Home Alone (2)

They scrambled quickly up the stairs. She was in the lead, and the short skirt did nothing to hide her modesty - she felt his hand on her thigh, stroking gently up and down, his fingers brushing on her pussy as they moved.

Distractions

The sound of another explosion ripped through the room, and more gunfire. Her boyfriend sat in front of the huge TV screen, desperately tapping away on the little plastic controller, almost snapping it in two in frustration as he died again.

Overtime (1)

Her fingers traced slowly over the purple briefs. She could feel the swollen lips that pressed back against her fingertips, and she smiled, moving her fingers up to the clit.

It felt so good, those fingers on her clit. She shuddered, trying to stay completely silent. She couldn't help it, and a few squeaked moans escaped from her.

Numbers

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Peep Show

She couldn’t see their eyes, but she knew they were watching. That was the point. She took a deep breath, her breasts rising - to the delight of her audience - as she stepped forward, towards her co-performer.

Guess Who (again).

The cold air from the window ruffled the long white curtain behind her, breezing over her flat, taut stomach and bringing a cute little shiver to her shoulders. The lingerie gave her almost no protection from the wind, but it made her feel unbelievably sexy.

Panties...

Panties look best around the ankles. His words, a simple statement that she knew was really a command, echoed in her mind as she hooked her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her translucent black thong. The lace tickled her skin as she pulled her panties down, and then got on her knees.

Stockings

Her fingers tripped easily down the buttons of her shirt, popping each one out without hesitation, allowing the fabric to fall open and expose her soft, voluptuous cleavage. The cool air was divine against her skin and she waved the edges of the garment a few times to enjoy the breeze. Then, slowly, gently, with his eyes watching her, she slipped the shirt down one arm, then another, and tossed it onto the back of the chair.