“I bet you don’t, admit it mum.
I paused
“Go on. Own up you can tell me” he said huskily pulling his fingers out from my armpit and running his fingertips across the swell of my boobs above the neckline of the dress.
I nodded. I also felt a little shudder run through me from the feel of his fingers on my flesh.
“Yes you’re right, but that’s nothing to do with this” I replied looking into his eyes. “Are you prepared for us having an affair?”
“There’s nothing I want more” he whimpered pressing the palm of his hand against my breast,
“What about girl friends? I am not sure I could bear seeing you with another woman” I said, amazing myself at my honesty.
“Mum you won’t I promise.”
“But you have to find a girl, get married and all that.”
“That’s the future, let’s live the present.”
We talked for a few minutes about the challenges and difficulties. We covered the danger, the chances of getting caught and the dreadful repercussions if we did. We went round in circles on the one hand identifying and recognising the problems, but then countering them with the need we both had for each other and the sheer amount of pleasure we would get from each other.
We moved closer to each other, our outer legs were pressed together and our faces were nearly touching. We stared at each other our eyes boring into the others. He softly ran his fingertips along the flesh of my breasts just above the neckline of my dress.
“God I so want you Cat” he said looking at his watch. “Shit it’s after six thirty, I thought he was coming home early. Do you know what time will he be here?”
I put my hand on his face and gently stroked his cheek with my fingertips. I had made my mind up. I saw that he had thought about the possible repercussions and was aware of the difficulties the future may bring. I was about to suggest what had probably been inevitable since the moment I had agreed to model for him.
I stood up and holding his gaze I reached up and slipped my fingers inside the neckline of my dress on the side of each of my boobs. I slowly pulled it down and off each orb until they were bare.
“Oh my God” Peter groaned when he saw that I was not wearing a bra. “What,er…”
“Your father has had to go to Paris, he won’t be home tonight.”
*
He was all over me immediately.
Kissing and caressing me, cupping my bare tits and grabbing my bum cheeks Peter groaned. “We really are going to Cat?”
“Yes darling, yes, yes we really are” I sighed back kissing all over his face. “We have all the time we want, we have all night.” Having made the decision and announced it to him I now felt so happy. I was light-headed with excitement and pleasure at the prospect of what lie ahead.
He pushed me back against the brick wall of the garage and pulled my top down so it was around my waist. His cock was totally hard and felt fabulous firstly, when it was against my thigh, then when rearing right up my stomach and finally when it was in my hand through his jeans.
Our hands were all over each other.
His found my bum cheeks through the thin, white material of my long dress and squeezed them hard.