Charlotte’s was wearing an all-black cocktail dress; micro-length, sleeveless and shouldered, close-fitting, with a decorous neckline; the zip was central, at the back. Her hold-up stockings were flesh-coloured and her shoes were high-heeled but not on stilts. Her fragrance was wafting in Dominic’s direction and his excitement was building but, still, under control.
“Yes; I guessed; but, may I kiss you?”
“I’m glad you said that: I’m honoured to be so respected and, right now, I’d like nothing more than for you to kiss me.”
So; Dominic took hold of Charlotte’s hips and drew her in; she moved to press her loins, her belly and her breast against his; she raised her arms and placed them around his neck; their eyes were still locked on one-another.
Then they kissed. The kiss was long, stron
