedicure and manicure while Kathryn started on my facial makeup. Immediately after this she produced a pair of breast forms, quite a lot bigger than I had brought myself, and glued them in place while Jeanette did my toenails, a deep pink, not what I would have chosen but I was pleased the colour was very similar to what Clarisse had worn.

Then Kathryn did the makeup on my breastforms! It was a thick cream which she blended across the join at the top, in some way ‘fixing’ it with a spray afterwards. This was totally new to me but - at the end - I had impressive breasts with large red nipples, and no visible join. I tried smearing it - I couldn’t, the effect was dramatic.

Finally Kathryn disappeared into an ante-room and came back with my undies. I had never seen the like. The basque was gold, wired, very smooth, probably silk. She helped me fit my breasts in (!) and pulled the laces at the back extremely tight, then adjusted the shoulder straps. Then she held up a gorgeous gold thong. I really didn’t think it was going to do the job but Kathryn had other ideas. I was a bit erect down below, with the excitement, she picked up a thin flesh-coloured lycra triangle and fitted a trailing tube over my own member, then pressed the triangle edges in place, hidden within my own hairs. I stood and stared in the mirror. Without looking carefully I couldn’t tell the difference, I had my own clitoris, it looked extremely effective.

"Right, Beth, into the loo now, test it, you should be able to pee through the tube sitting down, no problem."

I slipped into the toilet next door, and did. She was right. When I came back the thong went on, again it looked great, then stockings, black and seamed and sheer. I just sat feeling gorgeous for the next half-hour while the girls finished my makeup. Jeanette did my nails by sticking on long false ones, then coloured them the same shimmering pink as my toes. Susanne did my face, foundation, just a little blusher, lips in pink again. And the eyes, I watched very carefully, I am full of admiration, I had never seen eyes so carefully and attractively made up before, on a woman or a TV.

Jeanette also did the jewellery, commenting that I really should have my ears pierced but she had something very suitable. And indeed it was, long pendant gold earrings with diamante ‘stones’ hanging about 3" below my ears, a gold necklet, four rings on my fingers, all very expensive-looking, a watch also in gold, a gold and diamante bracelet for my other wrist. I learned later these were all not real gold, indeed I suspected so at the time, but they all looked very convincing.

As did I !! For the first time, after Susanne had fitted and ‘dressed’ my wig, the one I had arrived in, they let me see myself in the long mirror. Rather arrogantly I had thought I looked good before, this was outstanding, I really looked the part.

"Et maintenant" cried Susanne. "The final step." With this she produced from the anteroom a dress, or rather a gown! It was sensational, in gold lamee, ankle length and with a slit up the right almost to the waist. "I can’t wear that" I gasped. "I haven’t the figure, or the shape, or....."

"Tiens" whispered Susanne, "Wait and see".

She helped me into it, zipping up the back and adjusting the shoulders. I tried to turn round and look in the mirror but she pulled me back. She showed me my shoes, gold, open-toed, strappy, with real 6" ‘fuck-me ‘til your cock falls off’ heels.

"Now these, then you can look".

Again she helped me put them on, couldn’t manage the buckles with my long nails and really did have some difficulty bending in the tight basque. Then I stood up and looked. Words really failed me, I really did feel a tear begin to come, it was at that moment Clarisse returned. Susanne spotted my problem and was there, rapidly, with a tissue. Clarisse turned to the three beauticians who had worked their magic on me. "And you, my ladies, have surpassed yourself too. You know I don’t issue praise lightly, on this occasion it is totally justified." Then she turned towards me.

"Let me say, Beth, we’ve done lots of girls like you but - well, considering the rush and the spec I gave, I think I have never ever been more pleased with the end result. Viscount Geoffrey is going to be totally thrilled, I know. And he is a very generous tipper, at least he has been in the past. Now, we have a few minutes, come with me, I will brief you." She held out a hand, I took it and followed her through to the front office, we sat in armchairs by the door. I crossed my legs as I sat and the chauffeur issued an audible sigh!

"Ignore Jean, my darling, he like TV girls too, now, the evening, here’s the schedule. "

Clarisse outlined the plan, Viscount Geoffrey McIntyre, 45 year old Scottish aristocrat with a rather dowdy wife and a penchant for girls with a little extra, would pick me up from the office in a few minutes. Then it was up to him, he had paid. Probably, said Clarisse, if previous ‘dates’ were anything to go by, an evening in a club, Geoffrey loved to show off his ‘acquisition’ where his friends could see. His wife never minded when she found out, she was in the UK doing her own thing perhaps. Several drinks and be visibly affectionate, my instructions were to do as he wished during the evening. I was just going to ask the obvious - "What if...." - when the door opened and a distinguished man, in a dinner suit and carrying a golden yellow rose in a box, came in. Clarisse stood and curtsied, I did my very best, in that dress, to do the same!!

 

Part 4 = Viscount Geoffrey

"Good evening your lordship, may I introduce you to by good friend Bethany." I thought it best to ‘curtsey’ again, the Viscount took my hand and kissed it, then turned to Clarisse.

"When you said Jeannie was ill I was disappointed, but dear Bethany here is more than a substitute, thank you for your efforts. Let us go, my dear." And with that he held out his arm, I slid my hand in, and we left the shop. And the car, well, it didn’t just have leather seats in the back, it had drinks, TV, video, stereo, maybe a bowling alley for all I knew, it was enormous. We chatted for a while and he did insist I call him ‘Geoffrey’. We got to the club sooner than I had hoped, I was trying to mentally settle myself. When Geoffrey offered his arm as we got out of the car I realised - ‘show affection’ - so I took his hand instead. He seemed pleased, we walked in the club hand-in-hand.

All in all, I thoroughly enjoyed the evening. Geoffrey was my ‘beau’, the perfect gentleman, not at all the sort of behaviour I had been expecting. We sat mainly in a corner of the club, at a table for two, had drinks and a light meal, he chatted a lot about his wife, the fact that he regretted he hadn’t really interested her for several years, regretted never having children, he really did seem to have a miserable ‘family’ life. But he brightened up when he mentioned his business, he was in the City and had done very well in recent years, done a lot of improvements on his ‘estate’ in Perthshire.

A few of his friends came over to chat briefly during the evening, mainly French business colleagues - and one English Lord! I really had difficulty believing I was in this position. Geoffrey was really pleased whenever one of his friends looked admiringly at me, I asked him about this at the end of the evening.

"Do they know - you know?"

"No way" he replied forcefully. "That’s our secret." "Then why don’t you bring a real woman, you could you know, lots of girls would love a date with a Viscount."

"Two reasons, one is that I am afraid of someone trying to go too far. The impotence is a problem, I would hate to be found out. And - well - I really do enjoy the company of ‘special girls’ like you, most others are after getting me into bed and marrying for the money. Besides, maybe I envy you, I once thought I was a bit ‘bi-‘ - in my youth. Anyway, to me you are a woman, and a gorgeous one at that."

He was so sweet I couldn’t help it, I leaned over and kissed him, tenderly, on the lips. He blushed!!

"I think we had better go now, Beth, I really have enjoyed the evening." We headed out, back to the car, and were soon speeding off. Then he surprised me.

"Look, would you mind, we could go back to my hotel, don’t worry, just for a quick drink in the bar."

I smiled a ‘Yes’, after all it was in my instructions, he was the boss. That was before I discovered which hotel he was in. As we got out of the car I looked round and realised. This was my hotel, well, the one Carol and I were staying in. Once again I tried to think quickly, to say something which would get me out of this, but I was too late. Geoffrey had taken my hand, we were heading through the lobby and into the bar. As we went in the door, the commisionnaire held it open, "Bonjour Milord, Milady". I was ecstatic. Of course he knew I was not the Viscountess but was being over-tactful. I was there, on the arm of and quite likely the sexual partner of a Viscount, so of course I had to be treated as nobility too, and called ‘Milady’ and so on.

Luckily the bar was nearly empty, the post-conference session had either finished or gone elsewhere in the City. Probably the latter, this was after all the last evening. There was a group of about six ‘suits’ down at the end of the bar. Geoffrey got me a G & T and I sat on a high stool, crossing my legs so the folds of the gown hung down to reveal my legs and my 6" heels. Geoffrey looked - I saw a glimpse of a different sort of interest on his face.

Then, before I could respond, I saw over his shoulder a familiar face looking from the middle of the ‘suits’. Carol!! And she had recognised me, and had an expression of utter disbelief on her face. She was obviously enjoying being chatted up, maybe she was herself deciding who to spend the night with. But seeing me she stood up and started to come in my direction. This time I thought, and acted fast. I gave her a single ‘stay away for the moment’ look, she got it in one and stopped. I turned back to Geoffrey and muttered "Sorry, darling, must go to the Ladies. I won’t be long’ and kissed him lightly again on the lips.

Then I headed that way, signalling to Carol to follow. "Christ Beth" she exclaimed as soon as we got in there. "You look sensational, I just LOVE the cleavage, are you going to tell me what is going on. And who’s your gorgeous boyfriend?"

In sixty seconds flat, while touching up my mascara just a little, I gave her a rapid run-through of the events of the day. "Sorry I haven’t been able to be in touch but it has been a whirlwind, it really has."

Carol had listened, then smiled a rather naughty smile. "You really are enjoying this aren’t you. Tell me, do you want the room tonight, shall I go with one of the fellas then and leave the coast clear for you?" Surprisingly I sprung to Geoffrey’s defence. "No, he’s not like that, anyway he has his own suite here."

"OK, OK" said Carol. "Anyway, I don’t fancy any of this lot, I’m turning in. I assume you will be back in the morning. Ben, or Beth, or Bethany, surprise me."

She kissed me on the cheek, grinned impishly again and headed off, I rejoined Geoffrey for another drink. The bar was emptying, it was going to close soon, I realised I hadn’t finished yet. I took my gold handbag, opened it and took out my cigarettes, my favourite long girly ones. I put the lighter on the table, Geoffrey picked it up to do the honours. As he did I held his hand to steady it, and held on, taking the cigarette in my other hand. I put Geoffrey’s hand own on my thigh and very slightly stroked it on the nylon before removing mine.

I was excited by this, and so was he. I think he was surprised but he gently carried on stroking my leg. I shuffled a bit to expose more thigh as my gown fell away. I reached down again and took his hand sliding it up inside the gown and up to the top of my stocking. I finished the cigarette and looked him straight in the eyes.

"Beth, I hope you don’t mind me asking but - this really is difficult - would you come up to my room, I have so much enjoyed the evening, I don’t want it to stop yet."

I stood up and grabbed his hand. "If you hadn’t suggested it, I would have.

Come on darling."

I had called him Geoffrey all evening, that ‘darling’ signalled the change in our relationship. We got in the lift and stood behind the ‘bell boy’, I reached up and put my arms round his neck, pulled him close, and gave him as passionate a kiss as I could. I could feel his hands round my waist and, more important, his erection growing against my thigh. Impotent my foot, he just needed some really serious foreplay!!

In his room things moved quickly. We just about got there without serious sexual misconduct in the corridor! As soon as he shut the door I kissed him again, really lovingly this time, and slid his jacket off. His hands were round my back, grabbing my bum hard, I went to work on the shirt. Within minutes he was naked and his erection standing proud, he was breathing heavily. I pulled away and leaned over to kiss him again, then turned and asked "Would you unzip me please, darling". A little hesitantly, he did. I turned to face him and slid the dress off and let it fall. Geoffrey gasped again, I was thrilled. Without the dress the uplift basque really did its job, my massive tits were almost bursting out. He reached forward to cup my right breast with his left hand, I just reached down to cup his balls. Geoffrey’s right hand slid down and rested in my crotch, stroking the gold lamee thong. I began to get aroused myself. We headed towards the bed, I reached down again to pull down his shorts and leaned over, gently stoking his shaft with my tongue, it swelled more, I breathed in, the smell aroused me further. Geoffrey was groaning with pleasure, I moved beside him and kissed the purple knob of his cock gently, sliding my moist lips over it, licking the liquid which had just started to ooze.

Then to my surprise Geoffrey reached behind me and started to undo the laces on my basque. I was a bit unsure but decided to let him continue, literally I had my mouth full at the time! I had been worried this might not happen at all, or that it might not match up to the sex with Michael, but I was wrong, this was better. But I wanted it to last, I sat up. "My darling Geoffrey, please, I want to give you so much pleasure, I don’t want to hurry this. I need to sort something in the bathroom. Will you ring down please, I would LOVE some champagne, my lover." In the bathroom I stepped out of the basque but had to take off the attached suspenders and stockings. Then I remembered. I searched in the overnight bag Clarisse had provided, with all my own clothes in and a few extras. There it was, the new pack of 7 denier black hold-ups I had got the previous morning. I slid them on, and the shoes once more, then rummaged in the bag for makeup etc. I redid my lipstick, quite a lot had been worn off! I also found what I hoped would still be there, the tube of ‘lubricant’, which I applied as needed and where needed, and the condoms. I checked in the full length mirror and liked what I was - long curly blonde hair, big proud breasts with a dark cleavage, the gold thong, black stockings and 6" strappy gold stilettos. I was ready!

Just before emerging I heard the room service arrive, I held back a bit, didn’t want to shock the waiter. As I heard the door close I opened and saw Geoffrey just ‘popping’ the champagne cork. I strolled over confidently to him, breasts bouncing, nails flashing in the light, and took a glass while he poured. As he looked me over his cock rose again, I took a mouthful of the champagne and leaned over to kiss his cock, allowing a little of the cool liquid to run down it. Geoffrey winced a little with the surprise. I finished the glass, turned to kiss once more and whispered "Now, my love, now" in his ear, and took his hand to lead him into the bedroom. I lay on the bed and pulled him on top of me, then lifted my legs and pulled off my thong and ‘pussy-cover’. Geoffrey was VERY erect. I held the top of his knob against my ‘cunt’ and gently pulled towards me, feeling the first resistance as he started to enter. He pushed and with a loud groan he penetrated my arse!

With my help, digging my nails into his arse, he began to stroke in and out, I was in heaven as he kissed and fondled my boobs. Then he pushed harder, and slid smoothly right in! Within half a minute he was ready, I could tell, and so was I!

With a final push and a series of very loud groans, Geoffrey shot his cum up me. The total effect was quite possibly the biggest sexual explosion the world has ever seen! OK, Geoffrey had not stored up his cum for the whole of the previous 12 years, but there was a whole load of it, and 12 years of pent-up sexual frustration behind his frenzied driving as he thrust and thrust, wave after wave of hot love juices deep inside me, he has groaning, almost shouting as he pulsed and relaxed deep inside my ‘love-hole’ and I was loving every second of being on the receiving end of it!! And as well as that, when he was right at the crescendo of the climax, a particularly hot and forceful spurt somehow shot even deeper up me and started off in me what I can only imagine was a very female orgasm,. My ‘cunt’ was on fire, my pelvis thrust upwards and ecstatic shivers of delight spread from my crotch, outwards through my whole body. My long pink nails dug deeper into his arse, my breasts shook, my pink toenails straightened inside my ‘fuck-me’ stilettos, I also cried out "Fuck me, darling, oh yes, fuck me" - or at least something like that.

AND, as if that was not enough, as that orgasm began to subside from its peak, Geoffrey’s right hand reached down and just stroked, very lightly, my own erect ‘clit’ and, instantly, that bulged too and shot a load of my own love-juice out, between my pubic hairs and his, lubricating both with hot fluid and allowing the erotic sliding of our bodies to continue unchecked. After which, the whole orgasm sequence having taken about two very noisy sweaty and erotic minutes, we both just collapsed together and kissed, incredibly tenderly, each grateful to the other for such physical and passionate love-making. We were spent!

We lay there together for about five minutes, each really unable to speak. Eventually Geoffrey stirred, rolled over a little, and puled his spent organ from me. He didn’t need to say it, we both looked into each other’s eyes, the ‘Thank you my lover’ was understood though unsaid. I broke the silence, unromantically.

"Fuck me, Geoffrey, I need a drink".

