Alison got up from the table and suggested that they take their drinks through to the lounge. James glanced around on entering, three table lamps cast a glow about the room with just enough light to indicate the two deep couches and three deep chairs that together with occasional tables and large overstuffed cushions seemed to indicate a soft sensual nature. This was suddenly highlighted as Alison flicked a switch and soft sultry music invaded the room.
James turned to speak to and suddenly she was pressed against him., he took her glass and placed it with his own on a low table and then took her in his arms. The kiss was soft and deep, again their tongues entwined as on the previous evening and his hand cupped the swell of her breast. She kissed him deeply pressing hard against him and he allowed his fingers to creep under the material of her dress. The was no bra, nothing but the soft swell of the naked breast under his fingers as they sought the nipple. It came alive under his fingers, stiffening and enlarging until it seemed to his touch to be about an inch long. He realised that her dress was falling away and suddenly the whole length of her body was hard against him. He felt himself responding and as he hardened Alison murmured and pressed her mound against it.
