I finally appraise myself in the mirror, smoky eyed make-up, and full red lips flawless. Killer blush on my perfectly made up face. My see-through under dress over black lace lingerie which has pushed and perked everything up. High cut lines and seductive contouring making my body look awesome. I topped it all off with lace edge top black stockings, suspenders, and a look on my face of pure unadulterated lust.

I slide my feet into the black stilettos I take everywhere, like a security blanket; and spritz perfume on across my bulging cleavage. This underwear does me wonders so I spill seductively, straining breasts above the low cut of the dress and I bronze between them to enhance them some more.

Can always use a little extra help.

The panties are a thong that shows clearly under the shimmering dress, everything made for seduction and I’m mighty pleased with myself.

Look at you go, girl.

I pick up my phone with a smile. I’ve been up here for about an hour and a half now, there isn’t much time before dinner tonight. Most of the company get changed into formal attire to eat, according to Sylvana. So, if I ask him to come zip me up then he will just assume I’m dressing for dinner. I text him and wait, standing in the center of the room, my blonde hair extra wild and falling over one eye, one hand on my hip as I pose.

I need your assistance in zipping up my dress for dinner, and your opinion as to whether I’m underdressed. xxx

and if I fail at my before dinner seduction then it will easily pull over what I’m wearing, leaving him a clear image throughout the meal. The

on hips, jutting out my bust toward him with a look of ‘fuck me’ on my face. He regards me up and down, slowly, and physically changes into immediate apprehension as I see the confidence waver in his eye. I’ve at least thrown him, so I give myself brownie points for that. He moves past me, his eyes unable to tear free, saying nothing but goes and picks my dress off the bed

seductively and his mouth parts in response, he sighs heavily. Those green

where have you

nervous, like a tongue-tied teen. I’m waiting on him, starting to fumble with the dress, he looks ready to combust. He’s never met overly sexual and forward Emma.

me, and I kept everyone at a firm distance? Look at

looking how to drape it on me. He’s already changed into a dark shirt and pants, looking devastating as always with freshly styled hair and I wonder when he came

the dress so he can hold it open for me to step into, his eyes skimming me achingly as he pulls it up my body and over the

doesn’t trust himself to touch me. Strike

open my lips mere millimeters from him, seeing him stop. He doesn’t move just waits, anticipating my kiss. Eyes heavily focused on my mouth, every muscle in his face pausing and waiting and that overwhelming lust radiating from his expression. I tilt my head, breathe on

brow as he pulls the dress the rest of the way up with attitude. His eyes narrow and he spins me, zipping me up a little forcefully and smacking me hard on my

in the delicious

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