The Power of Clothing Pt. 04

The conversation drifted on to many topics with both of them finding pleasure in the similarities with their belief, interests and ambitions. It went on and on.

Around one, they did open the champagne and just after three they ordered lunch. They had wine with that.

They were now talking like old friends. They returned to the sofa, Stephen fiddled with the large plasma and selected a melody radio programme with videos. They got onto the topic of having an affair.

"Would you like to?" Stephen asked.

"I really cannot say," Kate replied. "I'm not sure I could handle the subterfuge, making the excuses and telling all the lies both to Paul and the kids."

"That's what worries me," Stephen agreed. "But don't you think Kate, we may be missing out on something wonderful and marvellous?"

"Yes of course, darling, woops where did that come from? Sorry."

He laughed. "Don't be sorry," He put his hand on Kate's shoulder and added very seriously "It was lovely to hear."

"Really?" She asked the mood hitting her as well, for she felt serious too.

"Yes really, silly," he said leaning towards Kate.

Still with his hand on her shoulder he moved his face closer and closer. Physically, it would have been the easiest thing for Kate to move and avoid him. Emotionally, it would have been difficult to the point of being impossible. They kissed again. Deep, long and passionately. Slowly Stephen moved nearer, his arms went round her, one round her neck the other beneath her arm. Her arms snaked round his neck, her hands delving into his thick hair. He pushed her, she yielded and slowly they sank back into the corner of the sofa. Stephen was half on top of her, his erection was pressed against the outside of her upper thigh. Their mouths were tightly clamped, their lips and tongues squirming and delving.

After the discussions, which had reached no conclusions other than the agreement that they were seriously attracted to each other, the rules were unclear. Unlike the past few weeks and, especially the last few days, in the consulting rooms, where his position as the ogler and hers as the model had become fairly defined, now they were starting afresh.

So, as Stephen edged his hand upwards towards Kate's breast, he was unsure how it would be received. As Kate felt his fingers on her boob, she wasn't sure how to react. In the end, which was only a few seconds, they reacted as lovers usually do. He pressed and squeezed and she arched her back and squirmed a little. He asked and she said yes. But to what they wondered as they both revelled in the lovely sensations.

With the mutual stimulation on her breast and his hand, the kiss became deeper and more passionate. Their bodies joined in. Stephen pulled on her back, Kate pushed her front, and their chests pressed tightly together, Kate's breasts being squashed delightfully against her ribs.

Stephen was so erect it was almost, but not quite, painful. He moved a bit so that his cock was squashed against the top of her thigh, a little towards the more sensitive inside, the end of it alarmingly and at the same time wonderfully, near to her pussy. The sensation and the realisation of how close it was to her most feminine place made her mind whirr with the possibilities of what could happen next and her body jumped with the surge of pleasure it gave her. It did similar things to Stephen who was, as they continued kissing and as his hand gently squeezed and kneaded her fabulous breasts, imagining being inside her.

He wanted more, he needed more, but still wasn't sure. In their earlier long chats as the champagne, lunch and wine had loosened them up they hadn't got on to whether they would fuck or not. They hadn't felt able to broach the topic, they were both too confused.

Stephen wanted to see and feel her bare breasts again. It was as if he was being compelled to do that. He moved his hand away from her boob outside her clothes and rested it on her hip. He slid his other arm round her, his hand going inside the blouse, which had slipped out from the waistband of her jeans. He felt her soft, smooth skin just above her waist. He ran his hand upwards and slipped his fingers inside her bra strap. God how he wanted to unclip that and pull the cups away from her gorgeous orbs. His instincts, however, advised him not to. Kate, though, loved the feel of his fingertips on her back and felt a little shiver go through her as he 'fondled' her bra strap, before sliding his fingers downward and inside the back of her jeans to then 'fondle' the other part of her intimate apparel, the elastic waistband of her thong.

Kate was totally torn. She had such strong feelings for him, stronger by far than any she'd had in the few modest crushes she'd had on men since her marriage. They had all been easy to control and were completely in her mind, this was the first where physical contact of any type had taken place. She was enormously aroused. Dean's words of advice, 'fuck him and worry about the consequences after,' were going through her mind and she did want, no needed, to be fucked so badly. Her lover's instincts took over. She undid the buttons on his shirt, slipped her hand inside and ran her fingers over his, surprisingly hairy chest. She had never been with a man with a hairy chest, Paul's was nearly bereft of hair; she wondered just what they would feel like against her nipples and breasts.

