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During the years their friendship grew, even if it still stayed rather flirty and hot. There was no other one to be taken into consideration about fashion. She was anything but stereotypical in her metier, unique and very open minded. Everyone that was about to deal with her would never dare to doubt her ability according to her appearance and her rather charming way of dealing with female clients. Her looks were questionable in absolutely every way: long brown hair tied to a bun at the side of her head, low cut blouses or corsets, absolutely shamelessly naked legs. Nina Hopkins was indeed special and there were not many women to take the challenge.
Francés sat in the drawing room all dressed up, waiting for her to arrive, waiting for her rather unconventional present of perversions and dreams, the taste of the forbidden fruit. She wore her finest, prudest clothes, had her hair tied back strictly just like she always did. It felt so wrong to her but she knew she would make him really happy if they did what the dressmaker always longed for so often before already. It was against her own will, her principles and everything sane in her head, and her heart or so she hoped. Her husband hid himself back inside the cupboards, nicely equipped with hot tea and some hankies. Indeed there was nothing Alexis Léon Middleford would not want to see his gorgeous wife do, well, this only exception of cheating excluded of course, and yet he longed for her with another girl. Sure, they were married for a few years only and their first son and heir was given birth to already but it was never too late never too late.
“Hello, Francés,” the lady with aubeurn hair said as she entered stormily, her vivid eyes immediately fixed on the properly dressed female. “Hello, Kitty,” she replied with a dry and nervous smirk on her face: “Were longing to see me soon, hm?” It felt so weird to her, so strange to be flirty with a girl, a pretty one then as well. Nina dropped her utensils since she was not expecting this kind of welcome from a mistress like her: strict, serious, disapproving of everything against tradition. The young tailor was everything of those, absolutely everything. She approached her and looked her deeply in the eyes: “So, you called for me, mistress?” She bowed and took her hand, softly kissing it with devotion. She helped her to stand up and walked around her, graphically eyeing her curiously, noticing every change: “You have not grown one day older since last time, my lady,” she stated almost purring: “It fills me with joy to know you especially asked for me to come and sew your spring collection.” Francés turned to her, looked down at her shyly, stealing glances every now and then: “Well, it´s not about the dresses if you know what I mean,”she added quietly: “Mostly it´s about you.” She approached the fashionable woman and whispered: “My husband, you might remember him, he sits back in the cupboard and is waiting for some girlie action. I myself am curious too, but would never let him know. So, how to deal with it, ‘Kitty’?” Her guest looked up at her wondering what she could do, or better, what she better should not do. Her fantasy was a dark place, her mind dirty and perverted in best manner and so, well so: “Will you follow my lead, Marchionesse? We will make him suffer fabulous torture in there.” They looked at each other, the noble making sure her dearest would see everything in best view. Slowly the ladies moved around themselves like dancing a waltz so slow and elegant, stealing tiny, shy kisses, touching themselves and slowly releasing all the cloth down to the ground. Greedily, curiously they explored their bodies, slowly going naked. After a while the kisses did not break, touches were not meant to stop. Excitement grew, heat rose, the rivers sang, calling for their loving caress. The man had troubles to stay calm regarding one of his biggest wishes just came true, besides that he should better stay silent or else the bubble would burst and the girls were about to stop. “Do you really want to?” she asked her noble client, softly and for the very first time since they knew each other, extremely shy: “I have never been given a chance like this, never.” She stroked down her cheeks kissed her lovingly and knew all of this would solute in a close friendship she might never ever have to any other woman she was working for. The noble lady nodded and lay herself on the bed, spread her legs, longing for another experience in her young, adventurous life. She joined, their bodies pressed together closely, toungs running over bare skin, hands stroking sensitive regions, hair loosely falling down. The young wife lay on the bed, totally giving herself away; feeling herself burn, coal down to ashes, soaking every moment, storing it in her body; she learnt, oh how she would savour every second of that lesson for an everlasting of her lifetime. A hand wading through the Thames so wild and free. Her pleasure never grew that incontrollable before, her moans, whispers, her cries for more, more, just a little bit more. The other one was simply happy, all about letting someone treasure her, want her, have her. She was one of those not to hide away what she liked, what she treasured and her eyes got caught upon, yet, she would never allow herself to be caught so fragile, so loving to someone she treasured through body mind and soul, someone like her, her.

