Va-va-voom! (not)
I was wearing my new, black, see-through, Ann Summers number with silky black stockings. Over the top I had on a hip-hugging pencil skirt and a lacy red top. All very clingy. And I wore my stiletto-heeled boots for good measure.
I hid everything bar the boots underneath my coat and drove up to the station to collect Charles.
When we arrived back at my flat I pulled him in through the front door. I slid my coat from my shoulders and let it fall to the floor, showing him what was on offer. He liked!
I moved into the kitchen and began to prepare our food - honey roast parsnips.
"Charles!" I called, "Would you come in here and take off my boots?"
He obliged and, bending down at my feet, took off my boots, one at a time, sliding his hands up my legs as he did so. I heard an appreciative "Mmm!" from below. He stood up and squeezed his arms around my waist. I could feel things stirring just where they ought to be stirring...
"Now take off my top!" I sighed, seductively.
There was a pause.
"Oh no, let's do that later." he said.
Eh?
"I'm trying to seduce you!" I prompted, just in case he hadn't spotted it.
"Yes, I know, but can't we do that after tea?"
* * *
I obviously have less va-va-voom than a parsnip!
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