Dear Diary Pt. 06-07

Peter was wishing that the skips were already here, and that he could get started clearing the shed out, but that would have to wait until the morning. So he went off to see if herself was available to talk, there were plenty of sounds coming from her study, so he guessed that she was. As he came through he noticed that she was having a bit of a tidy up.

"Ah, distraction therapy" she said when she spotted him.

"I've come to talk about computers. I've only ever used PC's, my old boss thought that Macs were too complicated. I know you use a Mac and thought that if I went down that route for the studio we could sort of somehow network them to share things."

"Well, you wouldn't need all Macs for that, and it's a great idea. However, the Mac operating system is far more stable than Windows, and a decent Mac with a large monitor is also much better for working with images."

"Hmm, that seems to be the way forward then."

"Be warned, they don't come cheap." Claudet said with a cheeky grin.

"No problem," Peter replied, "you remember that I had to head off to London just after coming back to Cornwall?"

"Yes, I really missed you."

"Well that extra property that came to light was worth a lot more than I thought. The proceeds will cover the setting up of the studio with more than enough left to buy that piece of land over yonder, in fact I've set my lawyer, off on trying to negotiate that already."

"But won't that leave you short?"

"Nope there was more than enough from the original legacy."

"Bloody ulus escort hell! How much did she leave you a million? No, I shouldn't have asked that."

"It's Ok, it was just over three million actually. She invested, against all advice, in some technology companies in the early days and made an absolute killing. That extra property brought in another one and three quarters, and that's what I plan to play with right now, we can live on the interest from the original three."

"Wow!" was all Claudet could say.

"Indeed" said Peter, "I probably should have told you long ago, but it never seemed to matter too much. Now you are the only person down here to know, and I've only told you because I know it will stay that way."

"Of course. Now, I'm taking you to dinner tonight. The table is already booked for seven, so go get your glad rags on, smart casual at the very least, it's posh."

Peter was sitting in the garden awaiting the skips to turn up and thinking back to dinner the previous night, he had eaten in some pretty fancy places as part of his work over the years, but nothing came close to the quality of the food at the Nare Head. Claudet had refused to tell him where they were going, and had booked a car and driver for the evening so that neither would have to drive the ten miles or so there and back, all she would tell him was that it was a place that had just got a new chef, and that she was supposed to be good. She had also ensured that they got a window table, a perk of yenimahalle escort being famous Peter supposed, overlooking Gerrans Bay. The only thing she had let him do was choose his own food and the wine, he had surprised her with a couple of very local wines from the Polmassick vineyard a few miles away.

He smiled to himself when he thought how they had tasted each other's dishes, and how it could so easily have descended into a scene from Tom Jones, especially as he had kicked off a shoe and began teasing her mercilessly under the table. Her eyes went wide when she felt his foot brush her leg and move up between her knees, she resisted for a few moments, but Peter increased the pressure pushing them apart - at this point she knew it was useless to resist, and had a good idea what he was up to. He slid his chair forward a little so that he could rest his heel on the edge of Claudet's chair and pressed his foot a little further between her thighs. Once he had his foot in position he angled it to make contact with her groin and began gently massaging her pussy area, all the time maintaining eye contact and continuing to talk about his plans for the news studio. Increasingly it was difficult for Claudet to maintain either her composure or the conversation.

After a couple of minutes he could feel the dampness beginning to soak through his sock, a sign for him to increase the pressure a little. He gave up massaging with his whole foot and began to move his big toe back and forth where it would have the greatest effect, her pussy lips, which he could feel even through the fabric of his sock and her panties. He knew that he was having the desired effect when he felt her slide forward on her chair and spread her thighs a little wider. Peter felt her pussy lips part slightly as she spread her thighs and moved his big toe between them and increased the pressure, noting that her conversational responses were becoming more ragged by the minute. Eventually she stopped taking and tried to concentrate on eating. He increased the speed with which he stroked her, knowing full well that each stroke back and forth was brushing over her clitoral area, and now determined to make her orgasm. He knew he was succeeding when her thighs clamped down on his foot preventing further movement, and Claudet choked on a mouthful of her fish.

A concerned waiter came to the table and asked if everything was alright. Peter told him that it was and that he had just given her a bit of a shock, noticing that Claudet was glaring at him furiously. They finished their meal without further incident, and as they rose to leave Peter suggested that Claudet might like to walk in front of him so that the wet patch on the back of her dress didn't give cause for embarrassment. A hand on his shoulder made him jump, he had been so lost in thought.

"Didn't you hear me?" Claudet asks.

"No, I was miles away."

"Well the guy is here with the first of your skips, you had better go sign for it."

"Good. I was thinking about last night if you must know."

"Hmm, yes, and you will pay for that you rotten bastard!" Claudet said stalking off across the lawn.

Peter smiled and thought you won't admit it but you enjoyed it, then went off to attend to the skip issue.