How My Specialist Lingerie Business Led to a New Partnership with a Talented Young Designer

I’ve always been a bit of an expert in women’s underwear, a fact that my past girlfriends often found amusing.

However, it’s a niche that I take seriously, given my background in textiles and fashion, as well as my time working in the purchasing department of a well-known chain of stores.

About seven years ago, I took the leap and launched my own specialist lingerie mail order business, which has been a resounding success.

My company is known for its quality and service, and I’ve managed to carve out a nice niche in the market.

As the owner of the business, I have the freedom to make the important decisions myself, which is a luxury I appreciate.

Most of my staff focus on the day-to-day tasks of managing stock, fulfilling orders, and responding to customer queries.

This leaves me to concentrate on the buying, which is where I first encountered Emma.

She was a young designer, fresh out of design school, looking to showcase her work and attract some attention.

I was flattered when she contacted me, and I was pleased to see that her designs had a certain… je ne sais quoi.

I invited her to come to my house to show me her work in person, and she was thrilled at the opportunity.

As we sat in my living room, sipping champagne and admiring her designs, I found myself becoming increasingly… distracted.

Not just by her work, but by her herself.

Emma was a breath of fresh air, full of energy and enthusiasm, and she had a certain… sparkle.

As she modelled her designs, I found myself becoming more and more… aroused.

It wasn’t just the lingerie that was getting to me, but the young woman wearing it.

The first piece she showed me was a long, flowing nightgown in pale pink satin.

It was elegant, but also sexy, with a low-cut neckline and a transparent panel over the breasts.

I couldn’t help but stare, my hormones racing with anticipation.

Next up was a corselette in black stretch fabric, with a gauze mesh panel over the breasts.

I was hard-pressed not to stare at her young, ripe breasts, and I hoped that my interest wouldn’t be misinterpreted.

But I couldn’t help myself, I was drawn to her like a magnet.

As the parade continued, I found myself becoming more and more… turned on.

It wasn’t just the lingerie that was getting to me, but the young woman wearing it, and the way she was moving, strutting and sashaying across the room.

I was a wreck, my hormones racing with anticipation.

And then, just when I thought it was all over, Emma announced her final presentation.

She was wearing a peephole bra, with a tiny mesh panel over the nipples.

I was almost speechless, my eyes fixed on her young, pert breasts.

It was all I could do not to reach out and touch her, to feel her warm skin beneath my fingers.

But I restrained myself, for now.

I was determined to keep my cool, to see this through to the end.

But as I looked at Emma, I couldn’t help but feel a spark of desire.

It was a spark that was growing, burning brighter by the second.

And I knew that I had to be careful, not to let my emotions get the better of me.

But as I looked at Emma, I couldn’t help but wonder…

Was I ready to take the next step?

Was I ready to see where this might lead?

Only time would tell.

“Emma, I have to say, I’m thoroughly impressed,” I said, trying to sound calm.

“Your designs are exquisite, and you have a real talent for this.”

“Thank you, that means so much to me,” Emma replied, her eyes shining with excitement.

“I have to say, I’m also very… attracted to you,” I added, trying to be honest.

“I’m flattered,” Emma said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“But I have to ask, are you interested in… taking things further?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

Emma looked at me, her eyes sparkling with desire.

“Yes, I’d love to,” she said, her voice filled with anticipation.

“Then let’s do this,” I said, my heart racing with excitement.

And with that, everything changed.

We moved from the living room to the bedroom, our hearts pounding with desire.

It was a moment I would never forget, a moment that would change my life forever.

But as we stood there, poised on the brink of something new, I couldn’t help but wonder…

What lay ahead?

And what would be the consequences of our actions?

Only time would tell.

As the outfits became increasingly provocative, the entire show transformed into a sensual dance, leaving me breathless and aching for more. My nipples were stiff and sensitive, rubbing against the inside of my bra cups with every movement, my heart racing and my skin slick with sweat. My pussy was on fire, the pressure building to a point where I was almost in pain, but my dignity held me back from giving in to my desires.

Emma’s presence was intoxicating, her curvy figure and striking blue-grey eyes drawing me in like a magnet. Her short, feathery layers of blonde hair framed her heart-shaped face, and her perky mouth curved into a mischievous smile as she flounced into the room, wearing her final outfit: a pair of barely-existent string panties and a matching open-shelf bra that left little to the imagination.

‘Wow!’ I exclaimed, clapping my hands in appreciation. ‘You’re absolutely stunning, Emma. I can see why you’re a top model.’

‘I’m glad you like it,’ Emma replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement. ‘I was hoping to make a lasting impression.’

‘I think you’ve succeeded,’ I said, my voice husky with desire. ‘But there’s one more thing I need to try before I make a decision.’

‘What’s that?’ Emma asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

‘I need to try the clothes on myself,’ I explained, my eyes locked on hers. ‘It’s the only way to be sure they fit perfectly.’

‘Of course,’ Emma agreed, a mischievous glint in her eye. ‘I’ll help you, if you’d like.’

As Emma helped me undress, her hands lingered on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I felt a surge of excitement as she slipped the lingerie over my body, the delicate fabric brushing against my skin like silk.

‘You look stunning,’ Emma breathed, her eyes roaming over my curves. ‘I can see why you’re a top model yourself.’

I reached out, my fingers brushing against Emma’s skin as I drew her close. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, our tongues tangling as we explored each other’s bodies. The air was electric with tension, and I knew I couldn’t resist Emma’s charms for much longer.