Geoffrey just smiled. "Not again right now, darling, I need one too." I smiled back.

He got up, slowly, I rolled over and took off my wet nylons and my shoes. Geoffrey came back a minute later with two glasses of champagne, we sat together on the bed, both naked, and linked arms, this time I was romantic as we drank the ‘loving cup’. He had thoughtfully brought my handbag, I needed a cigarette, I just sat on the bed and contemplated the events of the previous two days while he had a shower, then I had a shower too. I removed most of my makeup, just leaving enough to give the desired impression in the semi-dark of the bedroom.

The bed was a mess. Sweat and cum and makeup all over. Geoffrey pulled all the bedclothes off and went in the other room, I heard him on the phone. He asked me to join him, handing over a silk robe rather like his, too large but it did the job, we sat on the sofa and - amazingly - spent 10 minutes drinking more champagne and watching late night, or rather early morning, French league football!!

A house-man came in, went into the bedroom, and left after about five minutes. Geoffrey led me back to the bed, to clean gold SILK sheets. I can tell you, fucking a Viscount has its advantages! Not surprisingly, we both slept. I woke first, at half past eight. I knew I had missed the hotel breakfast, again, but what the hell. I picked up my case and tiptoed into the sitting room, then went back and showered again, this time using the small razor on my face before doing my makeup. Not as sexually provocatively as it was the previous evening, but I did a pretty good job. Then I dressed, in the clothes I had worn to go to Clarisse’s shop, the cream blouse, leather miniskirt, black heels etc. I went over the varnish on my nails with my own, favourite, cherry red, and matching lipstick of course. But I did keep on the gold pendant earrings, I loved them.

Geoffrey was still asleep, I rang down to room service. "Bonjour, la Visconte McIntyre ici. Could you send coffee and croissants, s’il vous plait?" The mixture of languages was the best I could manage. They arrived ten minutes later, I poured two big breakfast cups of coffee and went in to wake my lover.

We spent half an hour together while Geoffrey showered and dressed. He was in a bit of a hurry to get to a business meeting at 11 but wanted to escort me to Clarisse’s offices first. We strolled out of the hotel hand-in-hand, him carrying my little case in which I had packed the gown and all the goodies from the previous night. They would need a good laundering but I was sure Clarisse was used to that!

We got loads of looks as we went through the lobby and reception, I don’t know if any of them had heard us last night but, simply by looking at my rosy glow, and the spring in Geoffrey’s step, it must have been obvious. We hadn’t been watching football ALL night!

 

Part 5 = Clive!

The limo ride was luxurious again. When we went into the store, and through to the back, Kathryn was at the reception desk. She looked, and smiled, yes, she knew too. Geoffrey went through to Clarisse’s own office while Kathryn and I sorted the case, the gown, jewellery etc. She ‘didn’t notice’ the condition of the undies, simply put them in a bag, to be seen to later. "Et maintenant. The jewellery and the - er - breasts".

Clarisse had just come back with Geoffrey.

"It’s alright Beth, you can keep those". Kathryn looked amazed. Clarisse turned to Geoffrey and kissed him on the cheek. "Au revoir, Geoffrey. We will see you again I hope."

Geoffrey was just about to go, I knew he was now in a hurry. But he turned and came towards me and put his arms round my waist. I knew what to do, I reached up and pressed my lips to his. He hugged me closer and gave me the most passionate kiss I had ever had in public, with any gender. I was breathless. He finished with the Arnie line, directed straight at me. "I’ll be back!" and left.

Clarisse took my hand and led me into the back office, asked me to sit down. I did, crossed my legs, and enjoyed again the feeling of nylon sliding across nylon and my skirt riding up to show an expanse of thigh. Clarisse looked at my legs and smiled.

"Now, this is unusual Beth. I have never seen a client come back so happy.

So tell me, what did you two get up to?"

"If you don’t mind, I do realise it was a contract thing, but it really was private - between Geoffrey and myself. If he wants to tell you, OK, but it has changed my view of things a bit. If you don’t mind." "Alright Beth, as you wish. Now the settlement, here is your Fr 5000. And I do know something special went on. I can tell by the look on your face, and on Geoffrey’s. And by the bonus. I keep my cut of the actual fee, I’m not telling you how much but you know it’s hefty. But I always pass on any bonus the client offers in full. Geoffrey gave his last escort a Fr 1000 bonus, that was the first time for him but it’s not unusual. But he has left Fr 10 000 for you! So here is the Fr 15 000. And that’s the highest bonus I have ever seen."

She passed an envelope over.

"And the breastforms and earrings are from the company, you have earned us a lot of goodwill, Geoffrey has a couple of friends he will certainly recommend us to. But don’t worry, I don’t think he will tell them everything, at least he didn’t say much to me." I tucked the envelope in my handbag, imagining the business to be over.

Clarisse came round her desk to face me, I stood up.

"You really are something special, Beth. I wish I had legs like yours."

I was surprised at the comment, more surprised when Clarisse moved closer. She reached her left hand out to stroke my cheek, then slid a gorgeously manicured finger gently down and round my neck, slowly down between my breasts, expertly undoing the top buttons on my blouse as she moved her hand. I was frozen to the spot. She leaned forward and gently placed her lips on mine.

I couldn’t help myself, this gorgeous woman was teasing me now, I reached up to touch her face, then slid my hand down and cupped her breast. I looked straight at her, then spoke. Within ten seconds I changed my mind - twice. "I didn’t really realise, you are a lesbian. Or do you just like TV girls just like Pet- . No, sorry. I’ve just -" I had seen, for a very brief moment, a different expression on her face as my fingers slid into her bra to stroke her nipple. A strange expression, but I knew what it meant.

"You’re a transvestite, wow, I would NEVER have guessed."

She kissed me again, harder.

"Nearly, I am a transsexual, well, almost. I have had some surgery, breast implants, electrolysis, my ears pierced, hair implants, and hormones. And I am very happy as I am."

I couldn’t resist the temptation, my hand slid right down and up her slit skirt to feel her panties, then inside to find.... "That’s right, I’m still whole down there. I do love my little cock, certainly I’m keeping it for the moment, keeps my options open." We stood there facing each other for a few seconds, then together continued to undress each other. My blouse and her chemise came off first, her bra was bulging even more than mine.

"42D my dear, you know, you could get away with a couple of sizes bigger. I will do you discount if you like."

She had lightened the tone but I was still serious, I wanted to see. As I kissed her again I reached behind and undid the bra, it fell away to show gorgeous tits and great big nipples, I leaned over and smeared them with my lipstick, then moved lower with my hands.

We removed each other’s skirt together, reached inside each other’s panties and pulled free our ‘clits’. Clarisse’s was small, the hormones she said, but mine was extremely aroused. She knelt in front of me and wrapped her deep pink lips round my aroused ‘clitoris’, I climaxed almost immediately. And she swallowed it all! Then she reached down and pulled up her panties.

Seeing my disappointed look she smiled wickedly.

"For next time my darling", she said, and kissed me once more. We both dressed while she told me some of the story, of setting up the company after a time as a TV prostitute in Paris, to get away from the dangers and cater for a more select clientele.

"I’m full-time now of course, ‘Clive’ hasn’t

been seen for at least three years. "

"What did you mean by ‘next time’" I

asked.

"Well Beth, I know you have enjoyed yourself enormously, I can’t believe you want to stop now."

I had to agree.

"Well, how about 2 weeks time. Geoffrey is back in Paris with a friend of his. From the House of Lords. How about a double date?" "You’re on!"

 

Part 6 = Carol

I got a chauffeured lift back to my hotel, mentally going through all that had happened in the past few days, wow! In a way I regretted it had to end, but decided to give it a nice but low-key send-off. I asked the chauffeur to take me shopping, though only to the Paris Marks and Spencer’s. I had a lot of cash on my handbag and was going to blow some of it, Well, spend, not blow. I needed some clothes of the masculine variety for my trip home, got a jacket and sweater, underwear, trousers, and shoes - ‘Pour mon mari’, I told the assistant.

Back at the hotel it was lunchtime, Carol’s sessions had finished, she was - inevitably - in the bar, waiting for me. She wanted all the news at once, I told her she would have to wait, I would tell all (and I did) on the way home. Meanwhile, my last act as Beth, we went out, I had retained the car for a short while, and were driven to the outlet of a small but upcoming fashion house Carol had seen a story about in a newspaper some weeks earlier. She adored their clothes, I lashed out quite a lump of the cash on a couture dress for her, long and flowing, a very exotic fabric, she was very pleased.

And then finally, on our way back to the hotel, we just had a jolly good cuddle in the back of the car, enjoying the feel of each other’s nylon-clad legs. I did tell her, or rather ask her, about Clarisse’s suggestion for two week’s time. I couldn’t resist the irony, the very next Friday I was due to play in a five-a-side football semi-final, and the Friday after I was due to get fucked again by Viscount Geoffrey McIntyre! "OK", said Carol, "if I can come over again. But before that, this Saturday my darling Bethany, we are going out on the town in Brum, and we are going to find ourselves a couple of gorgeous men!"

I like variety in life!

 

 

Chapter 2 - Trelines

Part 7 - Viscount Geoffrey McIntyre - on TV.

Anticlimax. That is the only word for it. And after such a start too. It was difficult to believe, three months earlier, I had been in a suite in a posh hotel in Paris, enjoying my very first sex with a man. Or that I had done it again, even better, the next night with a different guy!! What was I doing now? Watching daytime TV (that means television here!) The refuge of the bored housewife and the unemployed.

Which was I? The second of course. And that is what had gone wrong. Carol and I had seven incredibly satisfying days after coming back from France, recounting our sexual exploits, and basically bonking ourselves silly nearly every night with the sheer excitement of it all. But it was the next Friday, the day we had decided to ring up the TV salon in Paris to arrange a rematch, that the downward slide began. I got ‘laid off’.

The firm I worked for had been taken over and now the economies of scale began to bite. OK, I was good at the job but so were several others and for some reason my face didn’t fit the new structure. On the same day, on the other side of Birmingham, Carol was being told another girl had got the promotion she had been after’ Her ‘new boss’ had decided she needed more field experience, so she sent her out on the road again. It was effectively a demotion, from finance manager really to basic ‘rep’. Carol was not happy. The phone call never got made. Lots of other things never happened too. Like I didn’t walk straight into another job, the recession was biting and there were tens of applicants for every post. Again, I was good but so were lots of other men. And there was the mortgage insurance, it never paid out. We didn’t realise we had chosen the cheap option, which pays out if BOTH partners lose their jobs. Like many couples we had extended our credit fully, a mortgage based on our combined salaries, and then some. Now it had to be paid from one salary. Carol did try, I stayed at home and did all the odd jobs, housework, cooked a bit, cleaned etc. But the daytime TV afforded a break in the day while Carol was out working. Most of it was boring. Very. That day, for some reason, I was watching ‘Parliamentary Diary’. Riveting. But suddenly it was, I saw a face I recognised, I had seen it very close up in that hotel in Paris. I had kissed, stroked and caressed it. Viscount Geoffrey McIntyre, minor peer, had been catapulted into the spotlight. A colleague in the Lords had been forced to resign over some financial mis-management, fraud was suspected. And Geoffrey, ‘my Geoffrey’, was appointed to the position in the Lords, Party spokesman on something European, French affairs or whatever. I had to smile. Little did they know of his French affair! I did! I watched with fascination. He was due to take over next week and make some major speech on the situation in Poland or something. The presenter of the programme was giving a brief biography when the doorbell rang. It was the milkman, late again, I paid him and rushed back to the TV (television!). I missed the ending of the feature, something about the Viscountess. Pity, I would have liked to see what she looked like. Just curious. The milkman had taken almost all the cash I had in the house. Things, having been tight for ten weeks, had suddenly begun to become very tight. I hadn’t even dressed for two weeks.

To cheer me up Carol had encouraged me to ‘dress’, the lot, skirt and top, tits, undies, makeup, wig, jewellery, extra-high stilettos, maybe once a week, and to do the cooking ‘en femme’ We usually enjoyed the experience, and had very good sex afterwards! I really was feeling down that day, before the programme grabbed my interest.

I switched off the TV after it finished, and was just going to do a coffee, when the doorbell rang again. It was a man I had never seen before. For some reason I went into mental ‘femme mode’ on seeing him. To me he was not very tall, not really attractive, just a bit plump and to be honest a bit shabby. He introduced himself.

 

Part 8 - Mr. Smart

"Good afternoon, Sir. My name is Smart, Patrick Smart. I wonder if you might be able to help me. I am looking for a woman." I almost made the obvious reply, ‘Aren’t we all, mate’.

But something about his manner stopped me.

"Let me explain, Sir, I am looking for a particular woman, I am not too sure about the name, it is maybe Beth or Bethany Willis, though again I am not too sure about the surname. Maybe you know where I can find her? I was gob-smacked!! For quite a few seconds I just couldn’t say anything. Not surprising really, the last thing I expected was a man turning up on the doorstep looking for ‘Bethany’.

"I need to explain, I am a private investigator, not the police or anything. I have reason to believe you can help me locate this rather special kind of lady." He looked down at a notebook, then up at me, then down again, then at me again. The look on his face said it all. He knew. And he knew that I knew. And he knew that I knew that he knew....... "Shall I come in, Sir, rather than continuing on the doorstep?" I moved aside to let him in, led him into the kitchen - the lounge was full of ironing I should have been doing while Carol was away. "Now then, sir. Let me reassure you. I have been commissioned by a French company, Saytel, to find this young women. And, looking at the information I have, I am now absolutely certain you can help me. But, Mr. Jackson, I have been told that this lady is in no trouble, quite the reverse. The company are very keen to reacquaint themselves with her, she can learn something definitely to her advantage. "

‘Saytel!!’ His French accent was appalling, it was ‘C’est Elle’, the name of Clarisse’s salon. I had been calmed a little by smiling at his mispronunciation.

"Er - I may be able to help you, Mr. Smart. But I think some more details might be in order."

"Very well Sir, but briefly. A colleague of mine, well, a rival really, has been searching for this rather special lady for six weeks, with no success. I have been given seven days, this is the seventh and I am on a bonus so you can see why I am so keen. The company in Paris led to a hotel there, and to a ‘Ms Beth Ferris’. I found her in Birmingham, thence to a work colleague of hers, a Mrs. Carol Jackson who I understand is away on business. Hence to this house, Sir, and to you. I do appreciate the delicacies here, and that someone else may be involved. Perhaps you would wish to consult Mrs. Jackson. Let me put it this way. If I were to go away for, say, two hours, do you imagine you could give me an answer on my return?" I realised he was giving me a bit of a lifeline, certainly I was intrigued that ‘C’est Elle’, which meant Clarisse, were trying to find ‘Bethany’. True, Carol was away working for four days desperately trying to show she was too good to be a rep. I smiled and said "I think so". "Very well, Sir. I did notice on my way here a pub, is it the ‘Green Man’ in a village about two miles up the road. Do you maybe know it? I could go there for lunch, I am partial to a pint and a steak pie. I will be back about one. There will of course be someone here, Sir." He didn’t want me to do a bunk. I reassured him there would be, he knew he had got me, there was nowhere to run. And why should I? "I don’t go in that pub but I have heard good reports of it. OK, see you at one."

He and I both knew he had found ‘Beth’. He went out much happier than he came in, maybe he was planning what to do with the bonus. As he went I dashed upstairs to watch him go. But first he stood by his car, talking for several minutes into a mobile phone. To Clarisse? Maybe.. I decided to give him a bit of a surprise, to give him what he wanted though maybe not in the way he expected. I opened the wardrobe in the spare room and looked at ‘Bethany’s’ clothes, untouched for several weeks. I could be changed and out of the door within 90 minutes. I didn’t take that long. Smoothing my face and body with hair remover in the shower took nearly fifteen, laying my clothes out and choosing took a further ten, then I set to it.

