Evening dress-up

She stands in front of the mirror, smoothing the black dress over her hips. Her eyes drop to her legs, the black net stockings stretched tight against pale skin. She runs her hand down one thigh, then the other, feeling the pattern press into her flesh. The chair is close. She sits, crosses her legs, uncrosses them again. Her fingers trace the edge of the stockings where lace meets skin. The movement becomes a slow, rolling shift of her hips against the seat. She leans back, lets her knees fall open, and her hand slips under the hem of the dress. The dildo waits on the table beside her. She reaches for it without hesitation, brings it between her thighs, and presses the head against the thin fabric of her panties. Her breath catches as she pushes the lace aside and slides the toy inside her in one smooth motion. She keeps her eyes on her legs, watching the way the stockings shift with every thrust of her wrist. Each stroke is deliberate. She bites her lip, works the silicone deeper, faster, until her thighs tremble and her free hand grips the arm of the chair hard enough to whiten her knuckles.