Classic look

I slip on that satin garter belt with its lace overlay and everything shifts. The fabric sits low on my hips, cool at first, then warms against my skin. I clip the snow-white stockings into place, one by one, watching the pale nylon stretch over my thighs. The contrast is sharp: black lace against porcelain skin, a secret flash of pale stocking tops beneath the skirt hem. I feel sexy the moment the last clip snaps shut. I know they feel it, too. There is nothing wrong with wanting eyes on you. I just want to be charming. That is all.