I want to walk into a room, softly lit with candles, some romantic music playing in the background. I am wearing a short little black dress, sleeveless, of course. Strappy black heels adorn my legs with the flesh colored thigh-highs held up by a black garter belt. I saunter through the doorway, tilt my head and coyly look up and across the room to the bed, the candles placed just so that the light is dim---subtle, but I can see him across the room. He is sitting in a chair, not looking at me, looking past me, so as to not stare. I lick my lips in a suggestive manner then bite my bottom lip slowly as I look in his direction, just to try to catch his eye.
It works. I place one foot in front of the other, and slide through the doorway and over to the desk. I take my hands and run them through my hair as I tilt my head all the way back exposing my neck. I let out a soft sigh and place my leg onto the desk. I undo the clasp on the thin strap of the heel and slip the shoe off, my leg at just the right angle so he can see I am wearing a garter belt, but no panties. I put my leg down and then do the same with the other shoe. I glance over and see him eying my legs, working his way up my skirt with those bedroom eyes. I can't help but to lick my lips once more in a playful sort of ecstasy as I notice him watching me. I can already feel myself getting excited, but I suppress it, so I may play with him a little more.