As much as I loved Stephen, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't looked forward to today all week. He was as attentive as a partner as he was a father but I'd had a taste of excitement and was itching for more.
I stirred the yoghurt atop my fruit salad listlessly pondering the suffering I'd endured. A whole twelve days of frustration since my last bout of intimacy with Paul, we were long overdue for more alone time. Had he thought about my touch that night as much as I had?
A light gust of guilt would wash over me whenever I thought about Stephen away with work for the next couple of weeks not knowing what was happening under his own roof... I'd never been unfaithful in my life and wasn't about to start now but surely there was nothing untoward about some healthy education for Paul.
I adjusted the pink headband I'd picked for our outing, the one touch of cuteness in my otherwise casual outfit comprised of grey tank top, tight blue skinny jeans and black three-inch square heeled sandals.
Stephen strolled back from picking up the cheque, grey storm clouds behind him, juxtaposed by morning sunlight in front, filtering through the leafy lattice covering our café table. The salt and pepper clouds matching his regal hair as he lugged himself forward.
"You two are kings of the castle while I'm off," Stephen declared patronizingly, sitting at my left. I liked it when he talked to Paul and I as though we were siblings. "Behave yourselves... no late nights I hope!"
For all his success in life, he was a wishy-washy teddy bear as soon as he'd come home each day. Still, I can imagine the insecurity of leaving the house to someone else for a while, even if it was just Paul and I.
I gazed across the table at Paul's unfocused doe eyes resting innocently on his breakfast.
Placing my left foot behind my right, I slipped off my sandal. With only a strap across my toes and another two inches above, it came loose effortlessly, allowing me to raise my bare foot and place it quietly on Paul's chair, between in his parted legs without him noticing.
"You're both so cagey, I'm just winding you up! So long as the game is recorded this weekend you can eat me out of house and home for all I care!"
I smiled turning toward Stephen, placing my hand on his while lifting my foot under the table and gently resting it on Paul's groin. I spoke quickly to cover the splutter from his mouth.
"We'll be just fine hun. All fun and games, nothing to be cagey about," I said, a grin spreading itself across my face.
I could feel a stirring under my foot, softness beginning to swell. From the corner of my eye, I made out Paul peering through the wicker table probably just making out my white painted toenails at his lap brightening his otherwise dreary, grey morning...
"Besides we'll have to keep the place nice and tidy, since you've missed golf two weekends in a row now... and treating me to such a fancy night out!" I said cheerily. "Won't we Pauly?"
Paul squirmed uncomfortably, now with two sets of eyes on him and swallowed his last bite of eggs.
"My room's clean and it's not my night out, but go for your life I guess," he shrugged.
I gave my foot one last slow circular wiggle, feeling Paul squirm awkwardly, now at full mast.
"Nice work, see we're already getting things off on the right foot," I teased, before lowering my leg down again and sliding back into my heel, our key clinking slightly as it jiggled against my anklet.
I couldn't believe Steven still hadn't noticed my new set of jewellery.
Leaving the cover of the tabletop might not be the first thing Paul wanted right now but I had things to pickup before Stephen and I had our night at the theatre.
"It's been such a long time since our last outing, I think I'll need to sort an outfit for the evening! Come on Pauly, we'll meet your father back home."
"Alright, have fun you two. I'll be packing for the morning."
My tight jeans stretching as I stood, leaning over to plant a goodbye kiss on Stephen's cheek before heading out of the café with a very fidgety Paul in tow.
"Think a storm might be brewing," I noted casually as we made our way inside the mall through the cool November air.
After a moment of waiting for Paul's response, I turned back to see his hands clutched below his waist, a bashful look on his pimply face, looking like a kid that had wet himself. I smiled reassuringly.
Without saying a word, I took one of his hands, forcing him to let the other go. He'll relax in a moment.
Our fingers interlocked as we strode down the marble pathway of the crowded mall, his other hand now in the pocket of his baggy shorts probably clutching whatever was stirring down below.
Warm butterflies fluttered through me as we strolled for several minutes hand in hand, getting the odd look of approval from strangers as they scanned us up and down.
"Do you think people assume we're a couple?" I asked giddily.
