I eyed the robins-egg blue box and knew what it was right away: more lingerie. I sort of got this funny feeling, like I imagine women whose husbands keep buying them corsets and garter belts and g-strings feel. I knew it was really a gift for him. I was secretly giggling.
I opened the box. Inside there was a sheer black push-up bra, g-string, garter belt and black silk stockings. The stockings were my fixation. The other things were pretty tarty, if you asked me, which was fine, but the legwear was expensive and beautiful.
Of course everything was the proper size. The Gentleman keeps notes. I found it funny that both sets he’d given me were black, when he’d told me how hot he thinks white lingerie looks, especially if it’s particularly slutty.
Interestingly, underneath my clingy dress I was wearing the other set he’d given me for Christmas. Well, the bra and panties. I don’t normally wear stockings in June.
He leaned in and whispered, “I’d love to watch you put them on, Cara.”
I handed him my glass, “Why don’t you freshen this and come right back?”
He walked back toward the ice bucket and I swiftly rifled through the twenties in the envelope and tossed it into my bag’s secret compartment. I was standing in the middle of the floor when he came back and handed me the glass. I took a sip and set it on the table.
“Femme Fatale” by the Velvet Underground was playing on my iPod speakers and I laughed to myself.
“Have a seat…the show’s about to start.”
“Oh! For me?”
“Of course! Unless you’d rather I not…”
“No! Please!”
I relaxed my shoulders and let my hips sway to the sound of Nico’s voice.
Here she comes, you better watch your step
Shes going to break your heart in two, its true
I ran my hands over my hips, tracing a line from them to my breasts, which really did look amazing in the low cut wrap dress, aided by the genius of Victoria’s Secret engineers. His eyes were bugging and I hadn’t done anything. I was just dancing. I lifted the hem of the dress to mid-thigh, never stopping the movement of my hips.
“Oh, my God, you’re so sexy.”
I smiled at him and lowered my eyes. This was so simple.
Its not hard to realize
Just look into her false colored eyes
She builds you up to just put you down, what a clown
Cause everybody knows (shes a femme fatale)
The things she does to please (shes a femme fatale)
Shes just a little tease (shes a femme fatale)
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks
I looked at him again and kept his eyes on mine as I lowered one shoulder strap and then the other, holding onto the side button and slowly turning my back to him. I jutted my left hip out and pointed my right leg out to the side, releasing the button and letting the dress slide to the floor.
He gasped.
I turned ‘round to face him and he was bracing himself on the sofa, shifting in his seat.
“Touch yourself.”
He looked at me like he couldn’t believe I was saying that, or that I was doing all this for him. He was still dressed and moved to remedy that.
Once he had his cock out I took off the bra. I stood in my g-string, touching my breasts, pinching my nipples and dipping my finger down behind the little triangle of fabric covering me. I sucked the finger. He stroked his dick.
I hooked my thumbs under the sides of the g-string and shifted it down over my hips, stepping out of it when it hit the floor. I was naked in my high-heeled sandals, pinching my nipples and touching my clit.
Youre written in her book
Youre number 37, have a look
Shes going to smile to make you frown, what a clown
I walked slowly over to the sofa where I’d laid out my new underthings. I stepped out of my shoes and stepped into the new garter belt, pulling down on its straps, arching my back to make the most of the way my tits looked to him—overhead, but just out of reach.
I reached for a stocking and held it in front of me. I snaked my thumbs down, bunching it into my hands. I stood like a flamingo, folded over at the waist, with my leg raised off the floor, toe pointed as I eased the sheer, weightless tube up my calf, over my knee and nearly to the top of my thigh. I was completely turned on by the way it felt. Putting my foot on the sofa next to him I fastened the hold-ups and repeated the whole business with the other leg. I never took my eyes from him.
Little boy, shes from the street
Before you start, youre already beat
Shes gonna play you for a fool, yes its true
The panties followed, I stepped back into my shoes and bent over from the waist, pouring my tits into the sheer black cups of the new bra. I stood and smiled.
Cause everybody knows (shes a femme fatale)
The things she does to please (shes a femme fatale)
Shes just a little tease (shes a femme fatale)
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks
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