I started of course with the breastforms, stuck them on, cleaned the adhesive from the sides and applied the cover-up to the edges, then sprayed it with the fixer. Not much of that left in the can, well, never mind, I could at least enjoy myself this time. Then on with the black silky thong, then the full basque, pulled as tight as I could at the back. I didn’t look in the mirror, just carried on.

Feeling good in the sexy undies, I started on the makeup. I didn’t really need my toes doing but I always like to feel ‘complete’, I did them in my favourite deep cherry red. Then stuck on a set of longish fingernails and did them the same colour. It was still well within an hour since I had started. My face came next, a little cover-all, eyes, very careful here with a mauve eyeshadow, tinged just a little blue, eyebrows and then quite a heavy deep blue mascara. And just a little blusher on the cheeks. I decided on nice stockings, black seamed, hi-leg and only 10 denier, a pair I had been saving. I added the jewellery, three rings, necklet, big drop earrings clipped into place. And a thin gold ankle chain, not something I usually wear but it seemed appropriate here.

I slipped on my white silk blouse, buttoned almost up to the neck. Then I undid three buttons!

And slid on my black leather mini which had done so well for me in Paris. Then my well-rehearsed final three stages, lipstick, very careful shaping here, the blonde curly wig, and shoes, black patent 3" stilettos. I grabbed my handbag and inspected the clock, and myself. From start to finish in just over an hour, I felt proud of myself. I inspected my reflection very carefully, and happily could find no fault. Now, I slung things together. The little change I had, a few makeup items, keys, cards - and condoms, an automatic response! Further, I threw assorted male clothes and some female, since I didn’t really know what to expect, into a hold-all, grabbed it and left the house.

It took me less than ten minutes to drive there, I was at the Green Man just over an hour after I started running the shower! I was relieved to see Mr. Smart’s car in the car park, at least this had not been for nothing. Who am I kidding, it was a real buzz for me whether he had been there or not! I pulled in my car next to his and headed for the pub. I couldn’t see into the public bar, the door was solid but the door to the lounge had a small window, he was there, and I was ready.

I opened the door and confidently went in. There were two quite old men sat at the bar, pints in hand. When I walked in and smiled at the one facing me, his hand stopped mid-way to his mouth. Which fell open! His eyes swept down me, blonde hair, big boobs, legs and heels, I could see he was turned on by the sight. I walked over to the table where my quarry was just finishing his pint.

"Good afternoon Mr. Smart". I kept my voice low, a bit husky, quite a sexy and inviting tone. I held out my right hand. He stood up, and had no choice but to reach forward and gently shake hands. I could see his total surprise as he too looked me up and down, I could tell what he was thinking. Then I shocked him even before he could speak, the ‘double whammy’. "Hi, I’m Bethany Jacques, I understand you wish to see me." It was his turn to fluster, he really didn’t know what to say? He looked me up and down, again I knew that he knew, but he was still having difficulty coping with what he knew!

"Well, aren’t you going to ask me to sit down? And I really could do with a drink." It gave him something to do something about instead of just looking silly, he stood up and indicated the chair next to his. "Sure, sure, what would you like?" I asked for a G&T, he picked up his pint glass and drained the last quarter of it in one, then turned to the bar. The barman was there, looking at me! Mr. Smart ordered, while still looking me over. As soon as he got his pint he took a large swallow, I could see he needed it! When he came back with the drinks I had a surprise for him. As he approached I lifted my right leg and swung it over the left, the feeling of nylon sliding over nylon exposing a large amount of leg has always delighted me. It delighted him too, I am sure he got a glimpse of bare thigh and of my stocking tops, the hand with the beer in wobbled visibly. I’m not sure why I was teasing him like this, he is a nice man really, maybe I am just like that. He sat down again and took out his notebook.

"Now then. You have surprised me, - er - Miss Jacques. Obviously I wasn’t expecting to meet you like this. May I say I have a very flattering description of you here, but you do amaze me, you exceed it by some margin. However, down to business."

I took a large sip from my gin, smiled a ‘thank you’ to his compliment, and then became a bit more serious as he explained. Mlle Court (Clarisse) had hired him to find me and to offer me a sort-of deal. Would it be possible for me to get in touch with her, he could ring if I liked, maybe go up to London with him - today? She had been in town for the past six days but had to fly out this evening, and would really like to meet first. He was most keen that I should, if I could, part of his bonus was for finding me, the other part was for persuading me to go to London with him. I thought about it, then straight away said ‘Yes’. Carol was away for four more days, if I could contact her to let her know, make sure there were no problems, yes I could. He seemed relieved, got up to go. "I’ve left my phone in the car, I will ring now and check where and when. Maybe you could speak to Mademoiselle Court to reassure her you will be coming."

I got up to join him, and surprised him again by smiling as I took his arm as we left. He resisted just a little at first, then I think he noticed the looks I was getting, and the looks HE was getting from the other men in the bar. When we got to his car he got the phone out and dialled, eventually getting through, to Clarisse.

"I have Miss Bethany Jacques here with me, yes, ............that’s right, that’s the name. ...........Yes, I can assure you, MOST certainly, this is the person you have been seeking.........It seems we CAN come up to town now ...........Shall I put her on?"

He handed me the phone. "Hello there, Clarisse? Beth here". We chatted for a few minutes, Clarisse was obviously excited to hear me, I told her I had some problems but would tell her later. And yes, it was OK, I could come up to London - almost immediately. She muttered something about arranging somewhere to stay and I passed the phone back to Mr. Smart. He again chatted for a few minutes, then switched off. We didn’t take long, we both drove back to the house, I took the case in and re-sorted the sort of thing I thought I might need.

One final look in the mirror (yes, I am vain, I know) and a brief letter left for Carol, though I hoped to be in touch with her. Then Mr. Smart and I were off, in his car, speeding down the M6 and then the M40. We didn’t talk much, at first he asked me a bit about myself but realised he was embarrassed and stopped. I got out of him the fact that he was married, 3 kids, lived in Fulham.

After Oxford I realised I needed to answer the call of nature, sitting in the car with things tightly tucked into my panties was rather uncomfortable. He pulled off at a service station and we both headed into the building. I was feeling rather chirpy, bouncing along a bit, and slipped my hand into his as we walked. He seemed surprised but, being maybe used to my ‘oddity’ by then, accepted it. He also accepted - he had to, really - my going into the Ladies. I did the necessary and tucked myself away again, then touched up my lipstick and went out. He was waiting, I held out my hand and smiled, he took it, and I squeezed a little to say ‘thanks’. As we got near the car I turned as we walked.

"Mr. Smart, will you answer me a question? Honestly."

"Sure, Miss Jacques, fire away"

"Do you think I am attractive?"

"It’s Patrick. Well, I do have to admit, from what I see, yes. You do have a great figure, and very nice legs." We had reached the car. I smiled at him again, and leaned over and kissed him gently - on the lips. He was very taken aback this time, I could see. But somewhere deep in his expression - he enjoyed it. When we got in and were just about to buckle up, I turned to him again. I tried to use my gentlest sexiest voice. "Patrick. Will you do me a very great favour, please?" I looked at him wide-eyed, the eye makeup probably helped to give force to my appeal, he had to say yes. I took his left hand in my right, and put it on my right thigh, well above the knee. Then I looked him straight in the eyes and slowly rolled my tongue over my hot lips, I gently began to slide his hand up and down, letting my breathing get a bit heavier. His did too! I leaned forward again and gently pressed my lips to his, carrying on sliding. He resisted at first but I stayed in contact, pressed a little harder and opened my mouth a little, forcing my tongue in-between his lips. This was a proper kiss! I pulled back and smiled, looked down at my legs, he looked too. I shuffled in my seat and reached down to slide the hem of my skirt up with my left hand to show the tops of my stockings and just a little of my panties. His breathing got heavier.

I leaned over to kiss him again, and felt his hand slide over my garter and just feel my panties. He jumped at the touch, I whispered "Yes, Patrick, please, just there, please, that’s gorgeous darling". My hand slid in again, I kissed him harder and undid another two buttons on my blouse. I took his other hand and slid it under my blouse so he could fondle my breasts through my bra. Which he did! He kept resisting my kissing as if he didn’t want to, but his hands told a different story. I knew I had him! My hands went to work, I unzipped his fly and reached in, found his very erect organ and steered it out. I pulled back, his left hand continued under my skirt but his right had to move away. I sat up a little in my seat and took off my blouse, then kissed him again. This time his tongue told a different story, and he was undoing the buckle of my bra at the back. I wiggled round a bit and the bra came off, he teased and fondled my left breast. I was semi-naked, in a car in a car park outside Oxford, with a straight guy breathing really heavily as he fondled my boobs - and his cock was in my hand! It was growing, I knew I had to be quick. "Is that good for you, darling" I asked, as sexily as I could, again nuzzling his neck with my lips. "Tell me what it is like for you?" I just moaned a little, his fingers were still stroking my panties, then he slid one inside and started feeling my ‘clit’.

"Would you like me to stop, darling, please tell me what you feel? Does it feel good my love?" He looked straight at me, obviously blissful.. "Yes, it feels fucking fantastic, please, don’t stop, OOOOOOh!" I had surprised him as I leaned down and slid my deep red lips right down over the purple head of his cock. As the head hit the back of my throat, he climaxed, I was in ecstasy as the hot thick juice shot out and filled my mouth, I swallowed eagerly as more and more spurted out for nearly half a minute. He stopped thrusting and slumped back in the seat, groaning. I sat up and looked at him and smiled.

"So, how was it for you my love?" He didn’t answer straight away, got his breath back, then looked me in the eyes.

"You are good, you are really good, I’ve never experienced ANYTHING like that before. I’m not sure what the French tart wants you for but they had better pay you well, you are worth it!"

I had finished licking the last of his juice from my lips, and leaned over to pick up my bra. I put my arms through and turned round so he could hook up the back. Then I slipped my arms into my blouse and started to do up the buttons.

"Well, Patrick my darling, it was a pleasure to service you. I haven’t had a man for months, I really did enjoy myself. But tell me, didn’t it worry you, you know, knowing what I have between my legs. Worried you might really be gay or something?"

"I don’t care, I never really thought of it. OK, I know really but while you were coming on to me, well, you are a woman to me. All woman. " "And how about now, Patrick my love? In the cold light of day, now that you have subsided. " He finished zipping himself up. "Well, it’s different now. I mean, I know what you are really..., I mean, I wouldn’t, not now......" "Patrick, get out of the car!" It was a clear instruction, an order. I opened my door and got out myself, then reached in to get my 6" stilettos from behind the seat. I slipped my lower heels off and them on. He had got out, we were now in full view of several people in the car park. I went round to his side and reached out, putting my arms round his neck. He resisted.

"No, not in public, no!"

I was not taking no for an answer, I leaned forward and touched his lips with mine. He was definitely resisting, he knew what kind of ‘girl’ was coming on to him. Yet I carried on, pushed my lips harder, opened my mouth and forced his lips apart, darted my tongue in. Very suddenly, he was pushing no more, I was eating his lips with mine, I felt his hand again slide up my skirt.

"Higher, higher my love, that’s it, feel my panties, now, into my panties, feel me, feel me!"

I felt his hand slide up my thigh, over my stocking tops, into my panties, he was gripping and sliding his hand all round my own organ, his other hand slid into my blouse again fondling my breast. I hooked a leg round his waist, ravishing his lips with mine, I pulled his zip down and slid my hand in to feel his cock rising again. We just had to stop. We did, it was getting indecent! One young, maybe married, couple were leaning against their car next but one to us, very very interested in my stocking tops and knickers. We stopped, it was Patrick who said it. "Look, we had better get on, we are due in London, I know the kind of girl you are, but I really could - you know - really fuck you, I’d love to but... Better not, you know. Please Miss Jacques, shall we go?"

He smiled and I released him, pulling my skirt down. "OK lover boy". We got back in the car, Patrick calmed down and drove on. We didn’t speak much after that. It was only as we got near Central London, and the traffic slowed us, that Patrick said "We’ll be there in about 10 minutes, let me say it now, thanks! You really did do me a lot of good, made me think. I can tell you one thing, I have let my wife down a bit lately but straight after dropping you off I am going home, to give her a good shafting!" I smiled. Patrick got out his mobile when we stopped at the lights, pressed the redial button. I only heard his part of the conversation, basically he was confirming to Clarisse, that we were arriving (wherever) very soon. We eased forward, had to stop at the lights again. I put my hand on Patrick’s knee, he turned, and I gave him a long, smoochy, very tender kiss, then pulled away and smiled.

"If I ever go missing again, I hope you will be sent looking for me. And if you do, I promise you, you will get a fuck to remember." At which the lights changed and we crossed the junction, coming to a halt at the kerb about 100 yards further on.

 

9 - Clive again!

We were outside a very austere-looking place, really a bit drab, but suddenly the whole fascia was brightened by Clarisse, in a very tight fitting red minidress zipped all the way up the front, who came almost bounding down the steps and opened the car door on my side. I got out. She gave me a really big hug, kissed me on the cheek. "Beth, my darling, it is SO good to see you. Really I was so worried when we couldn’t contact you, now my love, you must come in and tell me all about it. You look ravishing my dear, positively radiant, come in, come in." So in we went, into what I was not quite sure. It seemed a bit like the old Victorian image of a gentleman’s club, dark brown and cream décor, very olde-worlde. Not Clarisse’s scene at all, I thought. Patrick followed us, with my case. Clarisse broke off from talking to me for a while. "Thank you so much, Mr. Smart, a very efficient and tactful job. I will be in touch, and I will certainly recommend your firm. But I must rush, goodbye."

With which she took my case, shook his hand and turned to me. I managed to catch his eye just for a moment, and saw him looking quizzically at Clarisse’s rather high heels. He looked at me. I smiled a combined ‘thank you’ and ‘goodbye’, then altered my gaze a little to answer the question he was obviously thinking, to say ‘yes, that’s right, she is a man too’. He grinned widely and turned to leave.

"But first" said Clarisse, "Come with me".

We passed the reception area where she left my case, then took my hand and led me to the Ladies. We went in our separate cubicles to perform, then met again by the mirror where I was re-fixing my lipstick. She took my hand again, and then pulled me back into a cubicle. I was puzzled by this, Clarisse reached down and pulled down her zip, all the way. Underneath she wore sheer black hold-up stockings, and nothing else. I stared in admiration at those gorgeous bulging breasts of hers, the best and biggest boob job I had ever seen. She put her arms round my neck and kissed me, deeply, her tongue seeking mine. I was out of breath when we parted. "When I heard you were coming, I changed my outfit, I hope you like it. Now, Beth, or Ben. or whatever, you owe me one!" . She reached behind her back and removed her bra in one easy movement, then began to unbutton my blouse. The second time in two hours! Clarisse - or was it Clive now- was hot for it and, suddenly, so was I! We kissed again and fondled each other’s body, revelling in the touch. I knew it was my turn, he had given me the blow-job on our last meeting.

Despite the cramped conditions in the cubicle I knelt and took her small cock, small because of her hormone treatment she had said, in my mouth and began to tease it. I ought to be good at this after the recent practice. My lips caressed the head and it began to grow, Clarisse was arching his back and breathing heavily, I teased it again with my tongue and enjoyed the taste.

"God, Beth, you are good" gasped Clarisse, "I do so want you, go on, go on...".

Her cock was swelling, it was getting really big now, I was surprised such a small penis could fill my mouth so. I realised she was close and redoubled my efforts, digging my nails into his arse, feeling her thrusting. The pulsing began, suddenly my mouth was full of sperm, washing round, I was forced to swallow, and swallow, and keep on swallowing.... And Clarisse subsided as quickly as he had swelled, the thrusting stopped, we both were sweating now. We kissed.

"Beth honey, I haven’t done that in ages, you really are just a sensational cock sucker. You have a real tart’s mouth, when you want to use it. I don’t know what you did for Michael or for Geoffrey, but for me, wow! I really must tell you, you are the very last to use that cock, I am booked in for surgery the day after tomorrow. For the chop. I have decided, it is time, I want to be a whole woman. I’m having the boob job looked at again at the same time, expanded to a 44DD would you believe. And I promise you, the doctors reckon 6 weeks to heal. I want you to be the first cock up my cunt!"

