Like most of us, this girl had wondered what sex with a woman would be like. Then she met a personal shopper, who had much, much more to offer than just a wardrobe clear-out à la Trinny and Susannah. Today, her personal shopper – much loved by several celebs – is the one luxury item that this rich, single girl simply cannot do without.
SATURDAY AFTERNOONS WERE my shopping day. While some of my girlfriends hit the gym, enjoyed a spa weekend, or simply stayed in bed with a fit guy and/or a hangover, shopping was my ultimate feel-good therapy. I’d get home laden with designer-label carrier bags, having blown a small fortune, but luckily working for a City bank meant I wasn’t short of cash. Time, yes, but money, no. I spent my weekdays living close to the edge, putting together multi-million-pound deals for my clients, often socialising with them until late in the evenings. It was a male-dominated world of bespoke business suits, and I loved nothing better than to pamper my inner princess at the weekends and treat myself to all things pink and fluffy. I’d lost count of the number of cashmere sweaters in pastel colours and sparkly scarves I’d bought.
The trouble was that I didn’t really have a great eye for style. Buying work clothes was no problem – I knew how I needed to look, with crisp blouse, dark tailored jacket and matching knee-length skirt. I went out of my way to ensure I looked utterly professional rather than outright sexy. Sure, there were times when a little flirting with clients smoothed things along. But these were hard-headed businesspeople, and I was investing their money for them. I had to stay calm, in control and confident at all times. When it came to casual clothes, I admit I was a bit clueless. So I ended up staggering home under the weight of yet another three pairs of designer jeans, various fitted jackets and a ton of strappy tops.
‘What you need is a personal shopper,’ insisted my friend Lisa over coffee in Starbucks one Sunday. ‘Someone who can create different casual looks for you. After all, babes, you’ve got the figure for it.’
She was right. I’m tall and slim, but not a beanpole – I’ve also had the good fortune to have a decent-sized chest.
‘You should try Maria,’ she went on. ‘She’s my stylist. Honestly, darling, one session with her and you’ll look and feel a million dollars.’
‘I didn’t even know you were styled by someone,’ I confessed. ‘You always look good but not in that ridiculous, over-trendy way.’
‘Well, that’s the whole point of a good stylist, isn’t it?’ Lisa admitted, with a smile. ‘But listen, I don’t tell everyone about Maria, she’s too good to share. But I think you should give her a go. She’s got several celeb clients. Trust me, you won’t be disappointed.’
Lisa always looked amazing. Today she was wearing a long, hippy-chic skirt and floaty top that could so easily have looked more frump than fashionable, but there was something about the combination of colours and accessories that meant she pulled it off. Maria had to be worth a go.
Lisa gave me Maria’s details and I called her mobile later that day. ‘I could do next Saturday,’ she suggested. ‘You’ll need to set aside the whole afternoon. First we’ll go through your existing wardrobe, then we’ll hit a few shops. Does that sound okay?’
‘Sounds great,’ I replied.
She was chatty and friendly on the phone, and not at all snooty, but I must admit that I had pre-conceived ideas about fashion types – all über-trendy, bit pretentious, oozing confidence. I had visions of her convincing me to bin thousands of pounds’ worth of designer gear, and I hoped she wouldn’t take me totally out of my comfort zone or try and dress me up like a footballer’s wife. If I wasn’t careful I’d end up with a tattoo on my navel. I was a bit more conservative than that. I was pretty traditional when it came to men, too. I’d had a few relationships, all long-term, and the odd one-night stand, but they were always the same – suited and booted City guys, well spoken, educated, and boring. Typically, my masturbation fantasies would be the things I’d never do in real life, like fucking one of the builders outside our office, or seducing a client. But in reality, ‘play it safe’ had always been my motto. Beware the unknown.
Maria arrived in a latest-model Ferrari, but she was nothing like I’d expected. She was very petite, with straight shoulder-length blonde hair, delicate features and enormous, kind-looking blue eyes. Quite beautiful. The kind of girl that guys would go crazy over. But most unexpected of all was my reaction to her.
