It started with a skirt. A tight, black leather skirt, that stopped half way down my thighs. I had grabbed it from the hanger and slipped it on, it clung to my curves and drew all eyes to my buttocks. It hugged my waist and in the small space between where it ended and my long black boots began, I watched you eagerly catch a glimpse of the smooth skin that was in between. Not too much, that would be excessive, but just enough to spark your interest. Subtle and inviting. Exactly how I’d planned. A mysterious and tantalising gateway to whatever secrets were hidden underneath that soft, black fabric. A simple skirt, unassuming and yet unashamedly flaunting endless possibilities.
Who is that woman? That’s what you want to know. Caramel skin and long dark hair, cascading past my shoulders. You’re looking closer now, I can feel it. Your green eyes are boring into me, looking past my clothes now and searching for more. Hungrily roaming my body, down from my neck to my shoulders, over my torso and down, lower still until you have taken in my whole form. It’s all you can do to guess. You’re imagining how my skin would feel underneath your fingers. How my breasts look as they rise and fall with my breath. Whether I smell as good as you are fantasising about. What I might taste like, if chance allowed for your tongue to explore mine in a battle of wills. Do I bite, you wonder? You think I have kind eyes. A flirtatious smile. I’m sitting in the corner of a dimly lit room, a fellow guest at the party. You have been watching me for a while; you’re not subtle at all. And I’m not stupid. I smile at you, invitingly. You accept my invitation. My heart is racing.
