Dancing Into Her Knickers Pt. 03

"Maybe in a couple of years," she lamely finished such discussions.

Although Charles continued splitting his time between Camille's flat and Bruce's house, they had few opportunities there. It always seemed that when Bruce was out or away, Charles was working or had a date with Camille that Monica was finding more and more frustrating.

A few weeks later they did have a night together. They had told him that they were in a competition and Bruce had said he would be staying in Manchester overnight.

"So you are staying the night with her are you?" Camille slurred when he told her.

"Yes and why not?"

"Because you'll be in the fucking house alone with her."

"How do you know?"

"You told me that Bruce will be away."

"Did I? I don't remember, but so what, I have been before, Bruce is often out?"

"Yeah and I bet I know what goes on."

"Nothing goes on," Charles replied turning away so she would not see his face.

"I bet you're fucking her," she said lighting a Marlboro red.

"Why do say that?"

"I just feel it," she said taking a deep drag on the strong smelling cigarette.

Charles ignored her and they hardly spoke again that evening as Camille drank herself almost senseless. He left early for work the next morning without even talking to Camille who rarely got up before ten or so. It was not just the row of the previous evening that made him pleased that they did not talk it was also the anticipation of a the night that lay ahead with Monica

It turned out to be a really idyllic evening and night for them.

He came home from work early and let himself into the house. It was very quiet and but for her car being in the drive and the fact that he had called her from the station as he got into a cab, he would have thought that Monica was out. She was nowhere to be seen downstairs so he walked up the stairs towards his room.

"Monica, are you up here?" he called out feeling slightly alarmed. Then he saw that his bedroom door was slightly ajar, which was unusual for due to Bruce's near paranoia about security all doors were always kept closed in case of a fire. He walked to it, pushed it open and went in. The thick curtains were drawn and the room was lit by just one candle flickering on the dressing table. Monica was in his bed her grey, blonde hair tumbling all over the pillow. Smiling at Charles she said.

"I couldn't wait so I started without you."

"What a fantastic idea," he replied going to lay on the bed.

"No get undressed first I want to see you."

Almost ripping his clothes off, Charles was soon naked. His cock was hardening as he removed his boxers.

"Mmmmm that looks wonderful," Monica sighed.

"Can I get in now?"

"Of course. I want to feel you," she replied as he lifted up the duvet.

"Oh my fucking lord, he groaned when he saw that she was wearing a black bra. Pulling the duvet further away from her he went on. "Jesus fucking wept Mons what are you trying to do to me?" Running his eyes up and down her, he took in the complete all black, vamp's tunic; bra, suspender belt, panties and stockings.

"I just thought that after a hard day at the bank you might need a little help," Monica said reaching across and grasping his erection as he got in the bed. "But I can see that I was wrong."

"You are all the help I need, I have been hard nearly all day thinking about you," he said throwing the duvet off Monica's body. "You look fucking awesome," he went on burying his face in her cleavage that was made deeper by the push up bra.

As she stroked and rubbed his raging erection, Charles' hands were everywhere. Like most men he was a sucker for sexy underwear and in his opinion it does not come much sexier than what Monica was wearing for him.

"Take your time Mons, or you'll make me cum."

"Not on my brand new underwear you won't she giggled."

"I might," he growled easing each of her tits out of the restricting cups so that he could get his mouth to her waiting and already erect nipples.

She stopped rubbing him as she did not want an accident and even more so did not want him to 'waste' a climax. She wanted him to use that on her and in her.

Charles got his hand inside her panties and started to finger her clit and run his fingers along her slit. It was wonderfully wet and hot.

"Let's get these fucking things off," he groaned.

"Fucking things, just now they were fucking awesome," she giggled back.

Between them they slid the panties down her legs and off and Monica held them in her hand as Charles licked her pussy.

"Not too much," she cautioned not wanting to cum too soon although she knew that she would have numerous orgasms before the night was out.

She pushed him onto his back, leaned over him and ran her mouth up the length of his cock smothering it in little kisses. Lifting her face up, she kissed him on the mouth and put her hand holding her panties on his erection. She rubbed the silky material all over his cock, balls, thighs and stomach.