I’d seen plenty of beautiful women before, but just one look at Maria turned me on. I felt that sudden surge of lust, that familiar tingle in my clitoris, and I knew it was Maria making me horny. Sure, I’d thought about sex with a woman, like everyone has, and wondered what it would be like, but I couldn’t ever remember fantasising about it, let alone getting wet just looking at a girl. My nipples hardened and rubbed hard against my silky bra.
‘Hi,’ she said, with a wide, open smile. ‘I’m Maria.’
Even her manner was gentle and unassuming, nothing like the in-your-face attitude that I’d dreaded. But that made me want her all the more. She seemed so soft, so vulnerable – yet I knew she had a client list as long as my arm, including some well-known celebs, so underneath that soft, easy-going manner had to be a pretty damn hard-headed businesswoman. I admired her already and even that added to the arousal.
‘And I’m Zoe,’ I replied, smiling back, trying to ignore the shiver of excitement that rippled through me. ‘Please, come in. Can I get you a coffee?’
‘That would be lovely.’
I led her into the kitchen and Zoe plonked her bag down on the marble surface. ‘Fabulous place you’ve got,’ she went on. ‘Lisa tells me you work in the City.’
I chatted to her about my job and tried to stop my eyes lingering on her breasts. She was wearing tight drainpipe jeans, which fitted her slim legs perfectly and showed her pert little arse off to perfection. Her breasts were small, too, but firm – I could tell, through her white top, that she’d gone braless. She’d the sort of boobs that could get away with it and stay classy. I longed to run my finger down the nape of her long neck, over those nipples, then take her whole tit in my mouth and suck it hard. I imagined her blonde head moving up and down over my pussy as she licked my clit, flicking her tongue over and over its swollen surface as she brought me closer and closer to orgasm.
What was going on? What was I thinking? I’d never felt like this before and I wasn’t sure how to handle it. Just standing there looking at her had me wetter than ever and my panties were totally soaked! I was determined to remain friendly but businesslike, confident that Maria would have no idea what was going through my head. There was absolutely nothing in her manner, or her eyes, to suggest she felt the same way. My clit was so swollen that standing up was uncomfortable, and I knew I’d have to bring myself off in the bathroom before we went out shopping.
‘Tell you what,’ said Maria, finishing her coffee. ‘Let’s go shopping first. We can sort your wardrobe later.’
‘Sure,’ I replied. ‘I’ll just nip to the loo first.’
My fingers were on my clit the moment I shut the door, and what happened next was totally overwhelming. As soon as I touched myself I came, so fast and so hard, as massive spasms of pleasure rocked my whole body. Normally it took me at least a few minutes to bring myself off. My pussy was wetter that I’d ever felt it before. Something about Maria had made me aroused in a way I’d never experienced.
Moments later, Maria and I left the flat and caught a cab into town. I’d hoped that bringing myself off would stop the fantasies about her going through my head, but it didn’t. Sitting there beside her on the back seat, my panties still soaked in my juices, I looked down at her gorgeous slim legs, leading down into a pair of high-heeled strappy sandals. I looked at her long fingers, resting gently in her lap, wishing those long, carefully manicured nails were inside my cunt.
Our first stop was a small boutique, so exclusive that Maria had to knock to be let in. ‘This is my new client, Zoe,’ she said to the owner, a smart, middle-aged lady who offered us refreshments and generally made such a fuss of us that I realised Maria obviously brought a lot of her wealthy clients here.
‘Honestly, we’re fine,’ Maria said, refusing yet another offer of freshly squeezed orange juice as she chose a selection of clothes from the rails. ‘Zoe and I will go and try these on.’
‘Of course,’ the owner gushed. ‘I’ll be in my office if you need anything.’
Maria led the way up a cast-iron spiral staircase. I followed her, my eyes focused on her perfect peach of a bum swaying side to side with each step, my lust threatening to totally engulf me in a way I’d never felt before with a man. I didn’t know how to suppress my arousal – even masturbating hadn’t been enough to stop it. We went through a door into the most gorgeous fitting room I’d ever seen with a luxurious cream carpet on the floor, mirrors on every wall, soft lighting, a cream-coloured armchair and fresh flowers in a vase on a small corner table. Even the clothes came on pink padded hangers.
Hanging up the outfits, she turned to face me. ‘Would you like me to help you?’ she asked, totally matter-of-fact. ‘Or I can wait outside if you prefer.’