I was so happy for Clive, or rather Clarisse, a tear came to my eye, really. "I am honoured to be your last sexual partner, Clive, and I promise you, Clarisse, when I see her again, will get the first of many really sensational fucks. The first of many."

We somehow got out of the cubicle, it had been cramped in there. We both refreshed ourselves as well as we could, I gave Clarisse’s tits a final tender kiss before she put them away, and we left the Ladies.

 

Part 10 - Geoffrey

We were both feeling very happy and satisfied, I just wonder what the people we were walking past would have thought of our escapades - and of mine with Patrick. Clarisse led me back through the lobby - it was closer to a restaurant than a club. "You must be famished, darling. Come on, let’s go do lunch."

"Well, I have just eaten" I joked. "But yes, I could do with something, and a drink."

We went through big double doors to the main dining section, there were maybe fifty people there, a great many turned to look at Clarisse’s legs as we walked past, some leered at mine too. The maitre d’ found us a table for two, Clarisse ordered for us, a small fish dish in a sauce, and a drink! I needed a gin and tonic, a large one. In the next ten minutes I gave Clarisse - it was definitely not Clive now - some of the details of the past few months, the problems with the job and with money, not being able to get to Paris etc. She listened sympathetically.

Finally I asked "Now, my lover, why am I here?" "OK, time to come clean. Look down the restaurant, ah, here she comes. See the woman there, in the blue outfit?". I looked and saw a woman of about 35, very smartly dressed, coming back from the Ladies I think, she walked back to her table to join the four men there. Surely, I thought, not one of Clarisse’s ‘girls’. I was sure she wasn’t. But there was something not quite right. She was very well dressed, those clothes were not from C & A. But she really didn’t ‘carry’ them well. Maybe I am fussy, I do try to get everything looking right. But then, because of the sort of female I am, I have to.

But the woman I saw did not really take care of herself. She was just a little on the plump side, her hair really could have been lovely, long and reddish, and her makeup could have been much more sensibly chosen. She got to her table and sat down. I looked at the men, middle aged, suits, stockbrokers or something. Then I saw the paperwork in front of them, they were tidying it away, obviously just finished their business. Maybe lawyers. They all stood and shook hands, two of the men left with her, another left the other way, one sat down again. I had not been able to see him properly before, his back was towards me, but now I knew. It was Geoffrey, Viscount Geoffrey McIntyre, my long-lost ‘lover’. Clarisse leaned over, she knew I had just realised.

"That was the Viscountess. Was in the past tense. You have just witnessed the end of the divorce discussions. She has a new man in her life, a disgustingly rich American, she has lost the British title but she is off now to be Queen of Texas or something. "

She grabbed a waiter who was passing and whispered something, he went over and talked to Geoffrey. He turned round and saw Clarisse, and then saw me!! And that he was not expecting. He walked rapidly over and pulled up an extra chair from a nearby table, leaned over and kissed Clarisse’s hand, and mine, and sat down. Immediately, I felt his left hand, under the table, slide from my knee, up my thigh and over my stocking tops!! "Ma cherie, where have you been all my life, specially the past 3 months?". As he said this, one finger slid further up my leg, snaked its way into my panties and began to fondle my own member. I just gasped, Geoffrey smiled, Clarisse realised what was going on. And in the middle of the restaurant too. I tried to reply but didn’t make much of a job of it. I realised, he had called me ‘ma cherie’, the female form in French. I glowed inside. "Never mind, Beth, I’ve found you now. You probably saw, or Clarisse will have told you. I am now ‘a free man’. The settlement is settled, the lawyers are now into their nasty business, and I am rid of that woman. So now, I need another one! Interested?"

I was not really used to Geoffrey’s rather flippant banter at that time, but I still didn’t take his comments too seriously. However I did realise that he wasn’t entirely joking.

"Beth, I have to go see someone now, business of state you know. And I do know Clarisse has a plane to catch. I am going to leave you in the hands of my driver John. Not literally of course. First - one question. We only had one night together in Paris. Can you stay with me for a while, maybe 3 or 4 days? It would be lovely to be with you again. How about it?" I knew one problem immediately he said that, and of course there was Carol. But I didn’t want to put him right off. Before I could say anything Clarisse stood up, Geoffrey, the gentleman he is, stood up too. "Have to go, Geoffrey my dear. I have to leave you two lovebirds. I really do have a plane to catch, and a very important two or three days ahead. I must dash."

She leaned over, kissed us each on the cheek, and was off. I turned to Geoffrey.

"Paris is a problem. I have brought my passport, in case, this morning I didn’t really know what would be happening. I can’t use it as I am dressed now, I really don’t much look like my photo! And if I am going to be away for a few days there is someone I would have to ring." He understood, both points, at once. He sat thinking for half a minute. "OK, have my mobile, phone if you can. I will get John. And I have just had an even better idea than Paris. I’ll be back" He handed over his phone, turned and was off. The mobile was a different model to the ones I had seen, I couldn’t see how to start it, I looked at it for a few moments but couldn’t really work it out. As I was staring John, the driver I had met in Paris, came and sat at my table. He took the phone and pressed buttons.

"Right, miss, sorted now, just dial the ordinary number." John was a sort of driver and personal assistant, I knew that he knew my secret but he still called me ‘miss’, well, he had to really in the company and the situation. I dialled Carol’s mobile, provided by the company, we couldn’t afford that luxury. I heard the dial tone, it was switched on. I looked at John, he realised I wanted some privacy and headed off somewhere briefly.

She answered.

"Hi Carol, it’s me here. Bethany......Yes, that’s right. I’m in London!......... Well, it’s a bit of a long story....". I explained what had happened, well, some of it anyway and told her, or rather asked her if she minded if I was away for a few days. "It’s Viscount Geoffrey, really, he’s just sorted out his separation and to be honest seems rather taken with me. I really would like to spend a few days here. I will be in touch, OK, should be back Friday, same as you......Well, in a club, sort of restaurant.....the black leather mini!! Yes, that’s right, absolutely acres of thigh, and there’s a guy looking right up my skirt right now!!!....OK, bye darling." A strange conversation but it got the message across. As I folded up the mobile, Geoffrey and John came over to my table. Geoffrey was smiling, so was I at the thought that I was sitting in a London restaurant in a tight black leather miniskirt with lots of MEN looking at me and having trouble with their pants!

"OK darling, we’re all sorted out. John is going with you to the airport, I’m catching the very first plane tomorrow morning. Now, let’s get your case, you’re in a bit of a hurry I think."

"Hang on Geoffrey, I can’t, my passport, I told you. I just CAN’T get on a plane to Paris looking like this!"

"It’s OK my love, you’re not going to Paris. You are going to Trelines. John will fill you in, now, hurry."

He pulled out my chair, very gentlemanly, I could feel the eyes burning into my bum! John had the case, Geoffrey took my hand and we headed out of the door, past a crowd, into a taxi. Or at least John and I got in the taxi, Geoffrey leaned in and kissed me and was off out again. John spoke to the driver. " I’m not sure I can cope with this, John" "You can, miss, you can. Viscount Geoffrey knows what he is doing." "But, John, well, you know the sort of girl I am....". He scowled just a little towards me, indicated the taxi driver with his eyes.

"Later, miss". I shut up.

It didn’t take as long as it might have, the taxi drove right in to Heathrow - and dropped us off at the VIP entrance! John got my bag and led the way, I just followed, he knew where he was going and the staff there knew him. We were whisked right through to the VIP lounge. I was sat down on a leather chair with my case beside me while John went off, and a waiter brought me a gin and tonic on a tray. John returned we were alone for a moment. "Right John, tell me, what is happening."

"Viscount Geoffrey is sorting out some affairs of state this evening, seeing some of the higher-ups in the Party. Then he is coming out to join us tomorrow morning."

"Join us where? Scotland, is that it, are we flying to Edinburgh or somewhere, I know it can’t be abroad. He has a house in Scotland, hasn’t he?"

"He has two, well, the family have about five actually. But no, not Scotland, His Lordship thought you might like a little privacy. We are going to Trelines. That’s his house - on Jersey."

Jersey! The channel islands, of course, I knew he had French interests, it was only natural he should be involved there too, for tax reasons if no other.

 

Part 11 - John

So it was, less than two hours later, I was being driven along rather windy roads to Geoffrey’s ‘country house’ in the Channel Islands. It looked big from the outside as we drove up to the gates - I only later realised just how big. John had warned me as we flew, "I ought to say, miss, be careful on the island. Especially with the staff in Trelines. No, there’s nothing wrong with them, at all, they are a fine team. But they don’t know about - well, his Lordship’s rather special taste in girls, if you see what I mean." I saw exactly what he meant. Geoffrey was an important person now, always had been in a way, accident of birth. If it got out that he was ‘dating’ a transvestite, well, it wouldn’t bring the government down but there would be quite an impact. John read my mind in a way.

"So, miss, even between the two of us, to me you are his Lordship’s lady friend, at all times, public and private, except when in absolute privacy and with a very good reason. And I am sure you would never refer to the matter except when necessary...?"

"Of course, John thanks for the warning, and the advice." As we entered the house I began to realise its size. The hall was probably bigger than our entire house in Birmingham, the lounge was luxurious. John lead me up to my room. We walked along the corridor, accompanied by Meg the housekeeper, John indicated the layout.

"The bathroom, here, though there is one in your own room of course. This is his Lordship’s room, and this is yours, miss."

He lead me into an absolutely gorgeously appointed chamber, big luxurious bed, TV, chairs, French windows onto a small balcony, ... well, just about everything. Meg was bustling about in the bathroom, one look at John answered my unspoken question. He looked towards the bathroom, then to a door in the opposite wall, then I realised it led to the master bedroom. Of course I was just a guest here, for the benefit of all the rest of the staff.

But that door led to Geoffrey’s room, if it was locked then I was sure he had the key... and it wouldn’t stay locked during my stay. I unpacked my small case, it didn’t take long, showered and redid my makeup and changed. Then I headed downstairs, eager to explore somewhat and to see just how the other half did live. John was in the kitchen. I looked around to see if we were alone, he could see that.

"I have given Meg the rest of the evening off, miss, and the other staff aren’t here, they only come in part-time when his Lordship is not in residence."

I decided to be blunt. "John, has Geoffrey ever brought any of his other ‘girlfriends’ here?"

"No, miss, you are the first. I was very surprised when he told me he wanted to bring you here but, if you don’t mind me saying so, miss, you really are a bit special and I think his Lordship thinks so too. The Viscountess, of course, has been here several times in the past few years. And before her, many years ago, his Lordship would sometimes bring a young woman for a night of two, but never his special girls, for obvious reasons really. You are the very first he could bring. That has just reminded me, I was supposed to show you the wardrobe in your room. Please, miss, follow me." We headed through the lounge and back upstairs, into my room. John opened up a door to reveal an enormous walk-in wardrobe.

"The Viscountess, well, the ex- now, tried to set up a business, ladies’ clothes etc, exporting to France and to the UK from here. It never really worked, finally failed about 3 months ago. She had a great many items, some samples, some exclusive lines, made up in her size which unless I am mistaken, miss, is exactly yours, or rather was before she put on a little weight. They belong strictly to his Lordship, her Ladyship won’t want them at all I am sure. He asked me to show you, anything you like, try it, if you like it it’s yours. Please have a good look."

I did - it was incredible, a transvestite’s dream. A whole roomful of racks and drawers, dresses, gowns, skirts and tops, underwear, some very exclusive stuff here. And in the drawers the accessories, jewellery, costume stuff I could see but lovely to look at, stockings, tights, more underwear, handbags, belts. And makeup, really good quality, absolutely lots of samples and boxes. I was in heaven.

There was one disappointment. The shoes were all too small, I only had two pairs with me, both black stilettos, I could choose 3" or 6" heels. The thought of my extra-highs reminded me, I turned and went back in the wardrobe, found a size 10 silver lame ‘micro-dress’, halter neck, very low back, no sleeves, it was lovely. I slipped off my shoes and skirt, in fact I undressed totally. I hoped for, and found, a matching silver bra-and-panties set in one of the drawers. The bra was underwired but a bit small for me, my boobs were almost bulging out. The panties were snug. I found a pair of stockings in a drawer, 7 denier grey seamed hold-ups with a silk top, and slid them up my legs, they felt sensational.

I stood in front of the big mirror in there, and stepped into the dress, managing to pull up the zip at the back up to just above the crack in my bum. It was designed to go with the bra and covered where it should, and left an awful lot bare too. I found a pair of silver ‘diamond’ pendant earrings and pinned them in my ears, then looked for and found five big dressy silver rings in another drawer, and a black velvet choker with a big ‘diamond’ centre stone. In the bathroom I redid my makeup again, eyelids in silver and purple this time. I slid on the 6" heels, grabbed the matching silver clutch bag and transferred some of my things to it. I headed downstairs again.

I walked into the kitchen. It was empty but I looked through and saw a light on in the room next to it. I went through - this was obviously a cosy sitting room for the staff at the house. John was sitting with a coffee there, he stood up when he saw me. I walked over across the tiled floor, my very high heels clicking, and stood in the doorway so he got a full view of all I had to offer. I walked over and reached up to adjust his tie, then tried my huskiest, sexiest voice.

"Like what you see, John?"

For a moment he thought I was serious, that I was really trying to seduce him. He looked worried, then spotted the change in my own expression. "Christ, miss, you had me worried for a moment there." "That’s OK, John, I am sorry, shouldn’t tease. May I ask, do you share his Lordship’s liking of TV girls?"

"With all respect miss, I don’t, but each to his own. I am straight hetero, miss. But - may I speak bluntly, miss? And promise you won’t tell a word of what I say to his Lordship."

"Go on, John, my lips are sealed."

"Well, miss, like I said, I have no interest in such girls. But if it wasn’t for the job, I don’t want to risk it at all, even though I know what’s under your panties, miss, I would quite willingly fuck you all night!". I blushed as he said this, but I think he was glad he said it. I was not sure at that moment exactly what I was going to do next. But I could see his eyes almost staring at my rather exposed breasts. "Could I have a drink, John, G and T please".

"Surely, miss, no problem. "

I followed him through to the kitchen and hoisted myself up on a tall stool at the breakfast bar. I crossed my legs, enjoying yet again the sensual feeling as my skirt slid up over my nylons. As I took my drink and sipped it, he couldn’t help look down my cleavage again. I took my cigarettes out from my bag and got one out, John held my lighter for me and, as I had done before, I held on to his hand.

I shuffled again to make my skirt ride up a little more. It was too good an opportunity to miss, I did need to seduce him.

"So, John, we are alone now, will you do me a favour? Girls like me do worry about just how men react to us. Please, will you put your hand on my breast?"

He looked shocked but before he had time to say no I took his right hand and slid it under my dress so he was cupping my right breast. "Does that feel good? Does it truly feel real?’ I whispered, trying to keep my voice sultry and sexy. ‘ Would you like to slide your other hand up my leg, John, up here, slide it a little further, that’s right." I had him hooked. He was breathing heavily now, I looked him straight in the eyes as I very gently tugged down the zip in his trousers and slid my hand in. As I touched his balls he gave a slight squeak of delight, I pulled him closer.

"Kiss me John, I need you to and you know you want to, don’t you." I leaned forward, still breathing deeply, I caressed his lips with mine, at the same time gently fondling his cock to arousal, it didn’t take much! We kissed again, more firmly this time, then I pulled away and stood up. I took his hand and led him into the lounge, then turned. "Unzip me please John".

