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The Private Showing

Damien Lewis strode quickly across the intersection. At the corner, he turned north and briskly continued walking the last half-block up 14th Avenue. His stride was long, befitting a man of his height. The autumn wind blew a piece of the afternoon newspaper across his shoes and stirred a wisp of hair at his graying temples. Absentmindedly, he reached up and scratched at his beard, thinking about the pleasures in store. He had left work an hour early, telling his secretary that he had a few important errands to run before heading across the bridge for home. His wife would be expecting him by six, and he had not wanted to be pushed for time. Seconds later, he arrived at the entrance to the shop.

Damien pushed open the large glass door and stepped inside Madame Chelsea’s Lingerie Boutique. The sounds of classical music replaced the honking of the cars and taxis jostling their way through the streets of the business district, and the soft smell of lavender took the place of the odor of exhaust fumes. The boutique held the aura of another world. It was decorated in bright pinks and white. The bright pink carpet was thick and lush. The walls were decorated in velvet embossed wallpaper done in a lighter shade of pink and interwoven with gold fleur-de-lis. Large marble columns were spaced throughout the shop, and the clothing racks were all designed in an ornate Elizabethan style with lavish touches of gold leaf. Each rack was filled with meticulously arranged displays of the most exquisite and most erotic lingerie available anywhere in the city.

A tall, handsome woman approached Damien from behind a display of satin camisoles. Although close to Damien’s 50 years, she appeared much younger. Her dark hair was cut short, accentuating her high cheekbones and slender nose. Her lips were full; her eyes were deep and large. She had smooth, tight skin, lacking the wrinkles of most women her age. She wore an expensive black dress that displayed her ample curves, and her long legs appeared superbly toned in the sheer black material of her expensive silk stockings. A small pearl necklace drew Damien’s attention to the woman’s long neck and to the soft curves of her breasts.

“Good evening, Mr. Lewis. It is such a pleasure to see you again. I trust that all has been well with you this past month.”

“Yes, thank you, Madame Chelsea. It has been a successful month. Very busy, as usual, but quite productive.”

Damien had been a regular customer at Madame Chelsea’s for the past year, always visiting the shop near the end of the business day on the third Tuesday of the month. On those days, he would always leave work early and walk to the shop from his office in the financial center a few blocks away.

“I assume that you will be interested in a …private showing of our latest acquisitions, Mr. Lewis?”

“Yes, Madame Chelsea. That would be wonderful. I’m very much looking forward to seeing your latest styles.”

“Tell me Mr. Lewis, did your wife enjoy the gown you purchased last month? It was such a delightful color, and so elegant. I’m sure she looked absolutely radiant when she put it on.”

“Oh yes, yes…she liked it very much.”

Over the past year, Damien had made a habit of bringing his wife, Sara, a monthly gift of sexy lingerie from Madame Chelsea’s shop. She enjoyed the gifts, but did not always share the erotic excitement her husband derived from the exotic creations. Often, she would wear them once and then store them away in her closet where they were soon forgotten. Still, Damien continued to lavish her with his monthly gifts.

“Now, if you’ll follow me, Mr. Lewis, we’ll step into the private showroom. I think we may have some new items that you will find quite appealing. And by the way, I have a special surprise for you this month. I have recently hired two new models. They are both quite elegant, and very accomplished in showing off the finer points of our lingerie. And I am sure, Mr. Lewis, that you will find them both to be quite charming.”

Madame Chelsea turned and moved toward the back of the shop with Damien following a few steps behind. They walked past a display rack of lace teddies where a young sales clerk was straightening the items and arranging them by proper size. The young woman looked up briefly and smiled a coy half-smile as Damien passed. At he rear of the shop, Madame Chelsea led Damien through a pink satin curtain into a small private room that was decorated in the same pinks and whites as the rest of the store. An ornate, velvet chair stood near the center of the room facing a large arched doorway. A small round pedestal table stood along side the chair, a lace cloth dr*ped over its surface. Near the rear wall rested another small table with an elaborate cut crystal decanter and four small snifters arranged neatly on top.

Madame Chelsea motioned for Damien to take a seat in the chair, while she moved over to the table at the back of the room. Casually, she poured an inch of amber liquid into one of the snifters. Damien hung his jacket on the coat rack near the doorway, took a seat in the chair, and with a smile, accepted the glass of brandy Ms. Chelsea held out to him.

“I think you will especially enjoy this month’s showing, Mr. Lewis. I have some delightfully naughty items that I just acquired during my most recent trip to Paris. They are of the highest quality and of the most exquisite design. And as I have mentioned, I think my two new models will please you with their ability to display the lingerie to its…fullest effect. Please, relax for a moment and enjoy your brandy, while I summon the models and bring them to the showroom.”