I hesitated. If I changed in front of Maria she might glimpse my wet panties and realise she’d turned me on. Then again, I decided, I was paying for her services and I really didn’t have a clue which clothes went together.
‘Please stay,’ I replied, perhaps a little too enthusiastically. ‘I really won’t know what to put on.’
‘No worries,’ she said, and for the first time I sensed a spark between us – only fleetingly, not enough to be sure, but enough to make my clit swell again. ‘Let’s get you out of these clothes.’
I turned around for her to unzip my sleeveless dress. Her fingers brushed lightly over my skin and she slid down the zip a little too slowly, almost as if she was undressing me like a lover would, gently pushing the dress over my shoulders so that it slipped down to the floor. Her mouth – beautifully lipsticked and glossed in pale pink – hovered by the nape of my neck.
I looked at myself in the mirror, and liked what I saw – a very sexy, white satin matching bra and G-string set, complimenting my tan. Maria looked over my shoulder at the mirror.
‘You’ve got a gorgeous body,’ she said, her eyes fixed on my tits.
She was standing so close to me, I could feel her breath on my shoulder and the denim of her jeans brushing against my leg. For a second, we stood there awkwardly, my heart pounding, my breathing fast. Inside, I was on fire. I wanted to turn and face her, pull her face into my tits, but I couldn’t be sure that was what she wanted. I’d seduced plenty of men, but how could I find out if she felt the same? Then I had an idea.
‘Should I keep on my underwear?’ I asked. ‘Or would you prefer that I took it off?’
The question sounded so innocent, but she’d know what I meant. Or so I hoped. Now it was up to her.
‘I think you’d better take it off,’ she replied, her long fingers slipping inside my bra strap. ‘Would you like me to help?’
I nodded, too horny to speak. Maria gently unhooked my bra and slid the straps over my shoulders, just as she’d done with the dress. My tits fell out, nipples firm and erect, as the bra hit the floor.
‘Now the panties,’ she said, walking round the front of me.
She knelt down, took hold of the side of the panties and slid them down to my knees, exposing the soaked patch in the gusset. Her face was inches away from my cunt, her glossy blonde head hovering there, just as I’d fantasised. I was so turned on that I let out a gasp.
Maria ran her fingers over the wet patch and looked up at me with a sexy smile. She licked her lips, and I groaned again.
‘Jesus, you’re soaked. Any reason?’ she asked, grinning.
I knew if she didn’t touch me soon I’d have to masturbate. My whole body ached with longing.
‘Just lick me,’ I replied. ‘Lick me. Please.’
Her face moved towards my bush, as her nose teased my clit and her tongue pressed into the groove between my pussy lips. I had never, ever been so horny in my life. She eased my thighs apart and slid her tongue deeper into my pussy, over my clit and up into my cunt.
Maria ran her tongue around the inside, sucking at my juices, before concentrating on my clit. I took hold of her blonde head and held it still as I rocked back and forth on her tongue, growing ever closer but also fighting back the waves of orgasm. Maria sensed I was about to climax and stood up, taking my whole tit in her mouth and sucking as she flicked my nipple with her tongue. Then she kissed me hard. My tongue probed inside her mouth and I tasted my own juices on her lips.
Even though she’d just made love to me, I was still nervous about touching her. I’d never been with a woman before and I didn’t want to get it wrong. Maria seemed to sense my hesitation, and undid her own jeans. I pulled her top over her head and instinctively reached for those pert, tiny breasts, cupping them in my hands and running my tongue over them in ever-decreasing circles until my lips fell on her nipple. Maria let out a moan of pleasure and pulled me down onto the soft carpet, our bodies pressed together, my pubic hair bristling against her pink cotton panties. She swirled her tongue around my lips, then plunged deep into my mouth, showing just how much raw desire she felt. My fingers left her tits and worked their way down to her navel, stroking and kneading, and I slid them over the panties, now damp with her wetness. Maria spread her legs, inviting me to touch her, but I kept her waiting. I teased her, running my finger over the gusset, slipping it just inside the panties and pulling it out again. Eventually Maria couldn’t take it any longer. She grabbed my hand and plunged it in inside her and for the first time ever my fingers slid inside a wet pussy.