I just had to go on, I knew I shouldn’t but.... He was shaking as he pulled down the zip on my dress, I slipped off the shoulder straps and let it fall, then turned to face him. We kissed again, then sat side by side on the sofa while he continued fondling my breasts through my bra. I reached behind and unclipped it, let it fall, he was really aroused by then. I leaned over him and reached down to release his cock, then slid my lips over the bulge, I felt it buck almost immediately as he shot a huge stream of cum into my mouth. For thirty seconds he kept pulsing, then subsided. I sat up to face him and swallowed the last of his juices down. At which moment the phone rang! It was Clarisse, in Paris, ringing to find out what was happening. John handed the phone to me, then rushed off to the bathroom. "Geoffrey is still a client, you know, I am charging him for providing you!

So I have to make sure you are fully equipped. " I told her about the massive wardrobe of clothes, but said I had a shoe problem.

"And my wig, I only have this one, it is going to be awkward wearing it for several days."

Clarisse was quiet for several moments but then went into action. "OK Beth, I could post some things to you but they will take days. How about I send Kathryn, she could do with a trip away from the salon. She can bring what you need, shoes, wigs, anything else we can think of, can you meet the first flight from Paris at the airport, it gets in at 8.30?" John had just come back, I asked him and he nodded. As I put the phone down he still looked a bit sheepish. I stood up and walked towards him, he looked even more worried.

"It’s OK, John, it’s our secret. I’m off to bed now, it’s been a long and strange day. Can I have an alarm call my darling, how long will it take us to get to the airport? 8.30 Clarisse said."

I kissed him gently, maybe he was totally straight but he was susceptible to feminine wiles wherever they came from. I kissed him again. "Goodnight".

I stripped entirely in the bedroom, took off my makeup and falsies quickly, locked both doors and collapsed naked into bed. As I drifted off I contemplated. Three months since that helter-skelter in Paris, almost nothing in-between, then bang. Three cocks in a day!

 

Chapter 3 - Getting better....

Part 12 - Kathryn

The phone woke me from a dream about breasts, really big ones, I wasn’t sure who they were on! Meg was on the internal phone, asking if I wanted breakfast bringing up or would I come down, and what would I like? It only occurred to me then. I had eaten breakfast the previous day, and a sandwich at the airport, and all I had managed between was three mouthfuls of cum. Still, I had my figure to watch.

"Just toast and juice, and coffee."

I got myself ready and dressed before I opened the curtains, I hadn’t seen outside yet. It had been dark when I arrived, I might expose my ‘secret self’ to a trio of antique gardeners or someone. After showering and fixing my breastforms and pussy-cache, I chose black underwear. It was really for Geoffrey I chose it. OK, I had cock three times the previous day but I was looking forward enormously to ‘having’ the Viscount himself. I picked a basque from one of the drawers in the wardrobe, too small for me but I loved squeezing into it. I had a pair of high-leg stockings I had brought with me, with a simple short black dress, gold accessories this time, and my 3" stilettos - well, I hoped he would appreciate the effort. The blonde wig helped a lot, I went for my own favourite deep red nails and lipstick, and a toning eyeshadow. I was ready for him.

John looked more relaxed when I got down to the kitchen, I was dressed up but not too up, I think he appreciated that. Despite the previous night he was a loyal employee and friend, that I could tell. My smile reassured him, my lips were sealed regarding our extramural sucking last night. After the breakfast we headed straight off to the airport, I didn’t get much of a look at the island on the way. We had to hurry a bit but just made it in time. On the narrow roads John proved himself an excellent driver. As we pulled up at the small terminal, a plane was landing, I knew this must be the one. I didn’t even take his arm as we went in, we were back to ‘driver’ and ‘mistress’, in the proper sense of the word! "Arrivals in over there, miss, I need to check with someone, I will meet you back here if that is OK", and he headed off. I could see where to go, the passengers were just beginning to disembark. A few minutes later I recognised Kathryn and beamed as she tripped over towards me. "Bonjour, ma cherie" she called, greeting me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, "You look fabulous".

We were old friends already and went to seek her baggage. It was already being sorted, two large cases and one small.

"And only just under the weight limit, Bethany, Mlle Clarisse has sent loads of stuff for you. You do look good but - I really could do your eye makeup better, I know."

John reappeared carrying several newspapers, looking not entirely on top of the world. He recognised Kathryn, I expect they had met in some way at the salon in Paris previously. He grabbed the two big cases and walked towards the car. We followed with the smaller items.

Kathryn was watching his bulging muscles from behind. "He looks rather nice" she commented, then saw a look on my face. "You haven’t...." "What sort of a girl do you take me for" I protested.

"A tart of course" she replied, and smiled widely.

"Well, he is still available as far as I know" I joked. On the way back we did get a bit of a tour of the island, John did several detours. We skirted St Helier, the capital, he said we may well see that if we went shopping later. I was disappointed, I had assumed Geoffrey would be flying in that morning and that he and I might be otherwise occupied. "There have been problems in London, miss. I’ll tell you about them when we got back, he should get here at about 5 this afternoon" We went into the kitchen for coffee as soon as we did return while John had the cases taken up to my room.

"Will the young lady be staying over, do you know, miss?" he asked. I realised he was asking me to decide, in some way I was now the ‘lady of the house’ "Would you like to, Kathryn" I asked, " I am sure his Lordship wouldn’t mind".

"I’d love to, Beth, if I can. I suppose I had better check with the salon. Jeanette is in charge, Mlle Clarisse has her important day today and may well be off for several weeks and even then recuperating. But I’m sure it will be alright."

"Very well, miss, I will take the young lady’s own bag up to her room." "I haven’t brought much by way of clothes I am afraid, it was all a bit of a rush" I inspected her frame. "Don’t you worry, I have LOTS which will suit" I replied and smiled internally. She would fit the silver lame dress wonderfully but she was not having that, I wanted Geoffrey to see me in it - first, and then probably out of it!

John returned and did the coffee, then made a point of sending Meg off on an errand. He opened one of the daily papers and laid it out in front of me. There I was ! A big photograph of Geoffrey and I leaving the club together, hand in hand, from the previous day.

"Viscount Geoffrey and mystery lady!!" was the caption, in big print. I couldn’t speak. The story with it told of his impending divorce and wondered if I was the reason, maybe the next Viscountess! I still couldn’t speak. "Don’t worry, miss, his Lordship is settling the matter. He’s having some pictures taken this morning with a young lady who looks rather like yourself, then sending her on a tour of Scotland. The press will be hunting her and not you. Mr. Smart’s firm is doing the organising, and they are very good at information and at disinformation".

I was reassured somewhat, I trusted Patrick Smart. We finished the coffee, Kathryn went to do her little bit of unpacking and then came to my room to tackle the two big cases of goodies from the salon. We unloaded them onto a spare rail in the large wardrobe - she was amazed at the contents when I showed her and, of course, wanted to try everything on! "Not yet, Kathryn, tell me what you have brought." She went through the inventory. Three packs of breast-form adhesive and makeup and fixative, very necessary. And one pair of forms as a duplicate to my own. And another ENORMOUS pair, I gasped when I saw them. Twelve pairs of shoes, all my size, assorted styles and colours, red, blue, black, different heels for different occasions. I sighed with relief, now I had something dressy apart from 6" stilettos. Six basques, assorted styles and sizes and colours, but all with tight ties at the back. One was silk, and gorgeous, and tiny.

"That gets you to size eight - if you can wear it! Really for wearing with this dress, I’ll show you later."

She hung up a dress-cover and also slid a large box into the bottom of the wardrobe, then continued. Seven wigs, five of them in my present colour and length but different styles. And two different, one redhead, one platinum blonde!

"Again, in case needed" she said. "Now, I want to redo your makeup, and do tell me what I can have to wear, I need to change after the flight". She may not have been a TV but she shared my love of sexy clothes. We walked together through the wardrobe. We settled on a red blouse, gold miniskirt and a pair of gold strappy sandals, all the shoes here fitted HER! I chose my own afternoon outfit, a deep blue minidress, and started to undress. She did too. I was just going to unhook my bra when I noticed Kathryn looking at me. She was wearing at that moment her bra and panties, and hold-ups and heels. There was a glint in her eyes. "Just hang on a moment, Beth" she said, and disappeared out of my room towards hers, almost naked. She returned less than a minute later wearing a thick sweater which did nothing for her. But I could see the fishnets below! She disappeared into the wardrobe, emerging without the sweater. She was wearing a black peephole bra with scarlet edges, matching open-crotch panties and garter belt, with fishnets and very high scarlet stilettos.

"Do you think John would like this?" she asked. I KNEW she fancied him! And I realised that, whatever my own mixed-up sexual orientation, I fancied her!! I moved towards her and reached out, gently stroking her exposed nipples with my long red nails. She closed her eyes and groaned quietly. I leaned forward and kissed her, moving my other hand down and sliding a finger straight into her cunt. She was instantly wet, I could feel her juices flowing round my finger as I penetrated further. "Tell me, Kathryn, ever thought of yourself as a lesbian" I murmured, leaning over and whispering into her ear. I licked it gently, then stroked her lips with mine again. Her groaning got louder, she reached out to feel my own ‘breasts’, and moved down to my own ‘cunt’. We lay down on the bed, I moved to slide my tongue down between her thighs while I stroked her legs. Now we were both moaning, quite loudly.

It was a different kind of love making. True, a bit similar to dressing for Carol. But this wasn’t Carol and I was not really a transvestite, I was Beth, a woman with lesbian tendencies. I stroked Kathryn’s nipples again with my red lips, then opened my mouth wide to envelop her full hot breasts. She was fondling my ‘cunt’, stroking me to arousal. I didn’t want this to be as it was with Carol, I turned and plunged my mouth between her legs, licking furiously and tasting her own juices. As I teased her clit it swelled, became warmer and more moist, then she reacted strongly to the pressure of my lips.

She reached a climax, I have seen women climax before obviously but this was different, it was violent, it was a huge release. I tasted her juiced thrusting into my mouth, not like male cum but lighter, sweeter, stickier, it flowed into my mouth, it was gorgeous. I squeezed her clit with my lips and more flowed into me, Kathryn was thrusting her pelvis hard and herself pushing her lovely love-liquid down my hungry throat. She stopped. Exhausted. We both were, them she spoke.

"WOW".

I agreed with her, we lay there for a while caressing each other’s semi-naked bodies.

"Beth, I don’t know really what you do for Geoffrey, or what you did to John, but really, that was just plain fucking sensational. You have got to do that to me again. But not now!"

We lay there a few minutes more, then eased ourselves up. "I am going for a swim" she said. "I saw the pool from my window, it’s just what I need after that."

I showed surprise, she led me along to her room - hoping there would be no-one else around. She was right, there was a largish swimming pool just below her window.

"And I know just what we need" I exclaimed, pulling her back to the Aladdin’s cave of my wardrobe. I pulled open a drawer to reveal about a dozen swimsuits and bikinis. She saw one at once and grabbed it. "That’s mine" she said, holding up what seemed to be several pieces of silky gold string. "And you would look great in that." She was right. The gold outfit suited her tanned skin, it was very revealing on top and cut-away at the sides above the brief. And mine! It was a bikini, scarlet, two tiny triangles covering my breasts, well, covering my nipples anyway. And one other triangle, almost a thong which just covered my ‘pussy cache’ at the front and tied up with a thin red strip revealing almost all of my arse.

We both wore very high stilettos, gold and red respectively, and tottered a little unsteadily down to the pool. John saw us and came out to see - of course he did, trying hard not to show the discomfort in his pants. Kathryn was blatant - she walked up to him, almost as tall as he was, and thrust her breasts in front for him to see. I knew that look! Later, as we sat briefly recovering and drying after a short cleansing dip, I just had one thing to say to her.

"And you called me a tart!!"

 

Part 13 - Geoffrey - at last.

The shopping trip just didn’t happen. We were both somewhat weary despite the swim, I went up to my room to lie down briefly and was woken, two hours later(!) by Kathryn with a cup of coffee.

"We left you, you looked so sweet. Geoffrey has rung, he is due in at the airport in about half an hour, John is just setting off now. Move it girl, we have to get you HOT!! "

I noticed Kathryn was herself looking pretty sexy, she was just managing to keep her breasts in a tight boob-tube over a black mini. My black leather mini!

"I hoped you wouldn’t mind, John is taking me to a bistro in St Helier, he has the car tonight. Apparently he is under instructions, you two are dining a deux tonight. The staff are delighted, they have been sent away too. John and I have to make ourselves scarce, but I am not complaining."

"I knew you fancied him"

"OK, I do" she replied, blushing rather. "Now, Beth, come on, lets get you ready for action. "

She had already started, there were lingerie, makeup, shoes, a wig, scattered round the room.

"Right, quick shower, then the breasts and your vagina, come ON!" I removed the falsies, showered, smoothed my face again twice and let Kathryn do her thing. I just hadn’t realised what she had planned. "Trust me, Beth". I did.

She started with the very large breast-forms she had brought, stuck and smoothed and fixed them, then did the same with the cover-up down below, fitted to my own member as before. But this one looked even better, it fitted into my pubic hairs and showed a ripe-looking red and wet vagina. Then the silver basque, the tiny one, pulled incredibly tight. She measured it - a 20" waist, I felt very constricted but I was getting used to this sort of thing. I pulled on the silver thong, gorgeous, covered where it was supposed to but left LOTS of flesh exposed! Stockings followed, hi-length and ultra-sheer, black and seamed, with a cuban heel and silver bow decoration and lace tops in my garter straps.

I felt pretty good already but Kathryn then pulled out a gorgeous selection of makeup tubes, bottles, brushes etc and proceeded to give me the most luxurious makeover ever. A light shimmering covering to my face, blusher, eyeshadow very carefully faded from a deep purple near to my eyelashes, lightening through a mid blue over the eyelid, to a pale mauve under the brow - sensational! My lips were a deep rosy red, glistening and full, and the mascara was a deep purple, thickly and carefully applied to upper and lower lashes. Nails next, I hadn’t grown my own long at that time, the false one she attached were over an inch, the same ruby red as my lips and toenails. I slid five rings onto my fingers, two of them with large red stones, a silver-strap watch, and the final touch - small diamante earrings. I was feeling pretty good when Kathryn came out of the wardrobe with my dress. It was tiny, a size 10!

"I can never get that on!" I exclaimed. At which she made me stand up and pulled an extra few inches on the straps on my basque, then held the dress for me. I stepped in and pulled it over my thrusting breasts, settling them into position while Kathryn slid the back zip up. I wanted to see but Kathryn made me wait. She went into the wardrobe again and came back with the wig, very like my previous one but a platinum blonde, long curls, it felt really sexy when she slid it on and eased the tight cap into position. She teased the hairs into place, I could feel them bouncing over my shoulders as I moved my head. NOW I wanted to se. But NO! Kathryn bent over and strapped on my shoes, I could see they were silver like the dress.

"OK, Bethany, have your bag, now look!" I did.

I had trouble coping with my own arousal. I could see a very attractive and extremely tarty woman, maybe about 30, a voluptuous platinum blonde bombshell in a tight short glistening silver dress, it was about 15" above the knee, and the heels, they were sensational. "Very few girls can wear those and get away with it but you, Beth, you have the figure and the legs. They are Mlle Clarisse’s most prized item, 7" stilettos, I hope you can manage them."

Could I? I was determined I would. I walked around a little and posed for myself, feeling positively wanton, which of course I was. I was desperate to see Geoffrey again, and to do more than see him..... I didn’t have time to think about it, we both heard the car pull up outside. It seems silly, dressed as we were, but we didn’t rush down, wanting not to appear too keen. We heard John and Geoffrey come in, the slight clink of glasses, then steps on the stairs. John came in and looked at me. He gasped, then looked in a worried way at Kathryn.

She trotted over and kissed him on the cheek, then slid her arm into his and turned to look at me.

"Now, John dear. Just look at that vision of delight? Opinion, please, or shall I slide my hand down between your legs to find out what you think?" John was gaining in confidence, I had teased him enough in the past 24 hours.

"Honestly, Kath, believe me, if you weren’t here and if his Lordship were not downstairs, I would quite happily screw her. In a way I do envy his Lordship, Bethany, you look totally scrumptious!" Scrumptious, that was a new one. I smiled and moved towards them, kissing John gently on the cheek.