As we broke apart for air, Emma smiled up at me, her eyes sparkling with desire. ‘I think we’re going to get along just fine,’ she whispered.

I nodded, my heart racing with excitement. ‘I think you’re right.’

With a newfound sense of freedom, I reached out and unclipped Emma’s bra, my fingers brushing against her skin as I revealed her beautiful breasts. I leaned in, my mouth closing over her nipple as she let out a soft moan of pleasure.

The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in a sea of desire and passion. I knew in that moment that I was hooked on Emma, and I couldn’t wait to see what the future held for us.

As I gazed into her eyes, I knew I had to have her. I reached for the strap-on, my heart pounding with excitement as I buckled it around my waist. Emma’s eyes went wide as I stepped up behind her, the dildo glinting in the light as I sank it into her body.

The sound of our moans filled the air as we began to move, our bodies locked in a rhythm of desire and passion. I rode her hard, the dildo glinting in the light as I drove it deeper into her body. Emma’s cries grew louder, her body tensing as she approached her climax.

‘Ride me, cowgirl!’ she screamed, her body bucking beneath me. ‘Ride me over the fence!’

I grinned, my heart pounding with excitement as I gave her exactly what she wanted. The sound of our bodies crashing together filled the air, our moans mingling as we reached the peak of our passion.

As we came crashing down, our bodies still locked together, I knew I had found my perfect match in Emma. And I couldn’t wait to see what the future held for us.

‘Oh, stars and angels,’ I moaned, my body still shaking with pleasure. ‘That was so good – so good.’

Emma smiled up at me, her eyes sparkling with desire. ‘I think we’re just getting started,’ she whispered.

As I hovered above Emma, sensing the dual impact of my weight and her own devastating orgasms, I levered myself off and pulled the dildo out, eliciting one last tremor from the young woman.

She rolled onto her back and lay there, panting, with her legs spread carelessly open.

I quickly shucked off the strap-on and lay down on my side next to her, propping my head up on one elbow whilst my other hand, almost absent-mindedly, found its way to her pussy and began very gently to stroke it.

Emma looked up at me in undisguised admiration.

“I always thought you would be hot stuff,” she said softly, “but that was unbelievable – I’ve never had sex like that before, not ever, not that shook me so deep down and took me so high when I came.”

I smiled warmly, because there was no doubting the sincerity with which she said this – and, truly, although the last decade had been a bit of a desert, I had slept with enough women over the last twenty years to be able to recognise a five-star fuck and, on that scale, this had rated more like ten stars.

I bent over and began licking and sucking on her breasts, attending to each for a few moments and then returning to the other.

I nibbled on her teats, and she stirred restlessly as my other hand at her crotch began to push more demandingly into her, first one finger halfway, then two, then both of them all the way.

I found her engorged clitoris, and to the accompaniment of her renewed panting for breath, I massaged it until she came again.

I still hadn’t satiated my lust for this gorgeous, vibrant young woman.

I spread her limp legs still wider apart and crouched between them, bringing my mouth directly to bear on her vagina.

I’ve often been told that my pussy-eating technique is one of the best, and I certainly didn’t hear any complaints from this customer.

After a while, I did start to hear some very strange noises – but there was no doubt that they were of approval and enjoyment.

I carefully brought her up to another orgasm, and in the final moments drove her wild by pressing my fingertips into the rim of her anal passage, probing and teasing it whilst lashing my tongue around the full extent of her vagina and sucking hard on the nub of her clit.

After her climax, we lay together more quietly; this time I was sprawled on my back, and she looked down at me, running her index finger in circles around my stomach, and then every so often detouring around or over one of my breasts.

“I know you did,” she replied quietly, “but I was hoping you would want me as well.”

She told me that she had met me briefly when I was the guest speaker at a seminar on her degree course three years previously (I had forgotten this entirely), that she had been strongly attracted to me then, and she had thought of me quite often since.

Emma confessed that her taste was for older, confident, capable women who still looked hot and dressed in style, and she thought that I was the leader of the pack!

Well – such flattery!

But it was artlessly, almost naively, delivered, and it had a ring of truth about it.

There was only one way to reward that, and I invited her to stay over the whole week-end.

She gave another of her magical, electrifying grins – I was getting very fond of them – and said that she thought I’d never ask, she had her suitcase ready in the trunk of her car.

She coyly admitted that if I had seemed interested but too shy or cautious to make a pass at her, she had planned to stage a car ‘breakdown’ that would lead to the offer of over-night accommodation, and then make herself even more flagrantly seducible!

So Emma unpacked in the second largest double-bedroom, after which we took a long playful bath and shower together in my vast and truly well-equipped main bathroom – it was one area where I had stinted myself for nothing – and then we made ourselves a dinner of tuna, chopped peppers, sun-dried tomatoes and sweetcorn on pasta with a mild lime chilli sauce, followed by a tossed green salad, and washed down with several glasses of fine Burgundy red wine.

After that, I took her by the hand and led her up to my own room, where we slowly disrobed each other and began a long night of mutual pleasure with a languorous, slow-building 69.

The weekend turned into a week, and – well – we’ve been living together ever since, for nearly two years now, although we don’t advertise the fact; whilst she works from my (although now I tend to say, ‘our’) house, all of her post goes to a mailbox address, and when she calls at my office or our paths cross at industry fairs and social events, we act in a friendly but strictly professionally way.

And then, we go home and fuck each other like rabbits!