Straightening her posture, once more, she stood tall and turned to face him as he lowered his hands and replaced them, the palms facing downward on the arms of the chair. Still his eyes were covered but his sense of hearing had already adapted and he was pre-empting her movements. His face followed her as if he could see. She smiled down at him for a moment, as if again considering his fate. Next, she raised one of her gloriously clad legs and hooked her foot on the corner of the chair arm, missing his fingertips by a hair's breadth.
She continued to smile at him wickedly, as if an idea had formed in her mind, and hooked up her skirt to slow the tops of her supple thighs and a hint of her knickers.
"Remove your blindfold!" She demanded, dropping her smile, lest he see it.
He reached behind his head and fumbled for a moment at the well tied knot until eventually the silk slid down over his nose and rested just below his chin. He left it there, not wishing to bother himself with such a technicality at this present moment in time. Keeping his eyes closed he moved his face back to her direction and returned his hands to their original position.
"Watch me, now!" She requested with a slight lilt to her voice now.
He opened his eyes and blinked in the half light. He startled at the sight of her beautiful foot so close to his own hand and wondered to himself if he might dare to reach out and touch her boot. She cleared her throat with a cursory cough as if to demand his attention and instantly he refocused his gaze upon her. Stunned he realised that he could just spy a glimpse of a red crotch between her strong thighs and he immediately squirmed in his seat. She was such an arousing vision stood there before him; such sweet torment. She was now stood directly in his space with her left leg raised at an angle which gave him the most superb view of her. He knew this was her plan and wallowed in the delight of her intuitive control of him. Her left hand was resting on her thigh casually as she raised her right hand and drew a line along the outside of her right thigh, gently hooking the hem of her skirt with her finger and raising it a centimetre or so higher. His breaths shortened further and he continued to fidget in the chair. He was certain that his trousers were now soaked as a result of his continued arousal but did not care to look. He was, now, in this moment, totally transfixed by her.
Slowly, and methodically, she purposefully moved her right hand. Tracing the outline of the leg of her underwear she mapped out her own curves before him, finally resting her finger tips just over her pubic mound. There her hand stopped for a few moments provoking him further.
