Fascination with Pleasure.
I shiver as he runs his hands up my sides, my dress lifting with his hands. I raise my arms as his hands run over the outside curve of my tit and he pulls my dress off of me. He steps back, dropping my dress behind him, before stripping off and looks up at me, his eyes burning. I know what he is seeing, me wearing only blue lacy lingerie. My bra demi-cut, my G-string panties over suspenders, holding up my garter belts and sheer stockings. I stand there, watching his eyes travel up and down my body, the fire only increasing. Tension fills the gap between us, dense enough to be cut by a knife. He steps towards me hesitantly, not wanting to break the tension that is nothing but exciting. Slowly I reach …