I ran the pad of my thumb over her lip again. “Are you ok?” I asked. She paused for a moment, and then pulled me down into another kiss. My body was aching now to be closer to her, to explore her, to feel her skin on my skin. I slid the hem of her shirt up, my lips following her ribcage as I went. Carefully, watching her closely, I pulled her shirt over her head. For a moment I forgot what to do. Small breasts perfect in the lamplight, rose petal nipples. I kissed her, slowly down her throat, down her sternum, and then up her breast. I moved my lips softly over her nipple and she made a small, low noise. I let myself breathe, hot on her nipple, before running my tongue over the hard tip. She arched her back, her fingers now tangled tightly in my hair. The boning of the corset was digging into my hips, and with her breast still in my mouth I reached behind me, fumbling with the laces. She surprised me by gently lifting my head, moving behind me and untying the laces for me. I could feel her hands shaking. The pieces of the corset fell away, and I turned around to face her. She was as shy as when she was eighteen, not sure where to look. I took one of her hands and placed it on my bare ribs, then slid it up until she was cupping the weight of my breast. I left her hand there as I drew her in again, my lips on her mouth and face and clavicle, my hands sliding down her torso and under the waistband of her trousers. She helped me remove them, knelt in front of me. Fear, determination, longing played across her face. She put her hands on my knees and ran them up my thighs, pushing up the crinoline to show the garters underneath. I slipped the crinoline off over my head and lay her back down on the carpet. Her hands were still on my thighs and she gripped the backs of them as my fingers made their way between her legs. The cotton of her panties was soaked through and she lifted her hips with a moan. I pulled them down her legs and she kicked them off, her whole body arching into me. I realised she was trying to remove my garter belt, so I slipped it off with the silk stockings and my own lacy underwear. I stopped breathing for a moment, our bare skin touching, lying over her with my thigh between her legs, my skin wet with her, the air thick with the scent of her.