Prepare for a rendezvous

She stands before the mirror for what feels like hours. Fishnet stockings in one hand, sheer black nylons in the other. The corset is already laced tight. Black against pale skin. She decides on the nylons. They match. They cling. When the doorbell rings she smooths her hands down the front of the corset and opens the door. He steps inside and looks at her like he's starving. His eyes move from her lips to the swell of her breasts above the corset, then lower. She can feel the heat coming off him. He kisses her hard. One hand already reaching for the zipper at her back. The other slips between her thighs, pressing against the thin fabric covering her. She doesn't stop him. He drops to his knees. Hands slide up her legs, slow and deliberate, until he reaches the tops of her stockings. He kisses the inside of her thigh through the nylon. Then he peels them down. Inch by inch. She watches him. Feels her breath catch when he pushes her back against the wall and hooks her leg over his shoulder. His mouth finds her. Wet. Eager. He licks her through the thin strip of silk between her legs before tugging it aside. Tongue flat and insistent. She grips his hair. Moans. The corset stays on for now. The rest can wait.