Ticklish Girl
Bloody but unbowed
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Wendy
I stared raptly at Tina's display. What a gorgeous body she had. She could have come out wearing a burlap sack and still she would have looked sexy. I should have been insanely jealous of her innate sensuality, but instead all I felt was desire for her.
She paraded back and forth, the perfect urban professional woman, and when she whipped her jacket off she added just the right amount of spice to her persona. Then suddenly her skirt was gone and there she was in her underwear and heels. Even though I had known all along what she was wearing under the suit, it was still a thrill to see her like that, strutting around the living room in front of my husband. I swallowed hard, suddenly aroused.
Then she slid past me in the hall, giving me a sly smile. I wanted to grab her and give her a long, deep kiss -- but the show must go on. It was my turn to strut my stuff.
I stalked into the living room, caught Frank's eye and winked at him. Then I paced the length of the room, hands on hips, nose in the air. Trying to project the image of the corporate ice goddess. The grey tweed jacket fit as if it had been made just for me. I reached the end of the room, paused for a count of three, then turned and slowly walked back, stopping in front of Frank.
I posed for him, one hip thrust out, teasingly fiddling with my jacket buttons, then began to undo them, one by one. When they were all undone, I slipped the jacket off one shoulder, batting my eyes at Frank coquettishly, then slid it down my other shoulder before whipping it off altogether and tossing it on a nearby chair.
I walked around the room once more, then removed the white blouse. Savoring the way Frank's eyes caressed my breasts in the tight black bra. I swayed back and forth to music that only I could hear as I grabbed the waistband of my skirt and slowly worked it down over my hips until it slithered to the floor to pool around my feet. Somehow I managed to step out of the pile of material without snagging my heels, and then I stood there for a long moment, hands on hips, giving Frank my best sexy model pout. I knew I looked good in my black bra and panties and smoke-colored thigh highs. Judging from his red face and heavy breathing, Frank knew it too.
I stood there, giving him a good long look, then I abruptly turned around, gathered up my discarded clothes, and left the room without a backward glance. I could feel his eyes on my ass the whole way.
I stared raptly at Tina's display. What a gorgeous body she had. She could have come out wearing a burlap sack and still she would have looked sexy. I should have been insanely jealous of her innate sensuality, but instead all I felt was desire for her.
She paraded back and forth, the perfect urban professional woman, and when she whipped her jacket off she added just the right amount of spice to her persona. Then suddenly her skirt was gone and there she was in her underwear and heels. Even though I had known all along what she was wearing under the suit, it was still a thrill to see her like that, strutting around the living room in front of my husband. I swallowed hard, suddenly aroused.
Then she slid past me in the hall, giving me a sly smile. I wanted to grab her and give her a long, deep kiss -- but the show must go on. It was my turn to strut my stuff.
I stalked into the living room, caught Frank's eye and winked at him. Then I paced the length of the room, hands on hips, nose in the air. Trying to project the image of the corporate ice goddess. The grey tweed jacket fit as if it had been made just for me. I reached the end of the room, paused for a count of three, then turned and slowly walked back, stopping in front of Frank.
I posed for him, one hip thrust out, teasingly fiddling with my jacket buttons, then began to undo them, one by one. When they were all undone, I slipped the jacket off one shoulder, batting my eyes at Frank coquettishly, then slid it down my other shoulder before whipping it off altogether and tossing it on a nearby chair.
I walked around the room once more, then removed the white blouse. Savoring the way Frank's eyes caressed my breasts in the tight black bra. I swayed back and forth to music that only I could hear as I grabbed the waistband of my skirt and slowly worked it down over my hips until it slithered to the floor to pool around my feet. Somehow I managed to step out of the pile of material without snagging my heels, and then I stood there for a long moment, hands on hips, giving Frank my best sexy model pout. I knew I looked good in my black bra and panties and smoke-colored thigh highs. Judging from his red face and heavy breathing, Frank knew it too.
I stood there, giving him a good long look, then I abruptly turned around, gathered up my discarded clothes, and left the room without a backward glance. I could feel his eyes on my ass the whole way.