Joseph Kent and Thomasina Haggerty were married though not to each other and were in Paris for a dirty weekend.
They had spent the morning sightseeing, before having lunch in a Bistro
and then split up as Tommy wanted to go shopping and Joe wanted to see more of
Paris than the inside of French shops, so after a kiss outside the Bistro they
went their separate ways.
When Joe arrived back at the Hotel he went up to the room and let himself
in, but the room was empty, so he went back downstairs and went into the bar.
He really fancied a pint but they only had French beer, which was weaker
than piss, so he ordered a large glass of white wine instead and he texted Tommy
to say he was in the bar and to join him there when she arrived and she replied
“ok”
He took his drink out onto the terrace, which was bathed in the
surprisingly warm October sunshine, but it was cooler than it looked so he went
back inside.
He found himself a seat and took his phone from his pocket and called Gina,
his wife.
He was on his second glass of wine when Tommy arrived clutching an
assortment of bags.
“Hi handsome” she said kissing him, then she whispered.
“I decided to go shopping for you know what’s”
“That’s ok,” he said kissing her back, knowing precisely what the “you
know what’s” were, because she had mentioned after their early morning coupling
that she wanted to buy some French Lingerie “Blimey” he exclaimed “are all
those bags full of knickers?”
“Shhh” she exclaimed “No of course not, but one thing led to another,
after all how often does a girl get the chance to shop in Paris”
“Quite right” he agreed, “do you want a drink?”
“No thanks babe. I want to go and try these on” Tommy replied excitedly
“Ok, I’ll come up when I’ve finished mine”
To the casual observer they would have looked like an ordinary married
couple.
“If they only knew” he thought which led to another thought
“If only we were”
When he got up to the room, he found Tommy stood in front of the mirror,
sporting a luscious pair of ivory silk knickers, as she tried to wrestle her
breasts into the matching bra.
The first one would go in its cup with only a little persuasion but just
as she got the second one in, the first one popped out again or both nipples
would suddenly appear above the lace.
And all the time her buttocks were doing the mumbo inside her silk
drawers, and he was enjoying her performance very much indeed.
“Are you having a bit of trouble Betty?” He asked in his best Frank
Spencer impression.
“I’ve bought the wrong bloody cup size,” she snapped
“Did you only buy one?” He enquired
“No of course not” she replied crossly
“But they’re all the same size” He speculated
“Yes” she mumbled and stamped her feet. “And I wanted to look and feel
stunning tonight”
“You always look stunning,” Joe said honestly
“That’s very sweet” Tommy said and turned to kiss him, and both dark
pink nipples peered over the top of the ivory lace.
“What am I going to do?” she asked as she rested her head on his chest “I
don’t want to wear the black one, I’ve had it on all day”
“Go braless” He suggested
“I can’t go without a bra” Tommy said horrified “I’m thirty-seven years
old”
“Actually, you’re thirty-eight” he corrected her “but you have fabulous
tits”
She frowned at the correction of her age, but smiled and blushed when he
complicated her breasts, then she turned towards the mirror again and removed
her ill-fitting bra and began squishing and kneading her boobs in her
reflection to evaluate their pliability.
“No, I will not go out in Paris with my thirty-eight-year-old baps unholstered”
she stated
“Ok then how about a compromise?” Joe suggested, “You go braless but we
eat in the Hotel restaurant”
“We can’t eat here” Tommy said very definitely
“Have you seen the menu”
Thomasina picked up the menu off the desk and gave it to him.
“It’s ridiculously expensive”
“My treat” He said throwing the menu on the bed without looking at it
“What is?” she asked suspiciously “The dinner or my going braless”
“Both” he replied
They checked out the next morning and left the Hotel and not for the
first time on that trip they got into a waiting cab.
As they set off Joe silently reflected on how often on their dirty weekend,
he had found himself referring to him and Tommy as “us” and concluded that it
was significant.
They didn’t go directly to the “Gare du Nord”; as
their train didn’t depart until 4.30pm so they had plenty of time to stop at
the Lingerie store so Tommy could exchange her inadequate bras.
Joe sat outside a café drinking coffee and guarding
the bags while she went into the store, she was taking no chances this time and
was going to try them all on in the shop.
He offered to come in with her to help her tuck her
puppies in their cups, but she declined his offer saying,
“You wouldn’t be helping me; you would be helping yourself”
“The cheek of some people” he thought as he stared at
both of her pert examples shimmying inside her jeans.
When she returned a little short of an hour later, she
was looking almost as pleased with herself as she did when she walked braless into
the Hotel restaurant.
“You look very pleased with yourself, have you gone
commando?” He asked unhelpfully
“No” she said
indignantly and sat down at the table next to him.
Joseph caught the eye of the waiter and ordered two
coffees
“Did you change your bras?”
“Yes” she said “and I bought some treats”
“What kind of treats?” he asked intrigued
“Fishnet tights, for one thing” she replied “for next time”
Once on the train they found the carriage was very busy but
not boisterous, and Joe expected the train’s rhythmic motion would soon lull
them off to sleep, but he looked at Tommy’s lovely face, as she sat beside him,
and he wondered if it was possible that she was falling in love with him, but he
decided she was probably not, though he knew he had easily fallen in love with
her, but he decided not to say the words because their commitments, if not
their hearts, were elsewhere.
They prepared to say goodbye at Kings Cross Station,
by the gate for the Basingstoke train.
“Thanks Joe, for making it such an enjoyable time” she
said and kissed him “It was wonderful”
“My pleasure” He responded
“And mine” Tommy said blushing, then a moment later
she continued
“I probably enjoyed it a little more than I should
have I think”
He wasn’t sure if she was referring to the overindulgence
or the sex, or something else.
“It wasn’t just a dirty weekend for me” she clarified “it
was special”
“For me too” he said
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