"Nice Charley?"

"Oh fuck me yes."

"You like Mons' panties do you?" she asked putting her stocking covered leg on top of his and rubbing it with the nylon.

"Yes Mons, yes I do," he gasped loving the sensation of the panties and the stockings caressing him.

Monica had done this a couple of times to Bruce, but Charles had not any experience like this and he loved it.

Wrapping the silk round his shaft she started to masturbate him with her panties. He was near but was determined to hold out as he knew that Monica preferred to be fucked to her first orgasm and not fingered or licked.

Charles was now lying on his back and Monica was next to him on her side lightly rubbing him through the material. His eyes were closed as he let the fantastic sensation run all over his body. Her mouth was right next to his ear and she spoke in a whisper so Charles was not at first what she said.

"Pardon Mons?"

Speaking slightly louder, but still in a whisper she said.

"Would you like me to put them on you Charles?"

*

Bruce had not gone to Manchester, but had stayed in London. He was just about to get on the train at Euston when he got a text from one of his bits on the side, a particularly exciting and sexually adventurous one at that. She said that she was free that evening and night if he would like to meet up. He text straight back saying that he would and he would be back in touch in a few minutes.

He called the Lanesborough Hotel, his favourite in London and booked a suite. Getting into a cab to go there he text his cancellations in Manchester including the two eighteen year old escorts he had lined up and text his dat for tonight and told her that he would be at the Lanesborough at Hyde Park Corner in, at the longest, half an hour. She text back saying why not come to her flat? Bruce hated staying in other peoples' homes at the best of times and even avoided them on holidays. He particularly disliked staying at a woman's place overnight and did not really even like sleeping with them. Having a suite in a hotel gave him options. He text back and told her that it was booked and that they could have dinner in the suite or go out to a Mayfair restaurant.

She agreed and turned up at the suite an hour or so later at around seven.

"Do you want to eat here or go out?" He asked after they had embraced and kissed.

"Let's stay here shall we?" she replied.

They had a fairly early dinner and before eight in the evening Bruce was enjoying a splendid prostate massage as he lay on his side, with his legs bent at the knees on the floor of the suite.

*

Their affair became more intense and had reached the point where Charles was imploring Monica to 'come out' and to leave Bruce and live with him. She was so torn and desperately wanted to take their relationship further, but was concerned about Emily, her daughter and how that would affect their relationship. She was also very concerned about their age difference. Twenty-six and forty-two was just about manageable. Charles looked older than his years and she was blessed with a youthful complexion and outlook on life so they got away with it although on the odd date when they went for a meal or drink or, on the rare occasion now that they salsa danced, she was aware of the stares of the woman and imagined them thinking 'toyboy' about Charles. What she could not countenance was the idea that when Charles was in his early and mid-forties, which many think is the prime of a man's life, she would become a senior citizen by having her sixtieth birthday.

So although she knew that she loved him, wanted to be with him all the time and spend the rest of her life with him, she resisted taking the big step that Charles had no doubts whatsoever about.

Charles stayed at Bruce and Monica's on average two nights a week. If they were lucky Bruce would go out and they could make love in Charles' bed. That was particularly lovely, but not always possible. When the three of them were there perhaps watching TV or surfing on their tablets, the atmosphere was very tense. To be so close to each other in the same room and not be able to touch or kiss was agony for both of them.

One evening Monica and Charles were both on their iPads when she got an email. She almost burst out laughing when she read.

'I so want to fuck you that I am sitting here with a bloody great hard on.'

"Mmmm that would be lovely, I would like that right now," she sent back.

"Wait for me to say that I am going upstairs then ask if anyone wants a cup of tea or a drink then go to the kitchen."

Both Charles and Bruce said they would have tea and Charles announced that he had to get something from his room

She went into the kitchen and was surprised to see Charles there. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

"Mons I can't fuck you, but I can at least kiss you, can't I?"

"What if Bruce comes out."

