My heart pounding, lust racing, my life depending on you watching. Seeing. Wanting.
I had taken my time; shaving every inch of my form, lingering over my legs, my thighs, finally culminating with wanton sensuality at my sex.
Slow, slowly, each stroke of the razor speaking volumes, making exquisite promises. To make you hunger, your passion smoulder.
I see you!
The stragetically placed mirror has given you away. At last, my weeks of planning mean something. The lace panties left drying on the radiator, a single white stocking draped accidentally across a pillow, the 4" black heels peeking from under the valance. Even your copy of Look finding its way to the top of the pile each morning; the make-up tips folded over and dog-eared.
Now I have an audience, feminine instincts become honed. I finish my intricate attack on the fine hair of my thighs, patting them gently dry with a towel of purest white, showing off my light tan.
Smoothing on the creamy lotion, using senuous fingers to tease and stroke. So important for beautifully soft skin. It's all just for you, my keen voyeur.
Are you still watching? Oh yes. My, arent you blushing! What would your girlfriend say if she knew you were touching?
A giggle escapes my lips. I make it very obvious that I'm leaving the bathroom, giving you ample time to hide.
I tip toe to my room, a pretence of modesty in each step, the towel carelessly held around my waist. My shaven legs uncovered, my budding breasts exposed. Too obvious to be by accident, don't you think my ardent admirer?
My things are where I left them on the black duvet. The colour no accident, perfectly suited to showing off my latest prizes. I can't help but caress each one lovingly.
Created in simply stunning white satin with purple lace edging, my b-cup bra, is first to be donned; expert hands making light work of the fastenings. Next, my deep waisted suspender belt. I just can't resist running my hands over the sensuous lace panels and down the wide straps.
Gracefully, I sit on the edge of the bed, after making sure I have your full attention of course.
Carefully rolling a seamed white stocking, I ease my pink painted toes into nylon heaven. Gently easing the sheer material up super sensitive skin, smoothing as I go. My other leg follows. Oh these feel so nice! With practiced movements they are both attached faultlessly to the belt. A slight adjustment and the magic is almost complete.
I then slip on matching panties, shivering at their luxurious silky smoothness.
Standing, I do a little twirl in the full length mirror. God I look hot. I run my hands over my feminine figure, anticipation growing.
At the dressing table I need to decide - demure or slutty? I plump for subtle and quickly apply light foundation, feathered pale brown eye-shadow, eye-liner with a light flick at the corners, a small dusting of blusher, lip liner and my new delectable fuscia tinted lip stick.