Paul chuckled nervously, surveying the people around us.
"I mean... They must be confused. You are years... and I mean years older," he quipped.
I laughed, giving him a playful punch on his upper arm. At not even a decade younger he knew he was unlikely to offend me.
I placed my other hand on his, now holding him with both and resting my head on his shoulder, my black ponytail swinging with each step as we strolled. Even with a few extra inches of heel, he still stood a good head above. I'll bet he felt like a real grown man getting the full girlfriend experience.
I was so looking forward to having the house to ourselves for a couple of weeks. I could; give Paul a big wet kiss whenever I pleased, wake up to a cooked breakfast each morning, I might even have him wash my panties daily instead of weekly. He'll love that, I thought excitedly.
Peering ahead, I saw my outlet of choice, now only a few strides away.
"Don't worry bestie I'm not really taking you dress shopping, I know that wouldn't really be your vibe... This might be though!"
Paul's pace slowed as he read the sign ahead, all in a pink swirly ribbon-like font.
Cupid's Corset
"Come on bud, nothing to blush over, just need something fun for my last night with your father for a while."
Embarrassed or not this was quite the treat for my little assistant and surely he knew it. Cautiously at first, we walked inside, our fingers still interlocked.
I glanced up at Paul, looking like a nervous kid in a forbidden candy store, his eyes filling with every frilly, lacy, stringy option.
"Where to first Pauly?"
The small boutique must've only had six or seven customers at best, us included but it could've been a crowded supermarket full of judging eyes as far as Paul was concerned.
"Go on, tell me what takes your fancy. May as well find something you like too given you'll be looking after them in the laundry..."
Paul slouched down keeping his eye-line below the isles of undergarments like a nervous deer ducking behind tall grass. After warily stepping away from the entrance, he fiddled apprehensively with a red piece of thread nearby.
"Ooh fun, those look racey," I excitedly announced, my voice carrying through the store as I picked up the small piece of material in Paul's hands.
"See these are backless so they look like briefs at first but there's nothing covering your butt. These might suit me huh," I prompted cheekily.
He eyed the bright garment tantalisingly dangling in my hands.
"I... Ah... don't quite get how they work but..."
I watched him politely search for words that wouldn't give away his lacklustre opinion or that he wasn't picturing me in them...
"It's ok, I'm not feeling them either. Besides these don't come as a set... I always think it's cute when my bra and panties match! Have a look around and see if you find any that come together, I want to make tonight special for your father."
Paul reluctantly placed his first pair back as unforgiving florescent light illuminated his every move.
"You take that isle and I'll keep looking here. I'm a thirty-inch waist, bra size thirty-two C and remember, when it comes to lingerie, delicate is best with just a little left to the imagination."
I turned to strut confidently in the opposite direction, casually scanning racks for something suitable. Paul must be getting a thrill surrounded by so much possibility no matter how self-conscious he might feel left alone in here.
One day he'll have a girlfriend of his own, I'm sure of it. Then they could play dress-ups to his heart's content. For now though, I was just warming him up for her, nothing wrong with that.
After a minute or so Paul returned hastily with an offering, probably keen to get our outing moving.
"Oh well done Pauly, you've found a few options!"
Trying to hide a proud expression from ruining his façade of reluctance, he held three up. Still unwilling to lower my voice, I explained his findings as though he'd brought me different loafs of bread at the supermarket.
"So first it looks like we have a cheeky cut, see they're like boy shorts but a bit higher. I like the deep blue color and the trim on the bra with these... What do you think?" I asked holding them up to my body.
"They... look... I think you look really good with them Amy..."
"Thanks bud, let's see what else you've got."
More hesitantly this time he passed the second option into my open hand.
"Wow ok, these are cute..." I grinned, letting the black whisper of thread unscrunch itself downward.
"So this is what's called a T-string. Can you see why?" I asked with a smirk, turning myself to hold the miniscule strips of material up to the tightly stretched denim over my behind.
I giggled as he nodded coyly. Facing him again, I held them up to just below his eye level.
"It's basically just a little strip with two strings attached to keep it in place... I always feel naked in these! Sometimes I forget there's a piece of thread up my cheeks..."