Description
During the years their friendship grew, even if it still stayed rather flirty and hot. There was no other one to be taken into consideration about fashion. She was anything but stereotypical in her metier, unique and very open minded. Everyone that was about to deal with her would never dare to doubt her ability according to her appearance and her rather charming way of dealing with female clients. Her looks were questionable in absolutely every way: long brown hair tied to a bun at the side of her head, low cut blouses or corsets, absolutely shamelessly naked legs. Nina Hopkins was indeed special and there were not many women to take the challenge.
Francés sat in the drawing room all dressed up, waiting for her to arrive, waiting for her rather unconventional present of perversions and dreams, the taste of the forbidden fruit. She wore her finest, prudest clothes, had her hair tied back strictly just like she always did. It felt so wrong to her but she knew she would make him really happy if they did what the dressmaker always longed for so often before already. It was against her own will, her principles and everything sane in her head, and her heart or so she hoped. Her husband hid himself back inside the cupboards, nicely equipped with hot tea and some hankies. Indeed there was nothing Alexis Léon Middleford would not want to see his gorgeous wife do, well, this only exception of cheating excluded of course, and yet he longed for her with another girl. Sure, they were married for a few years only and their first son and heir was given birth to already but it was never too late never too late.
“Hello, Francés,” the lady with aubeurn hair said as she entered stormily, her vivid eyes immediately fixed on the properly dressed female. “Hello, Kitty,” she replied with a dry and nervous smirk on her face: “Were longing to see me soon, hm?” It felt so weird to her, so strange to be flirty with a girl, a pretty one then as well. Nina dropped her utensils since she was not expecting this kind of welcome from a mistress like her: strict, serious, disapproving of everything against tradition. The young tailor was everything of those, absolutely everything. She approached her and looked her deeply in the eyes: “So, you called for me, mistress?” She bowed and took her hand, softly kissing it with devotion. She helped her to stand up and walked around her, graphically eyeing her curiously, noticing every change: “You have not grown one day older since last time, my lady,” she stated almost purring: “It fills me with joy to know you especially asked for me to come and sew your spring collection.” Francés turned to her, looked down at her shyly, stealing glances every now and then: “Well, it´s not about the dresses if you know what I mean,”she added quietly: “Mostly it´s about you.” She approached the fashionable woman and whispered: “My husband, you might remember him, he sits back in the cupboard and is waiting for some girlie action. I myself am curious too, but would never let him know. So, how to deal with it, ‘Kitty’?” Her guest looked up at her wondering what she could do, or better, what she better should not do. Her fantasy was a dark place, her mind dirty and perverted in best manner and so, well so: “Will you follow my lead, Marchionesse? We will make him suffer fabulous torture in there.” They looked at each other, the noble making sure her dearest would see everything in best view. Slowly the ladies moved around themselves like dancing a waltz so slow and elegant, stealing tiny, shy kisses, touching themselves and slowly releasing all the cloth down to the ground. Greedily, curiously they explored their bodies, slowly going naked. After a while the kisses did not break, touches were not meant to stop. Excitement grew, heat rose, the rivers sang, calling for their loving caress. The man had troubles to stay calm regarding one of his biggest wishes just came true, besides that he should better stay silent or else the bubble would burst and the girls were about to stop. “Do you really want to?” she asked her noble client, softly and for the very first time since they knew each other, extremely shy: “I have never been given a chance like this, never.” She stroked down her cheeks kissed her lovingly and knew all of this would solute in a close friendship she might never ever have to any other woman she was working for. The noble lady nodded and lay herself on the bed, spread her legs, longing for another experience in her young, adventurous life. She joined, their bodies pressed together closely, toungs running over bare skin, hands stroking sensitive regions, hair loosely falling down. The young wife lay on the bed, totally giving herself away; feeling herself burn, coal down to ashes, soaking every moment, storing it in her body; she learnt, oh how she would savour every second of that lesson for an everlasting of her lifetime. A hand wading through the Thames so wild and free. Her pleasure never grew that incontrollable before, her moans, whispers, her cries for more, more, just a little bit more. The other one was simply happy, all about letting someone treasure her, want her, have her. She was one of those not to hide away what she liked, what she treasured and her eyes got caught upon, yet, she would never allow herself to be caught so fragile, so loving to someone she treasured through body mind and soul, someone like her, her.