"We'll hear him open the lounge door, the sound of the TV will increase," Charles said covering her lips with his as his hand immediately went to her breasts.

They could not go much further, but over the next month or so, which was the last month before Charles' one point five million pounds apartment was ready they did.

Even later that evening when Bruce said that he had to make a long phone call to California and went to his study, but left the door open so they could hear him, they did. Directly they heard him talking on the phone in his loud, booming telephone voice, they were in each other's arms and Charles hand slid up Monica's sweater and onto her breast. Kissing deeply, but with their ears on Bruce's voice, he caressed her breasts and pinched he nipples.

"I want to make you cum," he whispered into her ear.

"No, there's not time."

"But you wouldn't mind me doing it here."

"No, I want you to do it."

"Fuck he's put the phone down," Charles said. "You were dead right," he went on returning to his seat across the room from Monica.

"I am going to have to go back on the phone in a couple of minutes and it will probably be for half hour at least, we have to go through some points on a long, boring contract. So Monica don't wait up for me, go up to bed if you want to."

"I'll see, I am watching Newsnight at the moment."

"Well up to you, good night Charley."

"Night dad."

As soon as he was ensconced in his study on the phone with the door shut, although they could still hear his loud voice they were again in each other's arm kissing. Charles pushed her back into the corner of the sofa and slid her sweater up. He scooped her boobs out of her bra and chewed and sucked her nipples.

"I've got the time now mum."

"What?"

"To make you cum," he told her his hand sliding up her leg right onto her pussy.

"No Charles we can't, what if he finishes early?"

"We'll hear him saying good bye," Charles replied pressing right on her clit through the thin cotton trousers.

"Oh yes," she groaned kissing him hard.

And like that with neither of them undressing he made her cum.

They had moments like that each time Charles stayed at the house. Sometime brief, no more than a hug and a kiss, sometimes a little longer when he might lick her breasts or rub her pussy. Once or twice they were able to find the time and opportunity where Monica could jerk him off as he fingered her. At times it was risky times, but it was worth the risk to both of them. However, the chance to actually have full sex when Bruce was around had not arisen until one Sunday.

Charles had moved into the apartment, but was back at the house to play golf with Bruce and for a late Sunday lunch. Camille, as usual, could not bear the idea of leaving central London for the suburbs, particularly those grotty ones in Essex.

"Look we can hear the fucking sit on grass cutter and if we stand by the window we can see him too."

"But Charley this is insane."

"What making love to me is insane?"

"No standing up and having it as Bruce cuts the grass."

"Why is it insane? It makes perfect sense to me. Come on Mons, go for it. You don't have much to take off," he said nodding at the yellow bikini with the strapless bra tied at the back. "Actually you have given me a hard on several times just looking at you."

"What if he drives up to the house?"

"We are in the kitchen getting a drink and we will hear and see him. Come on."

Monica's heart was pounding. The sheer idea of having full sex whilst her husband was around excited her, but also slightly scared her as was to be expected. She and Charles had not seen each other for over a week and had not had sex for almost two, the longest they had gone since they started. She and Bruce rarely did anything now and she was beginning to wonder whether he was getting it elsewhere? So not only was Monica sexually frustrated, but she was also missing Charles, both emotionally and physically. Sunbathing with him wearing just shorts and her a bikini had been wonderful, but also had felt like hell. To be so near to her half naked lover yet be unable to touch, hold or kiss him was awful so his suggestion that they go in the kitchen and have sex had tremendous appeal to her.

"I've got an idea," Monica said picking up her phone.

"Just going to make a drink Bruce, do you want anything?"

"No, I'll press on with this," he replied waving to them.

A few minutes later she got up and looking to where her husband on the tractor was going away from them she looked down at Charles. She could see that he was erect. Holding his gaze she raised her hands and slowly pulled the cups of her bra down and off her breasts.

"Come on then or are you all talk," she said very seriously.

They went into the kitchen and kissed long and deep. Although she had felt the sensation many times her nipples against his slightly hairy chest felt even more fantastic than usual. She knew that she would take little time readying herself to be fucked and probably she would cum just as quickly.

