*All characters are above the age of 21, and all simarities to names, characters and places, fictional or non-fictional, are purely coincidental*
It had become something of a secret obsession. Every time you visited Ms. Holmes' house to help with errands as a side-gig to your new corporate job, your eyes wandered--lingering on the hallway leading to her bedroom. She was confident, stylish, and effortlessly alluring. Everything about her seemed larger than life, even down to the clothes she wore.
And today, there it was again--the irresistible pull of curiosity. As you set down a package, you noticed her bedroom door slightly ajar. The soft scent of her perfume--floral, warm, and unmistakable--filled the room. On the neatly folded pile of laundry near the bed was something that made your breath hitch: a matching set of lingerie.
A Panache Envy bra in rich burgundy lace, size 38G, lay on top of a pair of coordinating knickers--full briefs with delicate lace panels, the same color and brand. The knickers were practical but undeniably elegant, with a size tag that read 2XL. You hesitated, your heart thudding in your chest. The soft lace, the fine detail... it was hypnotic. You ran your fingers lightly over the fabric, the cool satin trim smooth against your skin.
You were lost in the moment when the front door clicked shut. Your body tensed as footsteps echoed down the hallway. The door creaked open behind you, and there she stood--Ms. Holmes, leaning casually against the frame, a slow, knowing smile playing on her lips.
"Well," she said, her voice calm but laced with something playful, "I wasn't expecting company in here."
Heat rose in your face as you struggled to find words, but she didn't seem surprised. In fact, she seemed amused. Her eyes flicked to the items in your hand, then back to you. "Curiosity, hmm?" She took a step closer, her heels tapping softly on the floor. "You've always had that look in your eyes."
Her confidence was magnetic, disarming. "Tell me," she continued, folding her arms. "Were you just admiring the craftsmanship, or... something else?"
The air grew thick with tension. You opened your mouth to speak, but she placed a finger gently to your lips, silencing you. "Shh. No need to explain."
Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in, her breath warm against your ear. "Let's see how far your curiosity goes."
Without waiting for an answer, she stepped back and nodded toward the living room. "Join me for tea," she said with an amused glint in her eye.
You followed her in a daze, your pulse still racing. She moved with effortless grace, each movement deliberate, every glance calculated. "Chamomile or Earl Grey?" she asked, her tone casual but dripping with confidence.
"Chamomile," you managed, your voice barely above a whisper.
As she poured the tea, your eyes wandered again. Draped over a chair was another stunning set--a PrimaDonna Madison bra in soft ivory lace, size 38G, with matching full briefs, their delicate floral pattern both modest and luxurious. She caught you staring again and smirked. "Ah, Madison. Always dependable. Perfect mix of comfort and style," she said. "PrimaDonna never disappoints."
You swallowed hard, unable to form a coherent response. The tea steamed between you, but neither of you touched it. Ms. Holmes leaned forward, her eyes never leaving yours. "How long have you been this curious?" she asked, her voice silky and low.
You hesitated, searching for an answer, but she didn't give you a chance to respond. "Come here," she said, patting the cushion beside her.
You obeyed, your pulse quickening as you sat down. She leaned in close, her voice barely a breath. "There's something thrilling about secrets," she whispered. "Especially when they're ours alone."
Her fingers brushed your arm, light at first, then lingering with purpose. "I could show you things," she said, her voice soft and teasing. "Things you've only imagined. All you have to do... is say yes."
