Fire

I dress for you. Everyday I dress for your eyes only. I don't know why I just do. We're in a relationship. Not an intimate one, but we are friends. That counts for something right? So I take my time, with you in mind of course. I linger over my panties. It takes some time because I imagine that although you'll never see them, there's a chance you may. In some strange twisted parallel universe I see you seeing me. I settle on red. Not only is it your color, our color, but it's the last color I saw you in. Like the fire you've lit inside of me, red burns. The panties I select are hardly noticeable from any distance or any angle. The barley there lace leaves little to the imagination. I planned it this way. I want you see so much that you taste it and crave it. I want your desire. As I ponder my socks I land on thigh highs. I've now created an image you can't look away from. I want you to not just see me but feel me. To be so enveloped in the scenario I've constructed that the sight translates to touch. And when you spy my thigh highs I want you to imagine them being slowly rolled up my now oiled legs and you being one step closer to fulfilling your wildest fantasy. One at a time as I watch you watching me I bend at the waist. With my ass facing you I gaze over my shoulder and I take my time. With just a hint of leg visible from the side, I watch you watch me, as they unfold over my bare skin. You're now fighting the urge to sit still as your eyes survey my body from my toes to my thighs, to the lace barely covering my ass. I have a matching bra. It's one of my favorites. And even though I'll be wearing it all day in a public place I smile at the insanity. Although it supports my breast, my nipples are exposed. I know the material of any shirt I wear today will awaken my senses, but I also know that nothing could ever awaken me the way you do. And why should I hide that from you? I close my eyes as I reach around and clasp the closure to my bra. You're still here. Stalking me. Watching me. Wanting me as I want you. I gather my clothing. The clothing I'll wear to hide my desire for you. But I know you know what's beneath this mask. I can see it in your eyes. That fire. I know what it looks like. What feels like. What it taste like. I have it too. There's an inferno burning within and with every step and shift of my thigh highs, every brush of this mask against my nipples and the rub of my pants against my crotch and my ass, I burn. I burn for you. From the inside out from this fire you’ve set in me. I burn as you burn for me.