A Perfect Fit

April the 4th 2008 Charles and I had been invited to attend a get together of those who are in the adult business. I knew that he wanted me to look my absolute best on that evening which was a week away, but he knew that he need say nothing to me as I prefer to always be well groomed. I decided that it was about time I treated myself to a new outfit and I wanted something that was going to be special and unique. I reached for the phone and called my friend Jessica for suggestions. She suggested that I call her dressmaker, Philippe. She told me that he was a great hit with the ladies and strongly recommended me to try him. I dialled the number that Jessica had given me and an appointment was made for me that very afternoon. The shop was far smaller than I had expected and quite hidden away. Opening the door, a wind chime that was hung above it alerted a young man to my arrival. "Good afternoon. Please take a seat, Philippe will be with you shortly. He is just completing a fitting ". Smiling at him, I sat in the comfortable leather chair and relaxed whilst flicking through the many fashion magazines that were placed on the low table. "Good afternoon Madam." I looked up to see a well dressed man standing before me. He introduced himself as Philippe and enquired as to how he could be of assistance to me. Explaining that I had an important event coming up and that I wanted something smart but ‘a little different and special’, he looked at me from head to toe and declared, "We can transform you from the angel that you are now to a goddess!” I laughed at the comment. “I haven't seen you here before madam...". “My friend Jessica recommended you to me.” Philippe smiled. “Oh yes, Jessica. She is one of my special customers.” He stared at my breasts for a few seconds and said quietly that he needed to take my measurements for the outfit. I stood up and noticed that he was taking a good look at my ass and legs as I walked towards the fitting rooms. There was some mild classical music playing in the background and the atmosphere was pleasant. As I was entering he called the young man in to assist with the tape measure. I was surprised at first and asked him quite innocently, “Don’t you have women working here to take measurements?” at which he laughed and said “Of course we do Madam, but unfortunately they are off at the moment.” And with that he put the tape around me. Then, without waiting for my permission, gently began to unfasten the buttons on my blouse and skirt whilst still looking straight into my eyes. I was rather shocked and almost annoyed for a few moments, but I quickly recovered and attempted to stop him from going any further. He stopped me and said, 'Relax madam ... please, how can we take proper measurements without removing your clothes?” He smiled at me, full of confidence and I was defeated by his apparent professionalism. I noticed the young assistant’s eyes almost pop out as he looked at my breasts. Philippe stood in front of me and asked me to raise my arms above my head. As I did so he came closer to me, put the tape around me again and brought the tape to my front, circled it beneath my breasts and tightened it. By now the assistant was finding it quite difficult to take down the measurements. Philippe uttered to the assistant to watch the correct way to take a ladies measurements, whilst his fingers were brushing against the underside of my breasts. I had to admit to becoming a little excited at his touch. The assistant came close and was intensely looking at my breasts for a while instead of the tape and its position. Philippe went on, “This is the correct way to measure the base, but madam’s outfit shall be very unyielding so we need to tighten the measurements a bit more.” and with that he inserted one finger underneath each breast and lifted them up gently. “See the difference?” The assistant seemed to be at his learning best and was nodding furiously. He asked his employer, "how did you realise that it would be too loose?” Philippe inserted his fingers under the material of my bra; his cold fingers brushed my skin and made me shiver a bit. Then his fingers crept up to touch the base of my left breast to demonstrate how loose my bra was! In spite of shamefully exposing my breasts to 2 strangers I was getting turned on a bit. My large nipples were betraying me. I could feel them getting erect as Philippe's fingers gently and subtly fondled the underside of my breast all in the pretext of shifting and re-positioning the tapes, very professionally indeed. The assistant asked, “Could I practice taking the next measurement then?” Philippe nodded to him without even looking at me. He removed the tape and handed it to the boy. With a look of a child in a sweet shop, the assistant took the tape and inched closer to me. He circled it behind me while Philippe stepped aside and watched him carefully. The assistant's hands were also cold and when his fingers rested on my back to place the tape I could feel the coldness penetrating my flesh through to my spine. I shivered a bit. He fussily brought the tape around me and rested it on the centre. He was happy with the progress he made so far and was shifting the tape slightly up & down right over my now erect nipples. Now Philippe told him to tighten the tape now that the positioning was correct. He tightened it to the point of obscenely pressing my breasts and lingered his fingers over the tape right on my pointed right nipple studying it closely. My nipples were getting stiffer by the minute and they could both clearly see this. With that Philippe took over from the assistant and proceeded to take the actual measurements. Of course he hadn't failed to caress both my nipples - first gently and then with some pressure on. He then informed me that he had a dress that he felt would be perfect for me and insisted that I try it on there and then so that he would get a good idea of the fitting. He led me into another fitting room which was surrounded by mirrors and nothing else. As he saw me looking at the mirrors he told me that they were there purely for my (our) viewing pleasure. As he turned to leave, he absently mentioned to me “oh madam, to get the best idea of the finished article, please try it without your brassiere, and please be careful as the floor is wet still. It has just been cleaned.” Then Philippe left. Removing