"OK, you two, off you go, have fun. And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do."

Kathryn looked back at me and grinned widely - she just had to say it.

"Beth, is there ANYTHING you wouldn’t do?"

And before I could take off one of my shoes, nearly impossible in a hurry with such long nails, and throw it at her they were down the stairs and away.

I was alone in the house with a man! I listened, I could hear a television or a radio on downstairs. I skipped back in the bedroom, checked myself finally in the long mirror, grabbed my purse and descended. Geoffrey was in the lounge standing in front of the television, watching the nine-o-clock News. I just stood for a minute, then saw him on the TV. He turned the sound up. It was a small feature on the shadow spokesman, Geoffrey himself, he had been in talks with someone from Germany all day and was shown escaping to his Scottish estate with his lady friend. And there I was. Or so it seemed, looking carefully I saw she did look a lot like me, in rather unnecessary dark glasses. The hair, the tight clothes, the heels, the figure, it did look quite a lot like the ‘woman’ in the morning paper. I moved a little closer, just as the item finished and a map of Japan came onscreen. I must have made a sound, Geoffrey switched off with the remote and turned. His mouth very nearly fell open, then he regained his composure. I moved towards him, enjoying once more the swish of my nylon thighs together, the restriction of the ultra-tight basque, the thrust of my tits and the swing of this lovely hair over my shoulders. Without a word Geoffrey put one arm round my waist, cupped my left breast firmly with his hand, and kissed me. None of this gentle, tender caressing, we were at each other immediately, my lips devouring his, his hands exploring my body, we were both on fire, it was passionate, not love, just pure unadulterated lust for each other. We kissed, groped and generally fondled each other all over for several minutes. I just had to pause, and pulled away.

"Tell me, darling, are you pleased to see me or is that an oversized cucumber in your pocket!"

He settled down remarkably quickly and, despite the passion between his legs, spoke calmly.

"I am going to change, my love, you are going to fix us both a drink, a small whisky for me. Then I am going to wine you and dine you and then take you to bed, where I will have my wicked way with you all night." "Oooh, yes please". I squirmed with delight, kissed him again, then fixed us drinks while he changed. I did my hostess bit too, found the goodies left by Meg in the kitchen, ‘only’ a salad but one with some rather exotic fruits, I prepared our portions and set them in the dining room, with the wine ready for Geoffrey to open. He returned fully kitted out, tuxedo and bow tie, very very handsome.

And carrying two small leather-look boxes. He smiled and beckoned me to him, handing me the first. I opened it to reveal a ‘choker’ - a silver chain encrusted with lots of small stones. They were diamonds, or at least a very good imitation! I just beamed and kissed him again, then he opened the second box for me. It held a pair of the most gorgeous earrings, again silver, again with chains of ‘diamonds’ embedded, in hanging strips about 3" long. I took them eagerly, and fitted them into my ears, then dashed over to a mirror to see, they looked lovely!

"So, Geoffrey, what are these going to cost me?" I asked mischievously, beginning to tease him, reaching down to lift up the hem of my dress to show my stocking tops. I didn’t have to lift it far. "Later my love, first I’m famished and I need fuel for the night, let’s eat" We were both so excited we only nibbled at the spread, a great shame really, Meg had done a fine job. Then he took my hand and led me outside, we sat by the pool having our drinks in the evening sunshine. Geoffrey talked for a while about the day he had had, the difficulty he had breaking up with his wife while in the public eye, his own very recent difficulties in being attracted to me.

All the time we talked, we were holding hands and gently caressing each other, eventually Geoffrey just became too excited. We kissed more passionately and his hand slid down my shoulder and under my dress to cup my breast, how I wish I could have known what that REALLY felt like! I just had to move away a little, we sat there for a while thinking. Was Geoffrey becoming TOO serious?

I decided, just for the present, not to worry, I reached over and kissed him again and we went inside. I was getting serious myself but in a different way! I led him upstairs into the master bedroom. I had thought mine was luxurious, this was incredible. Somehow the thought that Geoffrey had shared the bed with the Viscountess in the past didn’t worry me, I sat down on it and pulled him close. We kissed, I undid his tie and his shirt, then pulled down his zip to release his cock, I was ready for it! Geoffrey unzipped my dress at the back and I stepped out of it, turning to reveal my bulging 44DDs to him in all their glory, he immediately pulled my bra down and caressed them. Maybe a breast implant COULD be a good idea?!! I trotted to the bathroom, prepared myself with jelly, lots of it, then stripped totally except for my stockings and heels. I walked back into the bedroom, when Geoffrey saw me his cock rose visibly, I was perspiring, but did not hesitate, I NEEDED him up me. I lay down and pulled him on top of me, his gorgeous cock knew where to go, it slid between my legs and up my ‘love-hole’ rapidly, smoothly, all the way up. My entire body reacted, my ‘cunt’ was on fire as he firmly stroked into me, I could feel the knob growing. He thrust in even deeper and my ‘vagina’ exploded with delight as his hot cum spurted deep inside me, we were both in absolute heaven. It was a totally sensational fuck, I had two orgasms simultaneously as Geoffrey climaxed and just kept on cumming, filling me with his hot juicy sperm, his sliding became smoother and his cock seemed to become even bigger and thicker as he ejaculated up me! I groaned, he moaned, I almost screamed with sheer ecstasy at the moment of our combined fulfilment!! We lay there side by side, relaxing, for several minutes. I rolled over and pulled myself up on my elbows, kissing his lips tenderly.

"Darling, is this house soundproof, I think the whole of the island heard us fuck!"

At exactly that moment we both heard a noise, quite loud, a groaning scream, coming from down the corridor. We both realised and smiled - it was Geoffrey who spoke.

"Well lover, it’s nice to know other people are having fun. I imagine they crept in not to disturb us but I think John and Kathryn just had fun too!" We both laughed, I stroked Geoffrey’s cock, and it started to rise again, this was going to be something of a night. Geoffrey screwed me again, then we eventually settled to sleep. And at 6 o’clock, as I was just stirring, I felt his hardened shaft stirring against my thigh, I mounted him and we did it again.

AND, at just after 9 as I came out of the shower I found him standing by the bed, VERY erect. I called over for him to come to me, and climbed aboard, he thrust me against the wardrobe door and lifted me off my feet and shot yet another massive load up my hot waiting ‘cunt’. Four times that night! And this from a man who had told me he liked TV girls because he was impotent!! I had another shower. This time when I came out I found him dressing, he had showered in my bathroom and was pulling his pants on. I playfully grabbed his cock and kissed it, he said ‘No, not again, not now’ and finished dressing and went downstairs, leaving me to hunt through my wardrobe again. I joined him twenty minutes later. I had decided on a deep red miniskirt over a red basque, sheer black top, black stockings and red stilettos, and had done my best to redo my makeup as wonderfully as Kathryn had the night before. I had done a good job, I think, certainly Geoffrey thought so. He handed me a coffee as I went in the kitchen and kissed me. We sat side by side, just enjoying each other’s company and, unspoken, each being grateful to the other for last night.

John and Kathryn came in together, very together. She was holding his hand and looked as if she was never ever going to let go. They both had that ‘just fucked’ look, we think they did it again in the morning.

 

Part 14 - Joanne

We all four went shopping that morning, Kathryn was going to catch an evening flight and wanted a good look round St Helier. In a little boutiques, we both added substantially to our wardrobes, not that ‘mine’ needed adding to. AND Geoffrey knew about one rather dodgy little shop, tucked away, not really a TV or gay place, more fetish wear. Both Kathryn and I on the one hand liked the look of some of the things there but on the other were very wary of the more outrageous stuff. Kathryn got some really sheer red seamed stockings, I got a black size 10 back-less PVC dress with a plunge neckline down to the front.

Geoffrey and John had gone off somewhere, when they came back John took Kathryn off, maybe to have sex once more . Geoffrey and I strolled round the town, I insisted on getting him a tie with Mickey Mouse on. I know it was silly, but he really does have nearly everything, it IS difficult knowing what to get him.

We ended up in a café/bar, sat in a corner with a glass of wine, just like any other lovers. Except I was getting horny again and wanted to play but we were waiting for the car to come back. I decided to have fun anyway, I lit a cigarette and, while sitting there calmly, got Geoffrey’s hand under the table and moved it up my skirt. I was busy stroking it over the top of my stocking, feeling his fingers on my bare thigh and I could tell - you know how! - he was enjoying it too.

When his phone rang! He had to free his hand to answer, listened for a couple of minutes, I could hear him protesting, eventually he closed it up just as John reappeared.

"I’m very sorry, your Lordship" said John. "I got a call a few minutes ago...."

"I know, John, I just heard."

He turned to me looking rather disappointed. "I am sorry my darling, we have to go, that was a local party bigwig. He has a surprise visitor from Austria and I have to go and make polite political small-talk, you KNOW I would rather be doing other things."

I could tell he really would, but I would have to get used to that. I realised the unspoken thought I had just had, and wondered just what assumptions I was beginning to make subconsciously. But it was still early, and I really hadn’t finished shopping yet. I asked if John might be available to fetch me in an hour, if I came back to the same café. I really did rather fancy some time on my own. Geoffrey and John muttered briefly, then John said "How about an hour and a half, miss?" and I agreed. As they left I went to the Ladies, then ordered another coffee and sat down again, looking at a leaflet I had got from a jeweller’s, wondering if I could go back there and get something for Geoffrey. It was then I noticed a woman across the café.

She was about 40, long red hair, quite heavily but very carefully made up, sitting alone with a coffee like me. Her dress was scarlet, and thin, I could see the shape of her breasts quite clearly, I realised I could easily tell she wasn’t wearing a bra, her nipples were standing out. I was puzzled, then realised!

Her handbag was on her lap with one hand on top of it. She was dripping gold, several heavy chains round her neck and wrists, and one round a very shapely ankle. The hand I could see bore four large rings, and very long scarlet nails. The other was under her handbag and was moving! She was staring at my legs and playing with herself! I shuddered slightly at the thought. Surely I was wrong. But no, her hand was definitely moving up and down. I decided to test my theory.

I was staring straight at her eyes, which were I was sure looking at my legs. I moved one hand down to my knee, with the long red nail of my forefinger extended. Then I slid it up my leg, over my thigh, gently scratching my nylons, to my hem, then a little harder so it lifted the hem of my skirt. Her eyes opened wider, her mouth opened a little! This was exciting!

I lifted my finger and slid it up over my skirt , then past the belt to the base of my right breast. I could see her hand under the handbag begin to move a little faster so I moved my finger over my breast, up to my neck, then down towards my cleavage. Her eyes were still following my hand, I looked round to be sure no-one else in the café had seen our little game. I continued my movement down and stoked my right boob through my blouse, feeling the nipple. Hers were more noticeable now, I was beginning to breathe more deeply, my own bosoms were heaving a little and so were hers. I moved my finger up my neck to my lips and sucked it a little, then slid my tongue provocatively over my bright red lips.

Her eyes lifted and met mine, I smiled. She was confused, I licked my lips again. Then I shifted my bum so my skirt hem moved up yet another inch, her eyes went down to look, she was amazed. I needed calming down, I took a cigarette from my bag and lit it, and moved my hand down to slide my skirt up again, giving her a full view of my stocking tops and garter. Her hands were both visible now, suddenly she picked up her bag and stood up. I was suddenly full of regret, I had been enjoying myself. But she didn’t go, she came over and sat in the seat at my table and leaned over. "I hope you don’t mind me saying so, and I do apologise if somehow I have read this wrong, but I have to say you are the most gorgeous lesbian tart I have ever seen in my life!"

I didn’t walk out, I didn’t scream or any of the awful things she might have been imagining. I just sat and smiled and sipped my coffee. "Look, I’m randy as hell right now, my tits are aching and my pussy is wet through and my cunt is aching for fucking, please, I need a cigarette, may I?"

I offered my pack, she took one, I remembered the last time I had been in a similar situation in the pub with Patrick Smart, was that only two days ago? I held her hand, it was shaking, while she lit it, then held on for just a little too long. I realised that in this situation she was probably the experienced one but I wanted to stay in control. "Tell me, do you cum here often?" I asked, looking intently in her eyes. "No but I really could have done, I’ve never ever done this in public before, well, not in an ordinary ‘straight’ place. Have you?" "You would be surprised at what I have done, and where!" I teased, sliding a hand under the table and over her knee, then up towards her crotch, just touching her panties with my long nails and drawing then gently to one side. She moaned, closed her eyes, then opened them. She looked a little shocked, then asked "I’m Joanne, I only live just round the corner, off the main street. How about....?..Oooooooh ......!"

My finger had just started to tease her wet throbbing clit, I was excited too, obviously. The look on her face said it all, she was really one foxy lady, lesbian or bi or straight (that she wasn’t), I didn’t care, I wanted her as much as she wanted me. I grabbed my handbag and my shopping. "I have to be back here in about an hour. OK?"

We left the café together. It was just beginning to fill with teatime trade, I am sure absolutely no-one realised what had just been going on. We walked together only about 20 yards past shops, then turned into an alley between them. I put my hand on Joanne’s bum and squeezed it. We came out of the alley into the sunshine and I let go. We headed across a courtyard to a very prosperous- looking block of flats. As we walked in past the security guard Joanne, out of his sight, squeezed MY bum. In the lift she took my hand and placed it on her breast, I slid it into her collar and felt her swollen nipple, stroked it gently, she purred with pleasure. I kissed her neck and felt her nipple react.

Her flat was just outside the lift door, on the tenth floor, it was the penthouse suite and incredibly well appointed. She led me in by the hand and pulled me towards what I assumed was the bedroom. It was, but not like any bedroom I had ever seen!

The bed was leather, black, with scarlet sheets and a massive mirror in the ceiling. And hanging down over it were all manner of sexy, erotic and fetish items, chains, straps, handcuffs, the works.

"My little boudoir, I have some lady friends who like to be accommodated in rather strange circumstances. And sometimes they bring gentlemen with them. I give them a free hand, sometimes I like to watch. " I pulled her hand and slid it down my collar so she could cup my bra, then kissed her very gently on the lips.

"Tell you what, Joanne darling, just let me visit the little girl’s room for a few minutes, then... well, we shall see."

In the bathroom I unpacked rapidly the black PVC dress I had bought, and the fishnet stockings. With preparation I could probably have done better but I was still pleased with the result achieved in only five or six minutes. I emerged ready for almost anything, I had taken my bra off, and wore the dress with the front zip at waist level, no bra but the in-built supports pushed my tits up and together to give a substantial amount of cleavage. And when I emerged, Joanne had used the time well too. She was clad in scarlet, a gorgeous and extremely tight leather basque which exposed her bosom and showed off her big red luscious nipples. Scarlet leather laced thighboots with very high gold stilettos. No stockings. And no knickers, her hot wet cunt was totally exposed and almost dripping. She had pulled her long hair into two bunches either side of her head and tied each with a scarlet ribbon, and redone her bright red lipstick. I tried to look calm but was internally getting hot, I could feel my own ‘cunt’ juicing up, it was well lubricated. I walked over towards her, touched her exposed breasts again with my long nails, teasingly kissed her on the nipples, then moved up to caress her lips with mine, teasing with my tongue. She reacted, the nipples hardened once more, her mouth opened to admit my tongue, we caressed and explored each other’s mouth for quite a few seconds.

"I don’t really know what you are, I don’t even know your name my darling, I just know I need you."

I slid a finger down between her breasts, over the laces of the basque, down to her wet pussy and pushed it in, she gasped with delight, I pushed deeper, then two fingers, then three, sliding them in and out as her cunt became hotter, wetter and stickier. She was squirming now, had her hand round my arse and her nails were digging in.

