The Five Fields Then Home

The shoot was endless but the photos Graeme showed me had me believing that I was the most attractive woman in the world. Even when I was awkward in my mind, the praise from both Ami and Graeme made me feel inside that was missing something for years in my life.

Ami left as we settled in to chose what shots would be used. With that done I looked to my watch. Just a little after seven, no wonder I felt hungry. Graeme sensing what was going on

“Please allow me to take you out to dinner as my way to thank you for the photo shoot

Once more without thinking I agree,secretly inside not wanting this experience to end so soon. Here I thought he had planned a local place, so imagine my surprise when he escort me to his car then drove us to the Five Fields In Chelsea, someplace even Phillip never considered taking me for any type of meal. As we’re seated I gotten so use to Phillip ordering for me, so when Graeme passed me a menu and told me to order whatever I wanted I was caught off guard. When the server came I was still expecting Graeme to take control and order for me, that I dropped the menu when the server asked me “And madam would like?”

Giving my preference still expecting Graeme to overrule me. While waiting for our food Graeme compliment me on my professionalism and my beauty. As the food comes and we begin to eat I feel his eyes all over my face like he was scanning every inch of it to reproduce on a three d printer. With the meal done, I ask him to drive me to the nearest tube station

With the meal done Heather asks me to drive her to the tube. “No you’re out this late because of me, I’ll drive you right to your front door to make sure you get home safe and sound!”

The look in her eyes melts my heart, it’s like she never been shown common decency before. Accepting my offer she tell me her address 11 Juer St down by the Battersea Park district of London. A pleasant thirteen minute trip in my Vauxhall Vectra, which is done in silence since I wasn’t familiar with the roads what with living in my studio.

As I pull up to her door “Graeme would you like to come in for a night cap?” God honest truth I was hoping she would ask me since I didn’t want this night to end and her presence in my life to end.

“Would your husband mind?”

“He’s not home, he’s away on business!” Unlocking the door going in motioning me to follow.

Graeme drive me right to my door , it’s been such a difference in his company. Like I’m an actual person not just a body to sleep with. So unlike me “Would you like to come in for a night cap?” hoping he accepts so this night doesn’t have to end.

As he comes into the hallway I can’t believe what I do. After hanging up my coat and his I lead Graeme into the siting room when I turn fast and kiss him on the lips. Not sure who was more shocked him or me!

He breaks the kiss, holding me slightly at arms length “I don’t know if I should be here Heather?”

“Don’t worry about my marriage, my husband lays with me but not With me if you understand my meaning!” Apparently his did, pulling me tight to him once more, kissing me hard on the lips. His tongue penetrating my mouth, exploring it live a long lost lover. Making me experience feeling I haven’t felt in a long while. Graeme’s hand roving my clothed body, his left hand playing with my breasts through the blouse and bra, his right hand cupping my ass cheek through my skirt and panties. As if by mutual consent he starts to undo my blouse as my hands begins to unbutton his shirt and pants, Our lips never leave the other unless its to kiss the side of our throats

As my blouse drops to the floor landing on top of his shirt, soon my bra joins them there,Graeme once more breaks off the kiss and holds me away, his eyes travelling from the top of my head to the waistband of my skirt. His words bring tears to my eyes

“What a pair of magnificent breasts!” lowering his head to then kissing all over then before sucking in the nipple, rolling the flesh between his tongue and the side of his cheek.i sigh in pleasure as my skirt and half slip slide down my stocking legs. Thigh high nylons and a pair of panties is all that remain as Graeme scoops me up into his arms

“First door at the top of the stairs!’ as he carries me up the stairs kissing my every step