As one of his hands wiggled inside the seat of her jeans pressing and rubbing her just above her bum, which he couldn't reach because it was squashed against the sofa, she felt the other moving from her hip. She felt it on her waist, then just above it, then on her chest and then magically and so worryingly right on her breast. His fingertips were above the edge of her bra on the swell of her breast. It was lovely and she squirmed herself against his hand. At the same time, she or Stephen moved, for somehow he was right on top of her. His erection was firmly squashed right against her pubic mound pressing on her hooded clit.

The enormity hit her first.

"No Stephen," Kate groaned. "This isn't right, it's not a good idea."

"You're right, I'm sorry, it's all my fault," he replied removing both his hands from her body and sitting up.

"No it's our fault, just as much mine as yours."

"I want you so much Kate, you know that."

"Yes darling," Kate replied sitting up next to him and running her fingers through his hair. "And I want you, but I am so scared."

"I know, I know," he replied putting his hand on her leg, just above her knee.

Looking right into her eyes he mumbled. "I cannot get that vision of you in the mirror in the bathroom out of my mind.

"Nor me."

"You looked so amazing, your breasts are awesome."

"Oh Stephen."

"I so wanted to see them again."

She cuddled him, but neither spoke for a while.

After a few moments, he whispered, as he ran his hand up and down her inner leg, almost to her crotch.

"Is that wrong Kate?"

"No Stephen it isn't."

"And is it wrong for me to want to see the rest of you?"

Kate's resolve was slipping, his words were arousing her even more.

"No," she whimpered.

"And Kate, I do."

"Do what Stephen?" She asked slipping her hand back inside his shirt.

"I want to see you naked Kate."

"Oh God Stephen."

"I'm sorry," he repeated as he gently squeezed Kate's thigh.

"That's ok, please don't be sorry, I would like that."

"What?" He asked totally surprised.

Amazing herself with her courage, Kate said. "I want you to see me naked Stephen, I want to be naked for you and then naked with you."

"Oh Kate," Stephen groaned, kissing her hard. "Thank you, thank you."

She stood up, he joined her and wordlessly, they took part in what for both of them was the most erotic even they had ever experienced.

Their eyes boring into the others and occasionally flittering up and down the others body, they undressed.

Kate pulled the front of her blouse out of her jeans and slowly undid the buttons.

Stephen shrugged his shirt off and dropped it on the floor. Kate's blouse came open and her full breasts inside one of her 'sensible' M & S bras were exposed. Whilst sensible, it was still cut fairly acutely across each orb leaving ample flesh exposed.

At almost exactly the same time, their hands went to their belts, undid them and slid their zips down. Stephen, quivering with excitement, saw the front of her white thong between the parted fly of her jeans, she the grey CKs between his. Both pairs of trousers were slid down and both he and she stepped away from them, moving slightly closer.

Kate, like an inexperienced teenager, gasped when she saw the large bulge right up the front of his boxers. Stephen moaned.

"Oh God Kate you are so gorgeous," when he saw her bare waist, stomach and legs for the first time.

Surprisingly to her, Kate didn't feel embarrassed. In her fantasising about having sex with Stephen she had thought, the post childbirth bulge of her tummy and the excess weight on her hips and bum would make her feel shy when he undressed her, but she wasn't. 'Thanks white coat' she said to herself, realising her experiences in that with him had helped remove her embarrassment or, she had second thoughts, 'was it masturbating on cam as Dean watched?

Whenever a girl removes her bra and bares her breasts for a man, lover or not, it is always a very special moment. And that was the case as, with Stephen watching, his hands on his hips, most of his fit lithe body on view to her and his tight boxers bloated by his evident erection, Kate slowly undid her bra and removed it.

Stephen was nearly overwhelmed. Alright, they sagged a tad, but they were full, round and so fucking horny he wanted to eat the fuckers. He knew that would be inappropriate.

"Oh yes Kate," he sighed, they are truly beautiful, I love your breasts.

