She was amused at how controlled he always was. His demeanour professional, his ways polite, his appearance carefully put together...as if on show, nothing more.
Often, she was tempted, like a naughty child, to step on his shiny polished shoes, wandering what would happen. She felt there was more to him though. What gave it all away...that facade of controlled perfection...was the fact that he was accepting of her questionable choice of shoes.
They called for attention... not of the right sort...well, societal standards would classify her platform heels as unsavoury and perfect for a street corner hook up.

And the fact, that an amused slightly masked, turn up of the lips, accompanied by a devilish glint welcome... was readily shared, with a hug close to his pristine ironed shirt, at any corporate get together, where jackets were a must, and ties a definite...and wives and women dressed as if fashioned in the mould of the Stepford wife, wearing sensibly appropriate shoes...confirmed it even more.

He was in hiding...possibly had to be, considering his designation and influence in the circle of corporate movers and shakers.
Yet, he always welcomed her and her shoes....never saying anything .
On those occasions with a rueful smile, she always made sure to be a little considerate and not shake the boat too much...taking care that her garments were of the most tasteful style...neither too flashy, neither too run of the mill...still befitting of the function attended.
Each and every time they were together, she waited for him to reveal his true self...each and every time she knew they were closer to that point.

And, tonight...the function no different from any other, the group of people no less contrite in behaviour and conversation...she felt him like never before.
An air of sexiness hung heavy between them. Their comfortable silence, obvious in the body language others could observe but, most obvious was his like of her...envy seating itself in the spirit of many a female attending.

"Come," said he, placing his hand in the small of her back, directing her to their table.
Pulling her chair out, he leaned toward her and whispered..."i love the scent of your sexiness..."
She could feel a tightening in the pit of her belly, a tightening deep in her womanness...a tingle most lustful.
And, as he sat down, he undid the top button of his shirt and loosened his tie..." i want your panties", he whispered in her ear.

She smiled...there it was....the control gone....
With a wriggle and a stoop she pulled her lacy pantie off, wandering what next...
She didn't have to wander too long...his hand reached out and ran up her inner thigh , finding its way to her naked softness...a gentle massage of her warm wetness, looking her straight in the eyes he said..." give them to me ..."


RB.

...a function that sets the mood for bedroom play...goodnight beautiful world.

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