Forget the stupid plan

“I don't know, I might need more than a day to be ready.” I can't remember the last time Fran and I made love on back to back nights, and the last thing I want is to follow up last night with an embarrassing lack of performance.

“Judging by last night Mr. P,” Alison brushes aside my doubts, “I think you'll be amazing.” Her face flushes and she stares at her hands as she tries to find the right words. “Even if you can't, you know... even then I still love the feeling of your strong hands on my body.” She climbs slowly from her seat smoothing the wrinkles from her dress before she paces gracefully around the table. “I see the way you watch me, Mr. Patterson, you want this hot young body of mine. I know you do.” Well she isn't wrong about that, I've seen a lot of delectable coeds wandering around town over the years, but there is something about Alison that gets my juices going. It's kind of funny, considering where this is going, that she is still calling me 'Mr. Patterson', but that is part of her charm.

I place my hands on her hips and pull her a little closer until her breasts are just inches from my face. Without saying a word I let my hands slide downward until they were stroking the bare flesh of her legs.

“What would your mother say about you wearing a dress this short without any pantyhose?” I ask her as I savor the feeling of her smooth thighs. Alison lifts her hands above her head crossing them delicately. It is a pose that makes my cock harden painfully and it doesn't get any better when she lets out a deep sigh of pleasure before answering my question. In spite of my fears I can feel the stiffening of my cock, it is hard not to respond to the sheer sensuality of this position.

Alison's eyes close and her chin lifts showing even more of her long neck, but she answers my question without hesitation.

“Pantyhose or not, my mother would have a meltdown if she saw me in this dress at all.” Alison confirms a little of the double life she is living, “She buys me calf-length dresses with more frills and ruffles than Belle's dress in Beauty and the Beast - Oh!” The last exclamation comes as my hands change direction and move back up, this time under the hem of her until I find the line of her silk panties. “My mother would say that girls who wear dresses like this are just asking for trouble. Are you the kind of man who would give girls like me trouble?”

“Oh yeah.” My answer is muffled slightly by her cleavage which has suddenly closed the gap that had been there just seconds ago. “Is that why you wore this tonight, to drive me out of my mind?” I don't know what is more exciting, the feeling of her firm ass under my fingers, the smell of her breasts through the thin layer of her dress, or the thought that Alison had wanted me from the moment she plucked this dress from the closet.

“No, Mr. P!” Alison leans back a little so I can see her expressive eyes clearly. “I just wanted to do something nice for you.” She takes a quick breath and adds another detail, “the women on those book covers looked so beautiful, I wanted to look like them.”

“You're beautiful, Angel, never forget that.” She nods silently, but I see her glow with my praise. “Take down your hair, I like to be able to run my fingers through it.” Her breasts strain against the dress when her hands rise to loosen her blonde hair from the tight bun. When her hands fall once again to my shoulders I slip the thin straps from her shoulder and free her small tits as well. I love the way they feel in my hands and Alison seems to like it too.

“Oh God!” Her gasp makes my cock jump a little more tightening in my trousers. I love the feel of her soft flesh between my fingers, and the way her nipples pucker under my touch. I think her tits are close to perfect, but Alison is still a little uncertain about their size. “Mr. P, do you really like them?” Instead of using words, I pull her even closer and place a gentle kiss on the tight pink buds. Her arms wrap around my head, clinging to me like a drowning man might cling to a life ring. I move from one puckered nipple to the other taking them between my lips and coating them with a thin layer of saliva as I taste her.

“Do it, Mr. P...” Alison whimpers softly, “Please, take me to your bed and do whatever you want!”