She felt so different to me – smaller and tighter, with a clit like a tiny rosebud, but just as wet as I was. I started to masturbate her the way I do myself – thrusting my middle finger into her cunt, then pulling it out and giving her clit lots of hard, circular rubs. Maria groaned with pleasure and arched her back, so I knew she was close to coming, maybe too close to stop, so I massaged her clit as fast as I could, while my other hand instinctively went to my own, desperate to climax at the same time as her. Maria’s whole body began to jerk, and as she came she plunged a finger hard into my pussy. I stifled a scream of pleasure as my orgasm engulfed me, our bodies rocking and climaxing together.
We lay back on the soft carpet, our bodies entwined. I was totally overwhelmed by the experience, but my instincts told me this was just sex for both of us – I certainly wasn’t interested in a relationship and I was pretty sure Maria felt the same.
It was Maria who stood up first. ‘We’d better try some of these clothes on!’ she said, her face and body still flushed with pleasure. She bent down right in front of me and picked up her pink panties and jeans, giving me a tempting glimpse of her wet cunt and arsehole. Incredibly, I didn’t feel awkward or embarrassed in her company. What we’d done felt so right, so natural. We didn’t talk about what we’d done, but I wondered vaguely if she realised it had been my first time.
Of course, I had also engaged Maria’s professional help for the day – and I was paying for it. She helped me into several different outfits, complimenting me on how great I looked. I came away with a denim skirt and pale pink blouse, mainly because Maria said I looked stunning in them. It must have been at least an hour before we made our way down to the till, but the shop owner didn’t bat an eyelid.
The rest of the afternoon passed in a daze. Maria and I went to London’s top boutiques and designer shops, though these were more traditional inside and didn’t have a ‘private’ fitting room like the first one. So I changed alone, emerging to gauge Maria’s opinion. By the second store I knew she was horny again, as each time I came out of the fitting room, her eyes lingered on my body in the most sensual, seductive way imaginable. I loved the way she looked at me. We were going to have sex again, and we both knew it. The waiting just added to the thrill. I even toyed with the idea of masturbating myself in the cubicle – I would have come very quickly – but I wanted to save my climax for Maria. This time, I decided, I’d be the one giving head.
By closing time I’d spent a small fortune but I had to admit that Maria knew exactly what she was talking about when it came to clothes. She’d encouraged me to try on outfits I’d normally have walked straight past – from hippy-chic skirts like Lisa’s to mini-skirts – yes, mini-skirts. She showed me they don’t always have to look tarty. And I’d even bought a trendy parka jacket, something I’d always wanted but didn’t think I had the confidence to carry off.
‘A good day’s work,’ said Maria as we sat in the cab home. ‘Now all we need to do is clear some wardrobe space and you’ll be sorted.’
‘You’d better come into my bedroom then,’ I said, grinning. ‘If you dare!’
‘I’d love to,’ she replied.
Maria followed me down the hall and into my flat. I directed her towards the bedroom whilst I fetched a bottle of champagne and two glasses from the kitchen, and we drank it as she went through my wardrobe. She looked utterly irresistible, with her white top slipping slightly off her tanned shoulder, and those gorgeous, glossy pink lips just waiting to be kissed.
‘That was my first time, earlier,’ I confessed. ‘With a woman.’
‘Really?’ she replied, genuinely surprised. ‘It didn’t feel like it. I’m honoured!’
‘I just couldn’t keep my hands off you,’ I added, taking her champagne glass and placing it gently on the bedside table.
‘Nor mine off you, babe,’ she said, leaning back on the bed and unzipping her jeans. She pushed them down to her knees.
I took off my dress and slid her jeans right off, keeping my touch totally featherlight, and gently eased her legs as wide as they would go, exposing her cherry-coloured cunt and the beautiful rosebud clit I’d stroked earlier.
This time, I felt much more confident. I kissed her navel and worked down to her cunt, my lips and tongue tasting and kissing new territory. Her skin was silky soft, so unlike a man’s. I had to admit I preferred giving head to her than to blokes – I never really got off sucking cock – but running my tongue around her clit, feeling it swell with every lick . . . This was one case where it really was as good to give as to receive.
