If someone told him that somewhere down the line Veronica Kegg would be giving him a lap dance that very day, Harold would have called their bluff. Such an action was the furthest from his thoughts to occur, but since he was caught in the moment of it, pleasure was all that he was taking from it. The movements happening before him wasn't the reason that he had ventured there in the early hours of the day. He merely wanted to spend time with the woman. Of course, images of such a reaction always floated through his mind just hoping to occur, but it wasn't something that Harold would force upon her. There was something special about Kegg that he had known for quite sometime. An exact reason on why she had been special wasn't easy to think of though. He enjoyed the fact that she could keep up with him easily and that no other woman had kept his attention for all these years to return to her side for whatever reason popped in his mind at that particular point in time. It was plain to see that no matter what happened between the two, they can always come around each other the next day to continue with whatever mood that they either might be in. But if anyone asked, Harold wasn't sure he would be able to utter that she was the perfect woman for him in more ways than one.
With eyes glued upon her, Harold never wanted to glance away from her. All the movements of her hips and legs, entire body really, had been hypnotizing and quite alluring. He wanted more, never wanting her to cease even for a second from the quite pleasing actions before him. Never before seeing such a perfect body before, especially the bum, Harold's minds raced and filled with naughty thoughts of what to exactly do at that very moment. Shagging wasn't competely within his mind as he scaled up along the side of the flat. That, at least, he could promise himself. He missed her and wanted to see her, even if it were a little bit. Everything that went on within that private room was beyond what he thought would occur the second she let him pull himself in the window, if he honestly came that far.
Not noticing completely that the music had changed to a different song, Harold kept his eyes directly on Kegg, catching her lips moving along to the lyrics. The seductive movements surely were working the correct ways, as he felt himself perk up within his pants, unable to help that part of himself. If that was Veronica had planned, in a quick sort of manner, then he couldn't deny to himself that it certainly was working. It seemed quickly her movements changed to slip within his lap, unable to resist placing his hands upon the sides of her curves, sliding them both down slowly. Oh, how amazing it would be if he could rip off that jersey from the woman's body at that very second. However, that didn't stop his fingers from curling around the lining of the article of clothing. Just as the fingers touched the seems, Harold felt his head being pulled forceably back, smirk spreading across his lips.
The tongue and the light kiss had done what they were set out to do, causing Harold to become more turned on by the second. Closing his eyes for those short gestures, he felt himself being pushed back forceably upon the bed on his back. Veronica knew exactly what to do to keep him hungry for more of it all. Every motion seemed beyond perfect on top of him, moving to the beat of the music that filled the room completely. The buldge had been building up to that degree that Harold wished that his bloody pants weren't on any longer, knowing fully well that her underside was completely bare against him. If things weren't heading towards the direction that he was hoping for at that moment, it would be incrediably unfair, despite how much he enjoyed their teasing greatly. However, with a performance occurring before him, he couldn't help but expect a shagging afterwards.