I gently pushed her down onto the bed, placed her arms and legs diagonally across it, then reached for the leather cuffs attached to the corners and tied her down. I had never really been into this sort of bondage, basically I just love the fucking, but I knew she would like this. I stood at the foot of the bed and pulled the zip on my dress right down to my crotch. Just for a moment I felt doubtful. What had I got myself into? And, more to the point, how was I going to get out of it? Joanne was a lesbian, maybe even a professional lesbian. Yet here she was in red leather underwear and thighboots, spread-eagled and trussed to the bed in front of me with her wet red pussy throbbing. I couldn’t let her get too close to me, she was sure to find my falsies, yet she was truly so inviting, so appetising - and so desperate for me to lift her to a climax, I really could have given the whole game away and fucked her hard there and then, I was so aroused. I opened my top to reveal my ‘breasts’ and leaned over Joanne, sliding my nipples over her wet clitoris and teasing her even more. I moved down and took her clit between my lips, sliding my tongue over it. She was going wild!

I sat there beside her on the bed, stroking her all over, her nipples with my heels, her lips with my ankle, her cunt with my hand. She was on the edge and loving every moment. But angry too, I was denying her the pleasure of her orgasm.

Time was getting on, I decided to move on. I noticed a velvet blindfold on the table at the side of the bed, I tied it round her head. She didn’t want to but I calmed her by stroking her swollen nipples, the size of strawberries by now and a deeper red. I love the teasing aspect of sex, it makes the end result even more extreme. I left Joanne breathing deeply, anticipating, and went into the kitchen. I returned a few moments later with the necessary.

First I pushed a banana into her waiting pussy, sliding it up and down gently. She was puzzled, then realised.

"You will have to do better than that my love, I am an old hand at this, you would be amazed at what I have had up me, fruit is nothing new." I was trying to be careful but her clit squeezed, it was swallowed whole up her. I teased my fingers in to grab it, pulled it out. The cucumber followed, I this time I caressed her breasts as it slid in. "Oooh, my favourite, long and thick and green, I LOVE it!" Then a bottle of wine I had opened. I lifted it to my lips first and drank deeply, then thrust it up her. I was surprised when the neck of the bottle slid in and half of the base followed too, she was now squirming with delight as some of the contents emptied into her. I pulled off my panties and my ‘cache’. releasing my own swollen organ, then leaned over her and kissed his passionately, steered myself in. It was beautifully wet and slippery, I could feel the cool wine moving round inside, I moved in and out, getting bigger and bigger, straining, desperate to ejaculate up her cunt but not daring to give myself away. . "Oooooooooh, you have found my dildo - that’s my biggest one, turn it on, turn it on please - now!"

I didn’t, I couldn’t, but I pushed harder, then pulled out and leaned over again to drink from her overflowing cunt. And she reached the climax! Joanne was even more explosive than Kathryn had been, her thrusting sent out a torrent of her juices mixed with the white wine, forced the sweet liquid down my gulping throat, it was sensational. I fondled her swollen clitoris with my lips and tasted her as she lashed out ecstatically. It was really something!

I quickly covered myself up again and untied her wrists, she just lay there, sated, groaning, juices still flowing from her, fingering herself, obviously after a repeat performance. I couldn’t oblige, I dashed to the bathroom, cleaned up quickly and dressed again, ready for off. As I came out she was sat on the edge of the bed looking sexy as ever, light glistening from the shiny red thighboots and from the golden spiked heels. She looked puzzled. "My big dildo, it’s here, its not been used. What....?"

I smiled and went over and kissed her.

"Thanks, I may be in touch, if we do it again... well, we’ll see. Bye." I got back to the café with nearly 10 minutes to spare, and John was five minutes late anyway.

"Seen anything interesting?" he asked.

 

Part 15 - The Marchioness

We got back to ‘Trelines’ just before 7, I had worked out why John was not happy. He had probably spent a fair part of the afternoon having sex with Kathryn but she had to go back to Paris, she had stretched her stay to the limit but had to catch a late flight at 10. But I was sure some sort of relationship would continue, after all I had seen the cock and the cunt and I really did think they were made for each other. I told him that, though not in that way!

Geoffrey was still out, Kathryn was packing, I lay down on my bed and - again I dropped off, this time for an hour. I felt better when Kathryn came in to wake me.

"Geoffrey’s back, and you have a big decision to make. " I went down to greet him, gave him a cheery big kiss on the lips, I was feeling better.

"Sorry my love, I am out again tonight. Big local reception for this Austrian businessman, now they know I am on the island I have to put in an appearance. Now then Bethany my darling, the big question. Be sure. Do you want to come with me? It’s a formal reception, a bit boring, black tie and fancy gown and all that. I know you would like to dress up for it but - can you handle it? Be sure before you answer."

I thought for quite a while. Geoffrey really was putting his trust in me, of course I would like to dress but I would be on show, as his new lady friend. The idea thrilled me but, I shared some of his doubts, could I carry it off? Well, hadn’t I just spent the whole day in public, dressed, as a woman, being seen and looked at, and indeed having sex with a lesbian. Of course I could carry it off.

"What do you think Geoffrey? Would you like me to come?" I smiled, making my own answer rather obvious.

Geoffrey smiled back, relieved.

"I would LOVE you to accompany me, my love. Now I need to change, what do you think you should wear?"

"Trust me" I replied. I had seen exactly the dress in the wardrobe, I was determined to do Geoffrey proud.

Back in the bedroom I ran a bath, stripped off my clothes and falsies and told Kathryn what I had in mind. She agreed with my choice. "OK Beth, I’ll get the stuff ready, you clean up, then we’ll get you sorted.

You will have every man there’s cock fully aroused for most of the evening.

Go on, shoo!"

I bathed and smoothed my face and any other places I thought needed it, then went out to see Kathryn. I realised it was the first time since Paris 3 months earlier she had seen ‘Ben’. Yet she was very business like, didn’t react at all.

"Right Beth, lie down on the bed, lets get into the routine, we can do this in an hour, or less."

And exactly 55 minutes later I saw our handiwork reflected back at me in the mirror.

I was wearing a tight white silk strapless basque, which was doing absolute wonders for the maxi-size breastforms Clarisse had sent. I had really thought they were ‘over-the-top’ but now I knew I had the figure and the deportment for them. They were 44DD, lifted and pushed together in the smooth silk cups of the basque. My stockings were sheer, my heels were extremely high, white strappy sandal-stilettos. My nails were bright glossy vermilion, as were my lips, the eye makeup was absolutely stunning, Kathryn had really excelled herself. The gown was white silk, long, spaghetti shoulder straps, with a low back, slit almost to the waist on the right to reveal the tops of my stockings - AND my lack of knickers!!! We decided it was very daring of me but Geoffrey would LOVE it!! Virginal white - me, a virgin???!!!

The handbag was a small clutch purse, white and jewel encrusted. The jewellery was diamonds, the choker and earrings Geoffrey had bought for me. I was wearing a different wig, the same length and colour as the two others I had worn but my hair was swept up in a very fashionable style, wisps trailing over my neck, I felt great. And that was before Kathryn draped a white ‘fur’ stole over my shoulders.

Kathryn insisted on coming down the stairs with me, to see Geoffrey’s reaction. He was in the kitchen, getting a glass of wine for us to set us on our way. I glided in feeling extremely elegant and gave him a twirl so he could see the gown properly. I was absolutely DELIGHTED at his reaction - he was speechless and, he apologised later for this, gave me a thorough very-close-up visual inspection looking for mistakes. "Absolutely flawless, in every sense of the word. My darling, all the world is going to be desperate to fuck you this evening, and I am honoured to be the only one who will."

He turned to John who had moved to stand beside the Kathryn, and spoke to them both.

"Take the big car, John, Kathryn has a plane to catch. Thank you my dear for ALL you have done, I will make sure Clarisse knows how much you have achieved, you will be well rewarded."

"Oh no, Sir, please, I have loved every moment." Geoffrey was not to be put off. "I’m Geoffrey in private, not ‘Sir’. And I insist, I will submit a glowing report, and these are for you." He handed her a small jewellery case, she took it and opened it and gasped. She showed me, a pair of gold (real I am sure) earrings with beautiful rubies (again real, I am positive), a really lovely gift. Kathryn skipped forward and gave Geoffrey a big kiss, on the lips. It was the first time I had seen him really embarrassed. She gave John a hug, then me, then took John’s hand and dragged him off.

"And for you, Beth."

Geoffrey produced a smaller case and passed it to me. I gasped too, it was a ring, almost an ‘engagement’ ring, silver, with a large central diamond and a pattern of about 10 smaller stones round it. Geoffrey took it and slid it onto the third finger of my left hand.

"I know, I know, but just humour me tonight, I just want to see the reactions."

I kissed him too, and had to take a tissue to wipe a small tear from my eye, and then from his.

Geoffrey drove us to the ‘party’ in his sports car! I hadn’t seen it before, he proudly steered it out of the garage and came round to open the door to let me in. It was white, low slung and doubtless very fast but on the winding roads of the island he never got the chance to drive it really fast. As I got out, with his help, outside the reception venue I realised what I had let myself in for, and also just how much faith he had in me. The place was crawling with reporters, or rather photographers. I later found out someone had discovered the false trail and the ‘false Bethany’ in Perthshire and had put two and two together and got ‘Jersey’. The word had got round, the popular press were all after pictures of ‘Viscount Geoffrey’s Mystery Lady’. And they got them, as we tripped up the stairs the flash-guns were a-popping, as we turned to go in my stole fell to one side and one reporter who was on a ledge a bit above us must have got a stupendous picture, the bare shoulders, the thrusting breasts, we struggled past the crowd and in.

Geoffrey whispered in my ear "That’s for page 3 in the morning my love" We were introduced - "Viscount Geoffrey McIntyre and Miss Bethany Jacques’, and ALL the heads turned. I was on cloud ten!

I have to say, as parties go it was not brilliant. The hall was splendid and the people fine but the food and drink - rather poor I thought. Carol and I once toured all the good restaurants and eateries in Birmingham in a month, we got a lot better quality there.

OK the men were handsome and splendidly kitted out, the women and girls were in best frocks, absolutely loads of flesh and legs and boobs on display. There were two ex-cabinet ministers there, I was introduced to one of them, he proved what I had always thought, a leering old sod! He took me by the hand at one stage and pushed me towards the side of the room, than slid a hand up my thigh and whispered the most disgusting sexual suggestion I have ever heard! I was a but tempted, but no!

I chatted to two well-known footballers, one old-ish golfer and three pop stars including a Spice Girl (not the one with the footballer)! I was very briefly introduced to her, we spent a few minutes together comparing dresses and looking at the men there, both of us making rather overt sexual comments about them. It was difficult not to get excited, she wore a bra-top and a miniskirt, and her own very endowed boobs were well to the fore, nipples showing over the edge of the cups.

But loads of men were after being with her so I left her to it. I mingled quite a lot with Geoffrey, nibbling at the little not-so-delicacies, I did discover a rather nice white wine and stuck to that all the evening. Several people I am sure noticed the rather large stone on the ring on my third finger and gave Geoffrey a knowing glance. But NONE of their looks was ‘knowing’ in that sense, only mine. We several times just grinned at each other when someone made a remark, knowing the differing sexual connotations which could be put on the comment by anyone who really knew. Just before we were about to go we got button-holed by a worthy local, a woman who did good deeds in the community and really wanted to make sure Geoffrey knew all about them. That led to the one ‘sexual’ incident during the evening, her husband was very embarrassed indeed. In the slight crush near the door he and I were rather crushed together. He was shorter than me in my heels, and ended up with his head pushed rather against my thrusting bosom, staring down my cleavage. And to cap it all, he got knocked a little by someone pushing past, ended up instinctively reaching out and firmly putting his hand on my leg, it slid up inside my dress. At which point he realised I wasn’t wearing panties. But the embarrassment was - he suddenly got a raging hard-on, just had to get himself out of the crush and to the men’s room in a hurry!

Geoffrey and I were just about to go - when we were both surprised by a voice behind us, someone who had been in the other room, our paths just hadn’t crossed.

"Geoffrey" came a quite loud and firm voice.

"Mother" cried Geoffrey.

He had not realised at all that the Marchioness was at the party, even on the island. I stood beside him, wondering whether I should just slide out. She explained her last-minute arrival, and changing at the airport and heading straight for the reception. I realised - she was going to be staying with us! At which point she spotted me.

"And this must be the lovely young lady I keep seeing in the papers and on the TV. I am delighted to meet you, my dear."

I took her proffered hand gently and did a slight curtsey, she acknowledged my formality but took me by the arm.

"Excuse me, young lady, I do need the Ladies before we go, please do come, and tell me all about yourself."

And with that she took my arm and headed me in that direction. We both ‘did the necessary’ in the cubicles, then met in the ‘vanity lounge’ , very well appointed, clean, flowers etc. I touched up my lipstick and complimented her on her gown, a deep blue, rather too ornately trimmed for my liking but I didn’t say that. I wasn’t really fishing for compliments but she did say I looked sensational and that Geoffrey’s wasn’t the only tongue hanging out. When we met him again he was obviously embarrassed by the turn of events and keen to go. Mother got a taxi back to the house, Geoffrey drove me, told me all about her. His father had died about four years earlier, mother lived mainly in Scotland with occasional visits to London and to Trelines. He warned me to be very careful, he hadn’t really wanted me to get in any way involved with the family but since it had happened..... Well, I was to be careful anyway.

He needn’t have worried! When we got back to the house her Ladyship was in the kitchen already, pouring drinks for us all. She and Geoffrey had a whisky, I had a gin and tonic. She nattered on a bit, flattered me etc, said she was delighted Geoffrey had got the divorce on its way and was also delighted he had ‘found a new woman’! Then she suggested Geoffrey go on up, he was looking weary she said . In fact he was tired, he had been on the go all day after a hectic night! I was about to make my own exit when she poured me another drink and invited me to sit with her in the lounge, she said she and I needed to do ‘woman talk’, and offered me a cigarette. As I leaned over to light it she got a good eyeful of my 44Ds, I just hoped they were ‘holding up’.

"Now then Bethany dear, I want to know all about you, and your family, I am sure you understand I have to be very careful, Geoffrey is in public life. Where are your family from?"

I paused before replying. It was all very good telling little white lies on Geoffrey’s behalf in social chit-chat, quite another fabricating untruth’s for my boyfriend’s mother. I was just about to speak when... "Or. Before you answer, one question. You are without doubt the most gorgeous woman Geoffrey has dated, if I may use the awful American expression. In a way I am delighted. He has been a total misery for several years yet, mainly due to that awful woman. But about three months ago he went on one of his business/pleasure trips to Paris, and came back a new man. I knew he had met someone, maybe it was you? I thought so. He went again a couple of weeks later and came back, crushed, very disappointed this time.

Well, tonight, the way he was looking at you in the kitchen, the way he kissed you goodnight, it is obvious, he is in heaven again. Thank you for that, any woman wants her son to be happy. But, tell me, and don’t be so surprised I ask. If you don’t understand the question I will know the truth anyway.

Are you one of Geoffrey’s ‘special’ women?"

From the question and the way she looked at me I realised - she knew! Or at least she thought she did. She was obviously aware of Geoffrey’s sexual preferences, her face told me that. But also - she really did not know - really - about me. I had to be honest but found it very difficult to admit to anyone, ever in that situation, what I really was. She realised my confusion and saw through my difficulty.

"OK my dear, you have answered my question. I will say it for you. You are a transvestite, or maybe a transsexual? Don’t worry, I am not going to have you thrown out or anything. I am not going to jeopardise Geoffrey’s happiness. But you must see that it does change things in so many ways. I can deal with problems but only if I know about them. So tell me about yourself and how you got involved with my son. And don’t worry about confidences. Firstly I can keep a secret and secondly, I know more than you think about my son."

I rambled on to the Marchioness for about ten minutes, giving her the basic facts, about Carol and I in Paris, the meeting with Pierre and Michael, then Clarisse, then meeting Geoffrey, our wonderful evening together and the promise of more to come. I opened up about our situation in Birmingham, my job, Carol’s job, the private investigator and my eventual trip to the island.

