I need…
Wednesday, September 17th, 2008I need to feel you undressing me with your eyes as I walk across the room.
I stand in front of you, letting you drink in my stockings, heels and suspenders. You take your time looking at every inch of me, drinking in my presence, licking your lips as you think about all the salacious debauchery that awaits you.
I watch you struggle to contain yourself, squirming in your chair as I confidently and calmly stroke your leg with my stockinged feet under the table, all the while maintaining eye contact with the rest of the salivating managers in the meeting.
It kills you knowing that I am not wearing anything under my full skirt, and I relish the breeze on my damp pussy. I ensure that I need to bend over and reach for plenty of important items throughout the meeting.
I make sure you have plenty of opportunity to see the seams of my stockings, knowing how they drive you wild thrills me like nothing else.
I feel your hand on my thigh, eager to touch my skin. I slide your hand under my skirt, making sure you know I forgot to put on any underwear. I love the flush of heat I can see creeping up your neck as you realise how wet I am.
I write an important note on my pad for you: I need you to undress me – slowly.