my bra I stepped into the dress but suddenly realised that I would need a second pair of hands to fasten all the buttons that fastened at the back. Then there was a knock on the door and Philippe asked from outside if everything was fine. I opened the door a fraction and told him that I needed a hand with the buttons and he nodded understandingly. Pushing the door wider, he stepped into the dressing room and offered his services. He told me to turn around and looked engrossed in his work while trying to fasten the ridiculously tiny buttons over my bare back. I was in an internal turmoil of emotions by now and my senses were shamefully on fire. He took a couple of steps back to admire me, and then asked me to raise my arms up once again, which I did. Coming towards me once more, he reached out and stroked my armpits and commented that I really should remove all my body hair. I informed him that I had shaved my hairs only the day before but he replied that only a man knows how to get a truly close and satisfactory shave and that he would love to do one for me. This made me giggle a bit and made me even hornier. He walked out of the room but soon returned with a bowl filled with warm water, and this time he didn't bother knocking. I was inspecting my armpit and was caught off guard. He smiled at me and came closer and took my right hand gently and lifted it over my head. His face was so close to my armpits and my naked breasts and he began applying some water then slowly and carefully applied the cream in my armpit. Many a times his hands brushed on to the sides of my naked breasts. He started shaving my right armpit and since it had only recently been shaven it didn't take long, but every now and then his palm completely rested on my bare breasts and the base of his palm was pressing against my right nipple. Once finished, I felt it with my left hand whilst at the same time he came behind me to the other side and accidentally brushed against my back. I could feel how rock hard his erection was behind his trousers. He told me to lift the other hand and did the same to it taking his time and using the opportunities to brush against my naked breast. He came around to my front and went down on his knees. Then he told me that I had a few hairs running down my tummy. They were blonde but he felt that they should still be removed and with that he took my hand and led me out of the room to an adjacent one where there was a single bed and told me to lie down. As I turn my head to the side I could see Philippe's hard on clearly now as it was so close to my face. Philippe applied the cream over the skin below my navel and then the brush was close to my pussy. I was quite excited by the events so far and close to an orgasm. My body began writhing with pleasure as Philippe started to shave me before intently studying my pubic area. My pussy was dripping wet. Philippe, gently but firmly, started spreading my thighs apart and moaned to himself as he admired it. Philippe sprinkled the water and started lathering the hair in that area extra lavishly taking time. I was thoroughly excited and was getting turned on more by the minute. He started shaving off the hair above and the sides of the lip region and was carefully shaving the region below. Half way through he spread the lips wider with his fingers. "Such nice pink flesh, madam,” and he proceeded to stroke my clit first gently and then with force. He kneaded it with his fingers and pinched the clit. It was too much for me and I arched my hips in the air and moaned aloud. I was on the verge of coming and Philippe's hand was very wet with my juices. The assistant was grinning and sporting a hard on too which was now casually brushing my cheeks over his waistband. Philippe resumed his position and spread my thighs wide again and began to lather my ass hole. The assistant leaned over and was opening my ass, spreading it wide while Philippe applied the lotion into the hole. It was so humiliating, yet exciting. I felt my body readying for another session. Philippe was slowly inserting his already wet finger now into my hole while I jerked and shrieked an "OOOPS”... His finger found the spot and was slowly moving in and out. At the same time Philippe inserted his other hand deep into my pussy and started moving his fingers from both hands in and out of both of my orifices. Both lots of fingering at the same time were too much and I yielded to another orgasm. He removed his trousers and his stiff cock sprang out. I gasped and stared at it. He came closer to me and took my hand and placed his cock into it. I ran my fingers along the shaft and cupped his balls in my hand, squeezing them gently. I ran my other hand to the tip of the shaft and started drawing circles very gently. Within seconds I could feel my hand wet with the pre-cum. He smiled and pushed my head down. I bent down to take it while holding his ass cheeks with my free hand. I ran my tongue along his erection, flicking it around the tip of his shaft. It was thick and hard as rock. After only a few minutes of this he sensed that he too was about to cum and stopped me and removed his cock from my mouth. He told me to bend down and rest on all fours on the bed and knelt behind me, grabbed my hips and inserted his cock deeply into me. He started humping me gently at first, but then with more force. I started moaning aloud.... very very loud. I could hear myself shouting and his balls and belly slapping against my open pussy and ass. I could feel the mounting orgasm by the minute. He squeezed my breasts with one hand and somehow managed to finger my butt hole at the same time while he was humping. After what seemed forever I felt his body stiffen suddenly and he held me tightly, fucking at high speed. I sensed him cumming as I was on the verge too. As he stiffened further and shot his hot semen into me I let out a loud moan, and jerked for a long time even after he was done. I dropped on the floor dripping in sweat. Philippe let me lay in that position for a little while before lifting me gently to my feet. “I look forward to your fitting Madame,” he smiled. “Perhaps if you come back the day after tomorrow your outfit should be ready.” He left me alone to dress again and I left the shop thinking about my friend Jessica's remark as to why such a place would be popular for the ladies. All I could do was smile …