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to herself. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. And she did have quite a bit to gain. She took a deep breath, went back into the living room, and sat in a chair across from Paul. She demurely crossed her legs.
    “You changed your clothes,” Paul said as he glanced up from the TV. Tracy was now wearing a tight black skirt with a long slit up one side. She had on a white blouse that closed up the front with fifteen buttons, only ten of which were buttoned, black stockings, and black shoes with five-inch spike heels.
    “And you look… different.” Paul’s eyes wandered over her body.
    She had put her makeup on differently, with more drama around the eyes. Her lipstick was a deep shade of red, which matched the shade she had used on her nails. “Do you like the look?” she asked seductively.
    “Yeah, I do. You look great. Are you going to come over and sit next to me while we watch the movie?” Paul patted the cushion next to him as he began hesitantly to describe the movie he had intended to watch. His eyes never left Tracy’s body.
    While he talked, Tracy began to run her finger up and down her neck as she played with her large golden hoop earrings. As her fingers moved idly, they strayed to her chest and one finger slid into the valley between her breasts. Gradually she became aware that Paul had stopped talking and was just watching her finger stroke up and down the center of her chest. She loved the feeling of his eyes on her, of having his undivided attention.
    She reached over and picked up her wineglass and sipped a bit. She swallowed and then ran her tongue around her lips, very slowly.
    She uncrossed and recrossed her legs, allowing the slit to fall open. Tracy had always been proud of her long, shapely legs, which were shown off to their best advantage in her black stockings.
    As she watched Paul’s eyes, darkened with lust, caress her legs, she was suddenly very turned on. It felt like a stranger was watching her do something very bad.
    She reached up and unbuttoned three more buttons. She had bought a lacy white bra that hooked in the front. She had deliberately bought it one cup size too small so that it pushed her breasts up and deepened her cleavage.
    “I’ve never seen you like this, Tracy,” Paul said as he licked his lips.
    At that moment, Tracy was afraid that he would add something that would break the spell and she would lose her nerve, but all he said was, “I like what I see.”
    Tracy could feel her nipples harden under Paul’s scrutiny and they pressed against the cups of her bra. She continued to unbutton her blouse until it fell open. Paul was staring at her breasts, which spilled out of the tight lace.
    Tracy sat up and leaned forward to give Paul a better view while she removed the blouse. Then she dropped it on the floor. She sipped her wine as Paul’s eyes looked her over from head to foot.
    On a whim, she took the chilled glass and ran it over her upper chest and across her upper abdomen. The cold was very erotic and the moisture from the outside of the glass made her skin shine. She put the glass down and used her fingertips to spread the film of moisture around her abdomen and ribs.
    Paul reached for his glass and took a long drink, but his eyes never left Tracy’s fingers as they wandered over her skin.
    She recrossed her legs and her skirt rode still higher. A thin line of pink flesh was now exposed above the tops of her stockings.
    “You never wore stockings like that before,” Paul said hoarsely.
    “I never did a lot of things before,” Tracy said. The line sounded corny, but Paul didn’t seem to mind. He just continued to stare.
    After a moment, Tracy reached down and unhooked the bra. She let it fall open, but her breasts remained in the cups. She watched Paul’s hands as he idly ran his fingers over the rough fabric on the sofa. It was as though his fingers craved sensation, any sensation.
    Slowly, Tracy’s fingers danced up and down between her breasts until