Lingerie, Undergarments
2…3…4…5…6. Six times that little strap had slipped down, just for her to push back up again; a little black piece of material, no wider than a half-inch. 7. It had just made another appearance, only to again be tucked away out of sight. That little piece of material kept slipping out, as if to tease him, to tempt him, to see if he would chance her wrath.
Her outfit was put together so as to present a casual professional appearance. The sleeveless button-up green blouse and the khaki pencil skirt she was wearing would definitely fit the bill, but for him that little strap completely ruins the effect for him. That little strap cast her every move in an exotic new light, every move looking completely sexual.
8. The little devil had made its appearance again. Only half aware of what he was doing, he crossed the few feet to where she was working and pulled her into him, kissing her, letting his hands travel to her shoulders. His thumbs slipping inside her shirt to lightly play with both straps. Then she was jerking away and as her hand smacked across cheek—he remembered they were supposed to be reshelving books. They had volunteered at the local library. Going back to where he was working, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted her slight movement.
9.