Madame Chelsea slipped through the archway and disappeared from Damien’s view. He adjusted himself in the chair, took a slow sip of the brandy, and placed the snifter on the small table next to his chair. He briefly became aware of the classical music playing softly in the background; it was a piece by Debussy, one of his favorite composers. A few minutes passed before Madame Chelsea returned, followed by two other women.

“Mr. Lewis, let me introduce you to my newest models. This is Amanda, and this is Diane.”

Damien looked up to see the two women standing on either side of Madame Chelsea. They each wore long, satin, floor-length robes in the shop’s signature bright pink. Damien’s breath caught for a slight second; the two women were absolutely lovely. They were not the young aspiring models he was accustomed to seeing in Madame Chelsea’s shop, but each possessed a captivating beauty fitting her maturity. Amanda had blue eyes and blond hair that fell softly to her shoulders in gentle waves, while Diane had red hair, sultry green eyes, and a mischievous smile. Neither woman was large breasted, but even dr*ped in full-length robes it was apparent that each possessed delightful feminine curves. Each woman met Damien’s gaze with smoldering eyes.

“Well, Mr. Lewis,” said Madame Chelsea, “I’ll let Diane and Amanda show you our newest collection, while I take care of some matters up front. Should you see anything you might like to purchase, simply tell one of the models and I’ll arrange to have the item gift wrapped before you leave. Do enjoy yourself Mr. Lewis. Now, if you will excuse me.”

Damien’s eyes followed Madame Chelsea as she exited through the satin curtain. Once she was gone, he turned his gaze to the two lovely models before him. They remained standing in front of him, smiling alluringly, chins up, backs straight, arms held in a relaxed position at their sides. Their feet were placed in perfect model’s fashion: a ballerina’s second position. Damien let his eyes roam from one to the other. He had seldom seen such beautiful women.

The women returned his gaze, each with a warm, flirting smile. Amanda spoke first, her voice dripping of honey and promise. “Madame Chelsea told us that you are one of her most loyal customers, Mr. Lewis. She said that Diane and I should be very sure to see that you were given the utmost attention.”

“Yes, Mr. Lewis, Madame Chelsea informed us that you are to be treated with special care and consideration,” added the red-haired Diane.

“We’ll certainly do our best to make your visit a memorable one, Mr. Lewis,” Amanda continued. “Would you be interested in seeing two of Madame Chelsea’s newest selections now?”

Not waiting for his reply, the two women reached up and untied the ribbons that held their robes closed at their necks. In slow, fluid motions, they let the robes slide from their shoulders to fall quietly to the floor. Damien took a sharp intake of breath as the women were revealed before him.

Amanda was dressed in a deep blue corset ensemble that laced up the front with black satin ribbons. The corset stopped short of her breasts, leaving them bare. Her nipples were pale and small, but they stood out like hard berries. She wore black thigh-high stockings that fastened to garters extending down from the corset, and tall heels that showed off her long legs. A small triangular G-string of blue satin nestled between her thighs, barely covering her pubic mound. A small rhinestone chocker at her neck completed the outfit. Amanda placed one hand on her hip and straightened her back, pushing her small breasts directly toward Damien.

After drinking in the sight of the beautiful Amanda, Damien turned his eyes toward Diane. The redhead was dressed in a long, sheer gown of emerald green that plunged deeply in the front and was slit up one side all the way to her hip. The gown was nearly transparent, allowing Damien to see that she was completely naked beneath it. Like Amanda, her breasts were small, but exquisite. Her nipples were light pink in color and they pushed softly against the sheer fabric of the gown. At the juncture of her thighs, Damien could see the neatly trimmed strip of her light red pubic hair. Diane also wore high heels that flattered her shapely legs and helped bring attention to the swell of her feminine hips. A small rhinestone chocker, similar to the one worn by Amanda, sparkled at her neck.

Damien was so mesmerized by the sight of Diane’s figure that at first he did not hear Amanda speaking to him. When he finally turned his eyes toward Amanda’s voice, he found that she had moved a few steps closer to where he sat. “This corset is imported directly from Paris, Mr. Lewis. It is made from the most expensive satin. As you can see, the breasts are left exposed, perfect for when one’s lover is of an impatient nature. There is nothing to get in the way of his strong hands or warm lips.”

