Naughty in red

She picked the red lingerie for tonight. A matching set hugged her body, the color loud against her skin. The fishnet stockings came next—bold, over-the-knee, sheer where it counted. Once they were on, she stepped into open sandals. Straps crossed her ankles, leaving the stockings on full display. She sat back, legs stretched, and let her fingers wander. One hand slid along the mesh, tracing the pattern where it met her thighs. The other tugged lightly at a strap, testing the give. She pressed her heel into the sole, flexed her toes, and watched the way the net shifted over her arches. Slow strokes at first, then firmer, pressing through the fabric until the pressure hit exactly where she wanted it. She switched feet, repeated the motion, letting out small breaths each time the sensation sharpened. Every touch stayed close to the edge, pulling back just before it tipped over.