No woman could fail to be flattered and excited by such compliments and Kate was no exception. Almost forgetting where she was and that she was not on cam with Dean she breathed.

"So you like my breasts do you Stephen?" as she cupped each orb, lifting them and pushing them together.

"Yes Kate, they are the most magnificent breasts I've ever seen."

Still holding and stroking her breasts with one hand, Kate slid the other into the thin elastic waistband of her white, lacy thong. Stephen got the message and they both watched with mounting excitement and huge lust as the other became naked.

Kate was not hairy down there and, in any case, since starting exposing herself to Dean on her cam, she had trimmed her pubes on a regular basis. The thin covering of hair hid nothing and Stephen could clearly see her wet pinkness. He, however, was quite hairy down there, all over his stomach and round his thighs. Again, Kate wondered just what those hairs rasping against her body would feel like. She also wondered what his fairly short, but interestingly thick cock would feel like either, in her hand or, she smiled to herself letting her usually dormant mind take over, 'up her cunt.'

"You are beautiful too, Stephen," Kate whispered again extraordinarily nervous.

"What now?" he asked feeling rather self-conscious simply standing there.

"I don't know," Kate replied feeling both excited and nervous, but strangely, not self-conscious.

"Let's go to the bedroom."

"Ok."

Holding hands, they walked across the sitting room of the suite and into the luxurious bedroom. They kissed.

Stephen moved her closer to the bed. They sat on the edge of the ultra modern, low, almost square bed. They kissed again. He cupped her bare breasts for the first time and they sank slowly backwards onto the bed.

"Hold me Stephen," Kate whispered, feeling very strange, hugely emotional.

She could not have imagined, had she tried, the multitude of emotions going through her from being naked with, and in the arms of, a man other than her husband. Being pressed against him, having his hands on her breasts and now her reaching out for his strong erection, simply added to the sensations. She was welling up inside as her hand closed round his erection, making Stephen jerk with pleasure and desire. He to, though, was feeling loads of different emotions. Most, or at least many, men can handle committing adultery just as easily as having a wank. Stephen wasn't one of them.

As Kate's hand encircled his cock his was partly mortified and partly relieved, in an odd way, to feel his erection softening. Kate felt it to. She also experienced those emotions.

"It isn't working is it Stephen?"

"No," he mumbled feeling foolish and a embarrassed. "I'm sorry."

"I told you, there's no need to be sorry," Kate said in a mock stern voice, adding as Stephen laughed softly. "It's not the same without the white coat is it?

Chapter 11

Kate stood in front of the mirror clad in just a pair of white, lacy-topped, holdup stockings and strappy, heeled shoes. Nothing else, apart from diamond studs in her ears.

She cupped her breasts and pushed them together. She pinched her nipples hard, making them perk up and harden. Smiling she thought, 'Like fucking acorns.'

Turning and looking over her shoulder at her, slightly too large and just a little saggy bum, she bent down and picked up the white coat from her bed. She slipped it on, leaving it open. It looked good, the edges of the crisp cotton catching on her 'organstops," giving them and her full breasts partial cover, but leaving ample flesh uncovered.

She did the three buttons up at her waist and clipped the tight, wide belt round her, enjoying the feeling of the restriction as it pulled in her waist from its generous twenty- seven inches. She did up two more buttons beneath and above the belt and turned back to the mirror. She was pleased with what she saw. She turned to one side and took a pace. 'Nice' she murmured seeing the length of her leg right up to and including part of her stocking tops. Crossing her arms just beneath her breasts, she pushed them up loving the deep cleavage that created and the mass of titty flesh, almost, but not quite to her nipples, that was on show.

She was ready.

Walking tentatively down the stairs she opened the lounge door and walked in.

"I don't think you have ever seen my working uniform have you Paul?" Kate said to her husband.

Chapter 12

They never did fuck. They felt deflated in that hotel room. The guilt and worry over-rode their desire and they left.

The next day, Stephen was at a conference in Frankfurt. Returning to his room to change fro dinner, he checked his e-mails. There was one from Kate

Dear Stephen,

I am pleased and sorry for what has happened. Most of all, though I am confused.

I am sure you will understand that I do not feel it wise to continue working for you. In the circumstances, I assume you will forgo the need for me to work my notice.

Please have a great life

Love

Your nurse.

Kate