Amanda took three more slow, seductive steps forward until she stood directly in front of Damien’s chair. Casually, she reached down and with her fingers took hold of the ends of the satin ribbons that fastened the G-string at her hips. “This ensemble has another feature that might interest you, Mr. Lewis.” She looked deeply into his eyes, and with an alluring smile, slowly pulled on the ribbons of the G-string. The bows at her hips gradually slid apart until they finally came completely undone. The G-string fell away to reveal Amanda’s smoothly shaved mound. Damien sat transfixed; the blood began to pound in his temples, drowning out even the sounds of the music playing in the background.

“I think Mr. Lewis likes your outfit, Amanda,” Diane said with a soft hint of laughter in her voice. As Amanda took yet another step closer, Diane moved around behind Damien’s chair and began to softly caressed the back of his neck.

Amanda was close enough now that her legs touched Damien’s knees. “What makes you say that, Diane? Could it be the rather large bulge that has appeared in his trousers, perhaps?”

Amanda leaned over toward Damien, never breaking eye contact. Softly, she slid her hand up his thigh until it rested firmly on the growing bulge at his crotch. Slowly, she began to rub up and down the front of his pants, causing him to become harder still. Diane was leaning closer over his shoulder now, the plunging neckline of her gown spreading open to bare her soft breasts. Lightly, she moved so that a soft pink nipple grazed his cheek.

“I don’t think you’re going to be able to leave the shop in this condition, Mr. Lewis,” Amanda whispered. “Perhaps Diane and I can help you with your…problem.” Without taking her gaze from Damien’s eyes, Amanda carefully inched down the zipper of his suit pants, and slipped her hand inside. Damien gasped and stiffened as he felt her soft hand wrap around his ever-hardening penis through his briefs. She began to stroke him through the material with agonizing slowness.

At the same time, Diane carefully undid Damien’s tie and slipped it from around his neck. One by one, she loosened the buttons on his shirt and slid her hands down over his chest. Leaning over him, she let her breast once again lightly touch his cheek. Deliberately, she reached down and began to unfasten his belt. “Here, Amanda, let me help you.”

Once his belt was undone, Amanda grasped Damien’s pants at the waistband, and gently tugged downward. Without protest, he lifted his hips to allow her to slide first his pants and then his briefs down over his thighs and past his knees. Soon he was naked from the waist down. By now, his penis was fully erect, standing straight up, a drop of clear liquid seeping from the tip. Amanda wrapped her fingers around his rod and once again began to stroke him slowly but rhythmically. Damien gave out a low groan as the pleasure caused by her warm hand sent a jolt of electricity up his spine.

Diane moved around to the side of Damien’s chair. Slowly, she took a long-nailed finger and placed it on his chin. Gradually, she turned his face towards hers. “You have very inviting lips, Mr. Lewis.” Slowly, Diane leaned forward until one of her pale nipples just barely touched his mouth. With a tantalizing slowness, she moved her breast from side to side, allowing the nipple to lightly brush against Damien’s upper lip. “Yes, Mr. Lewis. Very inviting lips, indeed”. The redhead closed her eyes, tilted her head back slightly, and continued to move her breast back and forth over Damien’s mouth. Instinctively, he opened his lips and gently sucked the nipple inside, running his tongue softly over the hardening bud. Diane gave a small sigh and pressed her breast closer.

Suddenly, Damien stiffened with surprise and pleasure. While he had been drinking in the softness of Diane’s breast, Amanda had quietly slipped to her knees in front of his chair. Leaning forward, she had slid the moist heat of her mouth over the knob of his penis, and had begun to suck softly. Slowly and steadily she began to slide her mouth up and down his hard tool, stopping occasionally to swirl her tongue against the sensitive spot just below the head. Damien’s ass hunched against the soft velvet cushion of the chair, in an effort to get more of his erection into Amanda’s hot mouth.

Within seconds, he was ready to explode, but before he could reach a climax, Amanda lifted her mouth from his hardness and stood up. “Let’s make you more comfortable, Mr. Lewis,” she said with a slight breathiness. The two women gently urged Damien to his feet. Moving the chair out of the way, they motioned for him to lie on his back on the plush pink carpet of the small showroom. Once on his back, Amanda crawled up between his legs and once more took his erection in her mouth. She slowly slid her mouth down the length of his pole. Then just as slowly, she moved her lips back up to the tip, sucking him seductively. Releasing him momentarily, she licked the underside of his erection with her tongue, before dipping her head lower to gently suck one of his balls into her warm mouth and swirled her tongue over the smooth skin of its surface. After a few minutes, Amanda once again returned her mouth to the tip of his penis and again began to rhythmically slide her lips up and down on his shaft.

