Up until four years ago I owned and ran a ladies and gents outfitters. I would do the designs as that was what I had trained in and in the next door building I had eleven machinists that made up the clothes. We could make one offs or make dozens of the same items of clothes. I had been in business for over fifteen years when this happened. My secretary had taken a call of a lady wanting a bespoke dress made. and wanted to come for measurements and talk design on the Thursday evening. I was annoyed with my secretary for taking the booking as I didn't normally work that late. Then I changed my mind when she told me who it was. Needless to say I cannot tell you her real name so we'll call her Lady Heather. The Machinists had all gone and I had just told my secretary to go, although I think she had hung on to get a glimpse of Lady Heather. I see June my receptionist leave just as Lady Heather stepped out of the Roll Royce aided by the driver and maid. The driver remained with the car and the maid followed Lady Heather into my building and up the stairs. She was a very good looking woman, Tall, elegant and very well groomed. The maid was carrying a folder that she placed on my desk and then Lady H dismissed her. She started to tell me that her twenty two year old daughter will be getting married and she wanted several outfits for the big day. She opened the folder saying she had a few mock drawings made of what she wanted. The first was a dress and I recognized parts of the design from a famous designer. Although it looked like several dresses patched together. I had been working on a design of my own and showed it to her. She loved it and said that she wanted it to be skin tight. Then she showed me the trouser suit that she wanted for the evening. It was good and I told her I thought it would look good on her. It was the first time she had smiled and she had a nice smile. Then she had a sketch of some night wear. I started to get a hard on thinking about her wearing it. Then we discussed materials and colours and I got out the colour charts. She picked the colours fairly quickly and it was all down to materials. I showed her samples of what I thought would look good for the clothes and would suit her skin tones. She agreed for the nightwear, but was much more fussy with the trouser suit for which she had brought a sample. It looked good and would be very expensive. She told me who the sample had come from and I would need to talk to him for the material. She asked to see what materials I would make the dress from. They were in the machine shop. So I opened the door between the two buildings and took her to see what I had planned to make the dress with. She loved the material but wanted it in the colour she had chosen. Another call for the morning. We returned to my office where I was to take her measurements. She kept stressing that the dress and trouser suits would need to be skin tight. I asked when the wedding was to be and it was almost six months away. I warned her that making a dress and trouser suit that tight six months before the wedding could result in a fitting problem. She said that would be her personal trainers problem and not mine. I told her that she could slip out of her dress behind the screen so I could get her measurements. She emerged from behind the screen completely naked apart from an ankle bracelet. I must have been staring or something as she said, "You can put your tongue away." I knew where I would have liked to put my tongue. I snapped to it and started taking all the measurements and when I knelt on the floor for her inside leg measurements for the trouser suit I was staring straight at her wet pussy. It had a little moisture on the lips. "It won't bite," she told me as I went to take the measurement. She put a hand on her head to steady herself or so I thought. The next moment my face is in her pussy. I wasn't sure if it was by accident or deliberate so I went still like a rabbit in car headlights. "Well like it man, it won't lick itself." she ordered. Good job I'm not gay. I licked up and down her crack and the lips peeled back exposing her entrance and her clitoris. I went for the clitoris. She moaned and opened her legs a little more giving better access. I gave her a good tongue lashing and as I did so I had to undo my trousers as my cock was aching as it pressed into my pants and trousers. She must have seen me take it out as she declared that it was a nice size and she was ready for it. She pulled away and bent over my desk knocking things everywhere. I was quickly behind her and slowly sliding my cock up and down her crack, moistening it in her juices. "Get it in," she snapped. I did as instructed and slid right in up to my balls. It wasn't me fucking her as much as her thrusting back and fucking herself on my cock. She moaned softly as she thrust and then she thrust and groaned loudly as she came, fortunately I was extremely close and two more thrusts had me spilling my load in her pussy. After we cleaned ourselves up she told me to hurry up with the measurements. I finished taking them and told her we could do a first fitting in three weeks time for the dress. She retrieved her clothes from behind the screen and dressed in front of me. I noticed that she had a bra and her dress, but no panties. I then escorted her to her car and watched it glide away. Three weeks later she returned for the fitting. Again she stripped completely naked and again no panties. The dress was almost perfect and only needed a minor adjustment. Again we fucked over my desk and afterwards we agreed the date for fitting of the trouser suit. I had added a little material where the gusset was knowing that she didn't seem to wear panties. I had also made a very flimsy pair of silk panties in case she didn't like the piece in the gusset. She was again naked in seconds and trying the trouser suit on and as I suspected she didn't like the extra bit in the gusset. It was stitched with just four tacks so I took her trousers down and quickly took the extra bit out my face was inches from her pussy. I was pulled to her pussy seconds after I had removed the extra bit. I pointed out to her that she didn't want to get the trousers wet with her juices as she tried them again. She agreed and let my head go. I had just talked myself out of sucking her lovely pussy. She tried them again, they looked and fitted great. Her only complaint was they were rubbing her pussy. I showed her and suggested she try the panties. She removed the trousers and slipped into the panties and then climbed into the trousers again. She said they were great and felt much better. As she started to remove the trousers she asked what was behind the other door in my office. I showed her it was a small room with just a bed in. It was where I used to stay when, in my early days, when I did long nights and before I had bought a flat nearby. She removed the panties and dragged me into the room and onto the bed. It was my first time of being on top of her. She was still as aggressive with her movements even being below me and we were both soon coming. Afterwards she cleaned up and left. Much the same happened when we tried the night wear. We fucked on my bed. Two weeks before the wedding she came for final fittings. I had made a couple of extra pairs of panties and the clothes all still fitted perfectly. I was hoping for the fuck I normally got, but instead she got dressed and told me to wait. I watched her go the Rolls Royce and seconds later it drove away as she returned to my office. "Now where were we," she said as she removed all her clothes. She spent most of the night with me and we sucked and fucked for what seemed like hours. We rested a while and then I was woken as she got out of bed and dressed. It was four in the morning. She made a call as I dressed and ten minutes later the Rolls Royce returned and I helped her into it along with the clothes I had made. I sent the invoice a few day later and thought that was it. Then about six weeks later I was just thinking I would have to chase up my invoice when Lady H came into my office. It was just turned six and the only other person left was my secretary so I told her to go home. Lady H handed me an envelope and in it were her used panties from the evening, or so she told me, and my check. "I want an outfit for Ascot,"she informed me. Needless to say I had to take her measurements again in case they had changed. Of course we fucked again and when she came for first and second fittings. She became a regular client for many years and sent several of her friends and her younger daughter to me for outfits. Unfortunately none of them was aware of our extra measurements with the exception of one that made it clear as she walked through the door that she wanted the full service. Although I sold up and retired just before the pandemic I still retain the two clients and have just made an outfit for Lady H. Unfortunately I have had to post it to her, so as you can imagine I can't wait for this damn plague to go away.