'You are very beautiful Jean.' Steve said suddenly.
Jean's breath caught in her throat. She looked across the table at him, trying to see in the dim light if he was serious or not.
She giggled softly 'This is like one of my fantasies coming true!'
'But I mean it, you are beautiful. I saw that when you arrived tonight, and I knew that I really wanted to be able to spend some time with you. And when this opportunity arrived, I thought it was fate.'
He reached over and curled his hand over hers, his fingers softly stroking her skin.
'He doesn't deserve you, and you know it.'
Jean turned to look back at the house, seeing it in total darkness. She knew she should say good night to Steve and leave, but she didn't want to. She watched as he withdrew his hand and stood, walking round the table to where she sat and bending forward he kissed her gently, his lips soft against hers.
She closed her eyes and kissed him back, loving the touch of his firm lips against her's. It had been so long since she had been kissed with such intensity.
His hands moved down to her shoulders, gripping them gently as he kissed her harder, feeling her respond to his touch. She knew it was wrong but somehow she just didn't care.
Steve pulled back and reached out his hand, pulling her up from the chair and taking her in his arms. One hand slid round her waist pulling her tightly against him as his other pressed against her neck, pulling her mouth against his. Almost without her noticing his hands slid across her shoulders and tugged at the bows fastening her sun dress. She squirmed as she felt it's soft material slide down over her body to pool on the wooden decking. Wrapping her in his arms again, she could feel the hardness of his cock against her belly, as she pressed against him.