I used the tip of my tongue to tease her, flicking it over her clit, then forcing my whole tongue into her cunt, savouring her juices. Maria writhed in pleasure and pushed down onto my tongue so it was in her as far as it would go, but I knew she wanted to be penetrated more deeply. I slid a finger inside her but still she pushed down, and I knew she needed more.
I reached into my bedside cabinet and took out my vibrator. The smooth plastic buzzed in my hand as I ran it underneath her top, circling her tits. Maria took the vibe from me, turned it on full and plunged it straight into her slit, forcing her pussy lips apart.
‘Fuck me hard,’ she said, curling my fingers around the vibe.
I did as she asked, ramming the vibe in and out of her cunt and making sure I ran it over her clit on each forward thrust. Maria pulled me close to her, those beautifully manicured nails pressing into my buttocks and she ran a finger over my arse and into my cunt from behind.
‘My clit,’ I breathed, as the throbbing between my legs became almost unbearable.
Maria knew what I needed. She ran the wet vibe between my pussy lips, her juices and mine mingling between my legs, as my fingers massaged my own tits, flicking at my nipples.
‘Don’t come,’ she breathed. ‘Not yet. I’ve got something you’re going to love.’
She left the toy inside me and reached down into her bag beside the bed. At first, I thought it was another vibe, but then I saw a small harness attached to it. Quickly, she strapped the dildo around her waist and legs. My vibe seemed so small and pathetic in comparison. I threw it aside and opened my legs, ready to be really fucked.
Maria was on top of me in a second. She thrust the strap-on into me, sliding in effortlessly, stimulating my clit and my cunt at the same time. Her whole body was saturated in sweat and her glossy blonde hair fell over my face as she fucked me like a man. But this was better than any man I’d ever had. Her firm body and pert little tits were driving me wild. I rolled her onto her back and climbed on top of the dildo, riding her hard and stimulating my own clit while she rammed my vibe inside her.
‘I’m going to come so hard,’ I gasped, as my orgasm hit in a delicious, unstoppable wave. I just let go of all the tension I built up delaying my orgasm and my whole body shuddered with pleasure. I climbed off Maria and attached the strap-on to myself, pulling the harness tight.
‘And now,’ I said, brimming with confidence, ‘it’s your turn.’
She flipped over on to her front and the strap-on slid into her from behind, her whole pussy tight around it. Maria was so close that I knew it would only take a couple of thrusts before she came. My vibe was laying on the bed, wedged between her pussy lips and vibrating her clit at top speed. Suddenly, Maria let out an animal-like howl and her whole body jerked with an intense orgasm.
Just like before, we lay there entwined in each other’s arms, but this time I knew there wouldn’t be a repeat performance. You know how sometimes you get that feeling after a one-night stand? This had been an all-day stand, the best ever. I had no idea if she was straight or bisexual, and I didn’t care. Clearly something between us had just boiled over.
Maria began to get dressed and I put the strap-on back in her bag.
‘I almost forgot,’ I said, grabbing my own handbag off the dressing table. ‘I need to pay for today.’ We’d agreed £200, so I handed her the cash.
‘Thanks,’ she replied, pocketing it. ‘Call me if you need any more shopping advice, okay? Today was fun.’
And with a peck on the cheek, she was gone.
Two days later, still glowing from the experience and looking fabulous in one of my new outfits, I bumped into Lisa. ‘How did it go?’ she asked. ‘With Maria?’
‘Great,’ I replied, breezily, blushing ever-so-slightly.
Lisa gave me a knowing look. ‘She’s good, isn’t she?’ she said.
So I wasn’t the only one of her clients she’d fucked. Did I care? Not on your life. A shrewd businesswoman, just as I’d suspected.
‘She was amazing,’ I said, beaming.
‘I see her every few months,’ Lisa confided. ‘When I need a little, you know, confidence boost. I feel like a million dollars afterwards.’
‘I know exactly what you mean,’ I added, with a knowing grin, a delicious shiver going right through me at the thought of Lisa – and some of her celeb clients – being fucked with that strap-on.
Perhaps I’d been wrong; perhaps, like Lisa, I too would be seeing Maria again – for the personal shopping, maybe, but definitely for the occasional confidence boost.