YOU CAN LEAVE YOUR HAT ON
AN EROTIC STORY BY M.
Tonight, I’ve got a sexy surprise for you: an enticing striptease act!
I chose something beautiful to put on. Or rather, to take off...
A tight blouse with lots of small buttons, done up all the way. A knee-length pencil skirt. Neat, strict eve.
Lingerie with many straps and hooks. My new lingerie by Coco de Mer. The seductive Seraphine soft cup bra, an underwire-less bra with beautiful lace and a striking cleavage.
Below the soft cup bra, a few sexy pasties by Fräulein Kink: I don't want to expose everything too hastily. A matching lace thong and suspenders, a supsenderbelt with long straps that make my legs look extra long. Thin black stockings by Maison Close, not too bold, but sophisticated, chic. Classic black high heels, with 12-inch stiletto heels. And to top it off: a black bowler hat borrowed from a friend of mine. With a smile I hum, ‘You can leave your hat on’.
My stockings and heels won't have to come off later, I know that of you. You think it’s absolutely gorgeous and it gets you excited if I keep these on.
We will see how long you can control yourself.
When I enter the living room, you look surprised.
I tap on my phone to start the playlist I made this morning. The volume loud but exactly right.
The brass-blowers blast into the living room, together with the dark brown, ragged voice of Joe Cocker.
Baby take of your coat...Real slow
I dance slowly, swaying to the rhythm the music right in front of you. Watching is allowed, touching is not. At least, not yet.
The buttons of my blouse, the zipper of my skirt. Teasingly, slowly, I reveal my lace bra, the little thong.
I feel the tension rising when I release the closure of my bra. I cover myself with my arms when it springs loose.
I give you a glimpse, another one, then turn around and put my hands on top of my bowler hat.
Raise your arms into the air...
Your eyes are boring into my bare back, greedily enjoying ogling my buttocks and legs.
When I turn around, my breasts freed, my nipples shining red, I see you’re all hot an bothered. Very VERY much so.
I hook my thumbs behind the string. Centimeter, no, millimeter for millimeter, I pull down the lace thong.
I lean forward deeply as I slide it down my long legs. You look at my full breasts, delectably natural.
The thong catches behind my pointy heel; I take it off, stand on one leg, throw it at you.
Joe sings one last time that I can leave my hat on.
The next song in my playlist now in the background: a funky guitar, a sultry ambiance.
Want to buy a new car...
You get up, naked, excited, impatient.
I deliberately walk slowly to the comfortable lounge couch. I sit back, lie down and invitingly spread my legs.
You eagerly admire my shiny stockings, my long, well-shaped legs, my naked, shameless femininity.
With my index finger, I beckon you to come hither. The bowler hat makes my gaze even more seductive.
I see your erect masculinity, handsome, hard and large. Your ravishing strong body now between my soft thighs, your hands on my hips.
I look at you while we make love, your whole body follows the funky rhythm of the music, slowly, relaxed, delicious.
Lord, it's a real mother for ya...
~ * ~
The Pleasurements boutique is open again! It's a pleasure to welcome you back to our House of Pleasurements. It is also still possible to exclusively book an private appointment. With pleasure, Rebecca & the ladies of Pleasurements