"Do you want to get out of this dress?" The question woke me from my reverie.
"Do you think I should?" I whispered, not entirely sure that was the correct response and not entirely sure that was the correct response and not entirely sure I wanted to hear the answer.
"I think so. It's not one you want to mess up." he whispered in my ear.
The lips left my neck and the arm moved from my stomach. I half turned seeing him still standing beside me. He reached out his hand and took my elbow, ushering out of the kitchen toward the hall and the stairs. I raised my skirts slightly at the front, displaying a flash of stocking clad ankle and felt Stuart pick up the rear of the dress, stopping it dragging on the floor. We went upstairs to my dressing room, Stuart close behind me. We went in and I reached round to unbutton the dress.
Before I could start, I felt his hands at the tip of my back, undoing a couple of the buttons before he returned to kissing and caressing the back and side of my neck again, working down to the tops of my shoulders. My hands fell to my sides and I stood there, breathing deeply, knowing full well this shouldn't be happening, yet all the while enjoying it immensely. I wanted to stop him, to remind him we had agreed it had been a one off event before, but the words wouldn't come. I felt the buttons coming loose, slowly, one at a time until he had reached the last one at the small of my back.