As the pleasure began to course through Damien’s body, Diane, who was kneeling near Damien’s shoulders, bent over and kissed him sensuously. “You do have such soft, lovely lips, Mr. Lewis.” She kissed him again, gently sucking and pulling on his lower lip. Then, the red-haired beauty stood briefly and slipped the emerald gown from her body. Straddling Damien’s chest, she slowly moved her now wet slit closer to his face. “Yes, … such inviting lips,” she whispered. A few second later, her silky red hairs brushed softly against his mouth. He was lost in pleasure now, no longer thinking, just reacting. He reached up, grabbing Diane by her hips. Urgently, he pulled her moist cleft against his mouth. His tongue probed deeply, and then swirled in search of the hard button of her clit. When he found her swollen nub, he began to flick it rapidly with his tongue. Diane let out a low moan and began to rock her hips sensuously, so as to rub her hard clit back and forth against tongue.

Meanwhile, Amanda had released Damien’s erection from her mouth and had crawled further up his body until she was straddling his hips. Sitting up on her knees, she reached between their bodies and held his shaft up straight so that it just barely made contact with the smooth, slick lips of her moist slit. Wantonly, she teased herself by rubbing the tip back and forth over her wet folds. Damien’s hips lunged upward in an attempt to bury his hardness in her damp heat. Finally, with closed eyes, Amanda slowly lowered herself down on him, reveling in the sensations as his knob spread her pussy lips wide. She continued to push downward until she felt him fully buried in her tight pussy. Then, with deliberate slowness, she began to raise and lower herself on his hard pole.

Diane continued to rock her hips above Damien’s mouth. He was pulling her against him more forcefully now. His tongue probed deeply into her slick hole trying to lap more of her wet sweetness into his mouth. He fastened his lips around the hardness of her clit and sucked more urgently. Diane’s body jerked in response, and little whimpers of pleasure escaped her lips. As her passion rose, she moved her hips more rapidly and pressed her slit more insistently against his mouth. Diane moaned, “Oh yes, Mr. Lewis, … your lips …your wonderful lips. Please, Mr. Lewis, make me cum … make me cum with your lips!”

By now, Amanda was in a state of erotic bliss. Her back was arched and her head was thrown back in ecstasy. Her hips rose and fell repeatedly as she rode Damien’s hardness with increasing passion, trying desperately to take him deeper with each forceful stroke. Her wetness coated his shaft; her juices ran out over his balls and dripped onto the carpet below his ass. She reached down between them and began to rapidly flick her swollen clit with her finger. Jolts of electricity coursed through her body. Damien could feel the walls of her sheath tightening forcefully around him, increasing his pleasure with each exquisite contraction. The pleasure was incredible, driving him to a peak of sensation. He found himself wanting the pleasure to never stop, but he was powerless to hold back the frenzied need to reach his final release.

Soon, all three were near the climactic brink. Diane came first, moaning her delight and pushing her clit hard against Damien’s tongue. Her head snapped back and her back arched. She let out a loud moan as she experienced the first of a series of orgasmic jolts that sent her juices gushing over Damian’s lips and tongue. Damien and Amanda reached the apex nearly together. Amanda’s tight glove suddenly quivered and squeezed around the shaft of Damien’s cock, and then released in a series of rippling spasms. The force of her orgasm brought Damien to his own climax. With a groan of pleasure, he arched his hips and erupted deep within Amanda’s tight hole. His hips jerked upwards with each forceful spurt of cum, as the muscles of her sheath milked him until he was totally spent.

For the next few minutes, everything stopped. Gradually, the pounding in Damien’s temples subsided. Slowly the sound of classical music overtook the sounds of the heavy breathing coming from the three people stretched out on the plush carpet of Madame Chelsea’s showroom. Quietly, as if in a distance, Damien thought he heard Madame Chelsea calling his name.

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“Damien? Damien? Damien, did you hear a single word that I just said? You look like you’re in some sort of trace. Look honey, you have to get those gutters cleaned out before lunch. Bobby has a soccer game at one, and I have to pick up your jacket at the cleaners before we go. If you don’t get going on that, we’ll end up being late. I’m really counting on you, honey.”

Damien looked up sheepishly at his wife. “Sorry, Sara. I guess I was just lost in a daydream, for a minute. I’ll get to the gutters right away.”

Damien stood up, and after taking one last look at the cover, tossed the catalog from Madame Chelsea’s Lingerie Boutique onto the stack of magazines, bills and other advertisements that had come in the day’s mail. He took a final sip of coffee, picked up his work gloves, and headed for the patio door.

“Yes,” he thought. “I may have to check out that Madame Chelsea’s someday. Judging from the catalog, it just might be worth stopping in there sometime. Maybe I can leave the office a little early and take a run over there next Tuesday….”





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