It wasn't that James Bond was someone that Lydia's friends needed to worry about. He liked to think that he was a pretty decent guy. At least not that horrible of a man. But he was significantly older than Lydia, and that was what her friends would see. But this was what he wanted, what they both wanted.
He was glad to see that Lydia appeared to know what she was doing, even at this age. There was a slight smirk from James as he felt her hands running up his shoulders. His own hands trailed along her, ran lightly over the swell of her ass. They continued until they found the end of the material of her dress. His hands then ran underneath the material, fingers brushing lightly over the bare skin of her thighs.
"Positive," he murmured. He shrugged off his shirt once Lydia had gotten the unbuttoning bit out of the way, allowing it to drop to the floor. After a moment, his hands found the hem of her dress once more, and he moved to pull it up over her head.