Lastly she slid into her black patent stilettos, not too tall but the sort that men noticed before they looked up to see what delight was cemented into them. He tugged at them gently as she wriggled her hips and they slid to the ground and she was out of them. He walked over to the edge of the bed and sat facing her. It was now one minute past nine. He was holding her bra which she slipped on a tucked herself into and he then passed her blouse and skirt. She choose not to wear any tights or stockings, it was just too hot plus her legs were tanning nicely along with her arms and chest that were offset by the whiteness of the blouse. He was holding her bra which she slipped on a tucked herself into and he then passed her blouse and skirt. As the hot shower washed away the traces of the night before she pondered what to wear but her head was a whirlwind of confusion.