Her Ladyship listened quietly, then took a sip of her drink. "Thank you for being so candid, my dear, I can see you are a very nice person - and a nice woman come to that. You will realise there are problems with Geoffrey’s relationships, especially now with the divorce and with his new role in the House. But they can all be overcome if we are careful and if we are honest with each other. You will gather as I said that I know more than Geoffrey thinks. I have met one of his ‘lady-friends’, a young TV who calls herself ‘Jeannie’. She was good but - I have to say - nowhere NEAR as good as you, Bethany. I had to get rid of ‘her’, she was bound to get found out sooner or later and that would never do."

I was just a little scared for a moment but decided to ask outright. "You mean - you arranged the skiing accident?"

"No, no my dear, I paid her off, it was not expensive. She had a leg put into plaster for a few days, just in case anyone became nosy. But there really was no accident. The investigators Geoffrey uses do a good job for him, but their loyalty is to me and to the whole family first. They arranged the whole thing. "

"Now my dear, I need to consider the situation. And I think my son is probably getting rather impatient, I could see in his eyes when I was observing you together tonight. I am not sure he is in love with you but he desperately needs to make love to you. So I will bid you goodnight, we will talk in the morning. Just for now please, don’t let on that I know about you to Geoffrey. I’ve kept my involvement secret for years but I think he needs to know now. But I will tell him in my own way, in the morning. Goodnight." With which we both got up, she came towards me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, just like any mother would to her son’s new girlfriend. I was amazed at how she was taking it.

I crept into my own bedroom and took off my dress, deciding to show Geoffrey the underwear. I had just finished preparing my ‘cunt’ in my bathroom when there was a quiet knock on the connecting door. I opened it, Geoffrey was there in his shorts.

"Go on, darling, tell me, what did mother say?" "Later" I whispered. I put my arms round his neck and kissed him, he responded as I knew he would, I could feel his cock rising against my thigh as he put his arms round me. He knew whatever had been said, we were basically ‘all right’. His relief became apparent as I reached down to stroke his cock and it grew even more.

Then he picked me up! And carried me to his bed and lay me down on my back, then undid my shoulder straps and eased my bulging bosoms from the brassiere. He leaned over and caressed the nipples with his tongue, I carried on stroking and teasing his growing cock. I opened my legs wide and enjoyed myself as he guided his gorgeous shaft smoothly and firmly right up my love-hole. He stroked in and out and, as often was the case with us, climaxed very quickly indeed thrusting a huge and hot load of cum deep inside me. That was what I needed! He was weary and, though I hadn’t realised it, so was I, we both went off to sleep very quickly indeed.

 

Part 16 - A surprise visitor

Geoffrey woke me with coffee quite early, he was in his robe and about to shower and dress. But I was having none of that. I grabbed the belt of his robe and pulled, as it fell open I grabbed his already hardening member and gently urged it towards my mouth.

"You little tart!" he joked, and reached out to cup my breasts. They were still the 44DD pair I had worn the previous evening, I was amazed at how well the cosmetic cover-up and the adhesive on them were wearing, still Geoffrey enjoyed caressing them and I did get some of the feeling! His cock grew, I slipped my lips over it and took it immediately deep into my mouth, working hard on it with my lips and my tongue.

At which Geoffrey climbed on top of me, upside down, and eased my ‘pussy-cache’ away from its seating, taking my own now-thrusting organ in his mouth. We were both eager, and spent quite some time caressing and teasing with our mouths. I reached my climax first, not surprisingly since I had been so sexually aroused for the whole of the previous days and had not reached my own peak. I ejaculated forcefully, Geoffrey took it all eagerly, sucking my thrusting ‘clitoris’ and swallowing my juices down and then began to spurt himself. I loved still the warm sticky feeling as I took his own fluid down, then sat up and smiled at and with him. "So, what did mother say?" he wanted to know. While he did shower and dress, and between going next door to use my own bathroom for my own cleaning up, I told him she knew something, and wanted to tell him herself. He wasn’t absolutely totally surprised, he said he had begun to suspect but had not wanted to bring up the subject.

"But this morning at breakfast we need to get the whole thing sorted. OK?"

I agreed but I was not at all sure how!

Geoffrey went down to the kitchen, I had a really thorough cleanup while he was away. I stripped, wig and all, took off all my makeup, and showered thoroughly. After which my breasts STILL looked gorgeous, I made a mental note to commend the cosmetics to Clarisse and to insist on proper marketing, this stuff was worth a fortune and not just to TVs.

I redid my nails, not such a bright red as the previous night, did probably

my own best-ever job on my makeup. I missed Kathryn there but I had to cope

better on my own. I dressed down - well, down for me anyway. White silk bra,

matching panties, tan tights, a shiny white singlet. This showed my bare arms, a red miniskirt, flared rather than tight, and red high heels. I felt good, took a last look in the mirror and started to go downstairs. Then I realised, went back and put on Geoffrey’s ring. Geoffrey and her Ladyship were in the kitchen. I went in, just a little nervously, I knew they had been discussing me. I smiled and Geoffrey held out his hand. As I took it he smiled reassuringly and I kissed him briefly. The Marchioness was smiling too, I leaned over and gave her a ‘good-morning’ kiss on the cheek, just like you do to a mother in law or maybe an auntie. I sat down to my morning coffee and toast.

"Good morning, Bethany. And that is a very nice outfit, you have such good taste in clothes."

For some reason I didn’t see at the time she looked up at Geoffrey and grinned. I was delighted that, even after the events of the previous evening, she was still treating me wholly as a woman. "Now then, my dear, Geoffrey and I have had a jolly good chat while you were making yourself pretty for him. We are both happy with the present arrangements, I am so glad he has found himself such a delightful girlfriend after that awful woman. But we have one or two ideas we would like to put to you. Please, if you have doubts then let us know, we want things to work out the very best for all concerned."

They were both, Geoffrey and his mother, looking quite serious but I didn’t get the sense there was anything wrong. Rather, that something either had been or was going to be decided.

"Please, Beth my dear, before I continue, have you any problems we should maybe consider?"

I had one, just one.

"Your ladyship, I have two difficulties. One, I really must telephone - Carol - in Birmingham, she will be home by now and may be worried what I am up to. And secondly, if it is not too impertinent, what should I call you?" The Marchioness smiled. "OK, first, after you have heard what I have to say, by all means try to ring your ‘friend’ in Birmingham. She must be included in our deliberations."

With this she looked over at Geoffrey again. It was not just because Carol’s existence complicated her son’s ‘love-life’, there was something else there "And second, I agree, Your Ladyship is inappropriate in a friendly setting. You could call me by my first name bit - it is Agatha - and I would rather you didn’t. I think in deference to seniority without fawning to nobility, ‘Madam’ or ‘Ma’am’ might be the best compromise. The only other possibility is ‘Mother’!!!"

"Now my dear, the action plan. How about this? First, Geoffrey and I are off back to London in mid-afternoon. We rather thought you might do best to travel separately, probably straight to Birmingham. There is a daily direct flight but it is in the morning, it goes in about ten minutes. You could stay here at least another night, John will keep you company, he is coming over tomorrow. And there is a little surprise in store which I won’t tell you about yet."

"Second, I hope I don’t offend you but you cannot become the Viscountess, even after the divorce. There would be many legal and medical problems to overcome. And any discovery would do indescribable harm to family name. I think you realise that, don’t you?"

I nodded my agreement, she continued.

"Thirdly, Geoffrey is going to have a word with the Chief Whip in the House this evening. He really only took on this Europe job to give him something to do after the divorce, but now he has another interest." I looked at Geoffrey, worried he was putting too much on me, I didn’t want to be the cause of any major upset, certainly not so far as his work is concerned.

"Don’t worry darling" he said. "It will be OK. I am only a stopgap really for a few months, a permanent spokesman is being groomed for the job. I said I would only take it on short term. I’m going to say I can continue, but sort-of part time. I want one week in four away - to take care of my other business interests. So if you and Carol agree, we can spend one week here together every month. Basically for the foreseeable future you can spend one quarter of your life as Bethany. How does that sound?" I had to be honest. "It sounds absolutely wonderful, my darling. But there are problems, travelling, Carol, working, I really do have to get a job soon and no-one is going to give me a week off every month." Geoffrey and her Ladyship exchanged glances once again. I knew I was about to find out whatever it was they had been keeping from me. "Beth, we have thought of that. Now, am I right, you used to work for a supermarket chain, dealing with their non-foods, clothes etc.? And Carol is now still working for a clothing firm?"

I didn’t see where this was going but I nodded. "Yes, basically. I did all the non-foods, gardening, audio, DIY, clothes, the lot. And Carol’s firm really just does work-wear, uniforms, aprons, overalls, that sort of thing." "That’s alright" said Geoffrey. "Both in clothing in a way and I do know you have good taste in fashion. Now this is the big one, Beth. I still have the store in town which was supposed to be my wife’s, or rather ex-wife’s - ‘hobby’, selling clothes to the trendy young set on the island. How about this? You and Carol sell up on the mainland, get yourself a small place here, and take over the business - properly. It is only a small place - just a two-man operation."

Geoffrey realised what he had said and smiled again. "OK, maybe a two-woman job. But in a way you would be doing us a favour. If we sell now we lose a lot of capital put into the place, it would make more sense trying to start it up again and have it run properly. I really do think, and the two daughters of a friend of mine agree, there is a gap in the market here, and a fair profit for someone who targets the market right and puts in the work. Could Carol do that? And would you, three weeks every month?" I saw where he was coming from. His own bit of sexy crumpet easily available whenever he came to the island. What a thought!! I loved it!! But could I convince Carol? We had seriously thought of upping sticks and moving to France about four years earlier, but at that time we both made our first steps on the promotion ladder, it seemed not to be. Well, Jersey wasn’t the Dordogne but is was very French, only a short boat trip away from France itself, and a very nice island from what I had seen. It was a ridiculous set of plans but - it could work!!

"I can’t decide now obviously. I need to see Carol. But - first reaction - it is not such a daft idea!!"

Geoffrey grinned, his mother did too at his next comment.

"Bethany, you realise, you could still become my partner?" joked Geoffrey. He and his mother went upstairs to pack, leaving me to sit and think for several minutes. I strolled out into the sun and sat by the pool. The gardener walked past, "Morning miss". I could cope with this lifestyle. And the thought of spending a quarter of my time as Geoffrey’s sexy tart delighted me. We could have time to do all sorts of things together, parties, sex, sightseeing, more sex, swimming - and of course the sex. There would be problems setting it up, it really was in some ways a totally stupid suggestion. But it was possible, Carol and Ben, sometimes Carol and Bethany, running a shop in St. Helier, wow - staff discount on all my clothes, what a laugh! I beamed, Geoffrey interrupted my train of thought. "Look, Beth, think about it over the next week will you. Talk it through and let me know. No hurry. Meanwhile I want to try to persuade you - just a little. How about a tour of the island on the way to the airport? We can go in the limo, John and Mother can take a taxi and he can drive you back." I agreed, dashed upstairs to the bathroom to touch up my makeup and to collect my bag. Soon we were heading north along the winding roads again. I tried to put to the back of my mind all the thoughts about the future, this episode of the present was drawing to a close and I wanted to enjoy every moment of it. As we went through the town Geoffrey tried again to show me where the site of the shop was, but in the traffic we couldn’t get a proper view so we headed out into the country.

We stopped twice, the first for an ice cream, the second at a rather isolated spot on the coast. It really was a lovely day, the sun beaming down, each of us happy in the other’s company. Yet I was looking forward to getting home, to seeing Carol again and telling her all about my escapades. To be honest I was confused, as Bethany I was deliriously happy but as Ben, well....

We got out of the car and strolled, hand in hand along the beach. I had to take my shoes off on the sand but even at that hour it had warmed up, we kissed and cuddled against the cliff. Geoffrey was happy, and excited, I could tell.

"OK Geoffrey, once more!!!" I exclaimed as I felt the stiff rod between his legs. That surprised him, but I quickly had his zip down and was caressing his growing prick. Geoffrey pulled off my top and reached back to undo my bra, dropping it to release my bulging boobs. I stood up on my toes and guided his cock into place, then lowered myself onto it. It slid up me smoothly, my ‘cunt’ was much looser and flexible now, I put my arms round his neck and kissed him passionately as I lifted both my legs round his waist.

All I can say is he gave me a jolly good humping, my bulging tits were bouncing up and down as Geoffrey slid in and out of me, I was staring into his eyes and grinning with elation. He was staring open mouthed at my bouncing bosoms, obviously enjoying every second of the experience. For some reason I wanted to ‘talk dirty’ to him. I leaned forward and teased his right ear with my red lips, whispering in as sexy a voice as I could "Come on Geoffrey, I want your big cock up me, deep in my cunt, right up inside me, you have to fuck me, fill me, shoot it all up me, please fill me with your sperm, PLEASE......". I grabbed his bum cheeks, dug my long nails in and heaved.

And he did, there on the beach, lovingly, lustily, noisily, sweatily, he reached a glorious climax and yet again shot his load a long way up me. He hit whatever G-spot I have up there and caused me to go into erotic spasms as he emptied his cock in me again. I was sweating buckets, my love-hole was very wet, very slippery and burning hot, it was gorgeous, he just kept on coming and coming. He was delighted too, obviously, at the power of his loving as well as the unexpectedness of the opportunity. Our joint orgasms seemed to go on for ages, it was glorious, the sun on my bare back, a gentle breeze on my bare breasts, a pulsing cock up me, what more could a girl want.

As we finally relaxed from our exertions we both realised time was getting on. We both dressed rapidly, I had to redo my makeup. Even in his rear-view mirror I did a good job, I was becoming and expert. Then we headed for the airport. There we went to our separate rest rooms and cleaned up again as best we could.

We headed for the Departures lounge like any other pair of lovers, hand in hand. John and the Marchioness were there already, we really were rather later than we planned. I am sure the reason why showed on our faces but no-one commented.

Geoffrey and John went off to sort the baggage, I began to say goodbye to ‘mother’.

"Really I am amazed, knowing what I really am, you take the whole situation so calmly. Thank you."

I reached over and kissed her on the cheek.

"No need my dear. I am amazed too, that you youngsters think you invented sexual openness. In the sixties, you know, when I was your age, the Marquis and I, well, put it this way, I think some of Geoffrey’s ideas are hereditary, it’s not just the title passed from one generation to another you know."

"You mean - his father - was he... what... a transvestite, or....?"

"No, no, Bethany. Not his father. He was straight as a die, in every sense.

But me, well, let’s just say I was not totally innocent." "Oooh you tease" I chuckled. "You mean you were into some antics, what, lesbianism, kinky things... sorry! None of my business, please forgive me for asking."

I really do think I blushed, what was I thinking, asking questions like that of my boyfriend’s mother. Yet she didn’t look at all disturbed. "Don’t worry my dear, one day I may tell you, maybe even show you. But for the moment, it’s our secret, OK? Now I really must be going, where is my son? Ah, here he comes. It has been delightful to meet you Bethany, next time we will have a real opportunity to get to know each other."

And with that she kissed me on the cheek and hugged me, grabbed her hand baggage, and went off through the gate. Geoffrey held out his hand and we kissed goodbye, lustily and very enjoyably, I think he got his tongue deeper in my mouth than ever before! And in public too, I was thrilled. John had gone over to a news-stand to make himself scarce, or so I thought. "Well Geoffrey, it has been fun. I have your number, and this time I WILL ring. And I will let you know about your suggestions, they really do need some thinking about." I kissed him again, he hugged me hard and AGAIN I could feel his cock growing hard against my thigh! "Next time, Geoffrey, next time" I said as I tried to stop laughing. Geoffrey went suddenly very serious, or so it seemed. He was looking over my shoulder. I was just about to turn when he grabbed his own bag, grinned an incredibly huge grin as if to say ‘get out of that!’, said " I hope you appreciate your surprise. Goodbye darling, or rather au revoir ". He turned and was off.

I was puzzled. I spun round myself to see John carrying a large suitcase - which I recognised! And there standing beside him was - I could only say one word.

"Carol!"

 

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