Reaching down she held his cock through his shorts.

"My, my, you are ready aren't you?"

"You know that I am always fucking ready when I am around you Mons, 'cos you are such a horny bitch."

Although the bulk of both of their concentrations was on the other, they were still aware of the sound of the tractor cutting the nearly one acre of grass and one or the other would continually glance out of the window just to make sure. They need not have worried for Bruce was miles away thinking of his latest 'bit on the side' who did some of the rudest things he had experienced including the prostate massage, the use of the slim anal dildo on him and the suggestion that one day soon she might fuck him with a strapon. He was actually cutting the lawn with a raging hard on and was thinking where he could go to relieve himself.

"Well we had better get on with it hadn't we, he might notice if we are away from the patio for too long," Monica said sliding her hand inside Charles' shorts and right onto his rampantly hard cock. "Mmmm, that feels lovely."

"And so do these," Charles retorted cupping her breast with one hand and slipping the other between her legs.

"God this is so deliciously rude isn't?" Monica said putting both hands inside Charles shorts and pushing them down. "And so is this," she smiled as his bloated, thick, long cock seemed to leap out at her.

Charles slid the panties of his step-mother's bikini down to her mid-thigh and sounded a little disappointed when he said. "You haven't shaved yet," as he ran his fingers through the landing strip of light brown pubic hair.

"No I can't think what to say to Bruce about it," she said putting her arms round her lover's neck and squashing her tummy against his erection. "Mmmmm that feels so lovely. Have I told what a great cock you have got Charles."

"Yes you may have mentioned it once or twice."

"You are keeping your eyes on Bruce aren't you?"

"Yes and he seems to be working the bottom of the garden and the paddock so is not coming this way at all."

"Good, give us longer."

"But just in case Mons let's both watch out for him, so turn round, lean against the work surface and look out of the window as I fuck you from behind."

It was an odd situation for both of them when just twenty minutes or so after Charles had taken Monica from behind, they were sitting in the kitchen with Bruce having a glass of wine and talking as if nothing had happened.

Since that evening when ostensibly he had come to the house for them to practice for the dance competition and they had made love, it had not been easy finding the opportunities to see each other. That was made even more difficult when Charles' apartment in Docklands was finished and he moved in. It was more difficult for Monica for two reasons. Firstly she could not see him as much and secondly Camille could. She had never known jealousy like that she felt about Camille especially when she thought of her in the bed that she and Charles managed to use now and then when he could get away from work early or could take a long lunch break.

The way that circumstances forced them to conduct their lovemaking also depressed Monica.

Charles had changed his car for a Rangerover, so they now had a vehicle where sex was possible unlike in a Porsche, although she found it to be rather sordid. Exciting certainly and with the added element of the potential of being caught, she took what she could get and probably every two or three weeks when they were 'salsa dancing' Monica was on her back on the back seat of the Rangerover with Charles buried between her legs that were open and wrapped round his waist as he fucked her. Monica believed that sex in a car was fucking and not making love.

Fortunately Bruce was away slightly more often and when that coincided with a dance night they were able to sleep together and really make love.

They were also able to grab quickies at his apartment, which were ok, but somewhat unsatisfying.

Charles would call or text her roughly once a week and say that he could get off early or take a longer lunch and knew exactly where Camille was. To Monica's frustration Camille as well as she had a key to the apartment and often, she wondered what Harry the concierge thought of Charles' step mother visiting so frequently. Fortunately Charles bought his silence with a fifty pounds monthly tip.

Being the heavy drinking, coke and pills taker that she was, Camille was unpredictable. She ran with a fast crowd often being out until four or five during the week and would sometimes crash into Charles flat just as he was about to leave for work. Hence, Monica's opportunities to stay overnight were very limited and could only happen if Camille was away skiing or on holiday. Really having a non-job in PR that she got far more because of her social contacts than her knowledge, her timing was also unpredictable and she was just as likely to turn up at Charles' flat for a fuck in the middle of the afternoon as she was in the middle of the night.