was beautiful.
She’d be damned if she’d fail. This was her time to shine
and today at the convention that was just what she planned to do.
In the lobby, she had the doorman hail her a cab. At this
hour it wasn’t safe for a woman alone to hop the subway or walk the streets.
Barelegged, she crawled into the backseat and smiled the whole way home.
Chapter Six
On a normal day, the lack of sleep would have made her
grumpy, but not today. A renewed sense of self-worth flowed in her veins and
she couldn’t—no, wouldn’t—fail. Temair made every effort to talk, peddle and
praise her designs to each and every person who came within six feet of her
booth.
This was her day and she knew it. It didn’t hurt she was
aware of the sensation her hose was giving her legs. She liked the subtle hiss
as she walked or crossed her legs. It made her pussy clench, knowing she wore
no panties, just the soft nylon against her clean-shaven flesh. Every move
tickled her sensitive lower lips and hardened her clit. Working all day on
spiked heels took on a whole new meaning, thanks to Evan. High heels and hose
were now an everyday wardrobe necessity as far as she was concerned. Her legs
never felt so stimulated and neither had her sex.
What did he have in store for her to learn next?
Anticipation kept her energy geared on high.
On and off, she caught herself scanning the crowd for him.
Each glimpse of a bald head set her pulse racing and her inner muscles
tightened. When closer inspection determined it not to be him, disappointment
only fueled her desire. Nothing was stopping her today.
When the buyer for one of the world’s leaders in watch
design stopped at her booth, Temair didn’t falter. Instead she whipped out a
drawing of several ideas she had for interchangeable jeweled watchbands and
faces. He was so impressed he handed her his business card, and set a time to
meet with her during the following week.
The moment he was out of sight, she flopped in the chair to
catch her breath. Damn. Growing a backbone and facing her fears felt
good. Or maybe it was the phenomenal sex. The phone rang and she laughed as she
looked at the caller ID.
“You watching me again?” she teased when she answered.
“Wish I was,” he stated. A hint of sadness laced his sexy accent
and had her sitting upright. “I’m en route to the airport. Have to fly to
London this afternoon.”
“Oh.” Temair’s stomach dropped. He was leaving, just when
things were heating up. But what did she expect? He lived an entire ocean away.
“Temair, thanks for the gift. It’ll remind me of you,
always.”
An unstoppable grin crossed her lips and her spirits lifted
when she heard the unmistakable rustle of nylon and his deep inhale through the
phone. He liked what she left behind. Maybe it wasn’t a bad idea after all.
Stretching her legs, she slipped off her pumps and rubbed her hose-covered feet
together, enjoying the friction and the phantom feel of his hands on her feet
she knew she would never forget.
“I almost didn’t do that.” She bit her lower lip. Goose bumps
rose along the flesh of her arms at the memory of the sensation of him slipping
them off last night. Hearing he liked that she left them hanging on the
doorknob made her legs tingle.
“I’m glad you did. I wanted to spend another evening with
you. There’s so much more we could explore…” She heard his heavy intake of air
and sensed he was truly disappointed he had to leave. “This matter came up
suddenly this morning.”
“I understand.” Temair sat tall and tried to sound
diplomatic, hoping he didn’t hear her sadness. What she really wanted was round
two in the lesson of erotic foot and leg play, but now…
“Business before pleasure,” she added on a false, cheery
note.
“That seems to be the way of the world. If things were
different…” His voice trailed as if deciding it was best not to finish his
thought. After clearing his throat, he added in a promising
She’d be damned if she’d fail. This was her time to shine
and today at the convention that was just what she planned to do.
In the lobby, she had the doorman hail her a cab. At this
hour it wasn’t safe for a woman alone to hop the subway or walk the streets.
Barelegged, she crawled into the backseat and smiled the whole way home.
Chapter Six
On a normal day, the lack of sleep would have made her
grumpy, but not today. A renewed sense of self-worth flowed in her veins and
she couldn’t—no, wouldn’t—fail. Temair made every effort to talk, peddle and
praise her designs to each and every person who came within six feet of her
booth.
This was her day and she knew it. It didn’t hurt she was
aware of the sensation her hose was giving her legs. She liked the subtle hiss
as she walked or crossed her legs. It made her pussy clench, knowing she wore
no panties, just the soft nylon against her clean-shaven flesh. Every move
tickled her sensitive lower lips and hardened her clit. Working all day on
spiked heels took on a whole new meaning, thanks to Evan. High heels and hose
were now an everyday wardrobe necessity as far as she was concerned. Her legs
never felt so stimulated and neither had her sex.
What did he have in store for her to learn next?
Anticipation kept her energy geared on high.
On and off, she caught herself scanning the crowd for him.
Each glimpse of a bald head set her pulse racing and her inner muscles
tightened. When closer inspection determined it not to be him, disappointment
only fueled her desire. Nothing was stopping her today.
When the buyer for one of the world’s leaders in watch
design stopped at her booth, Temair didn’t falter. Instead she whipped out a
drawing of several ideas she had for interchangeable jeweled watchbands and
faces. He was so impressed he handed her his business card, and set a time to
meet with her during the following week.
The moment he was out of sight, she flopped in the chair to
catch her breath. Damn. Growing a backbone and facing her fears felt
good. Or maybe it was the phenomenal sex. The phone rang and she laughed as she
looked at the caller ID.
“You watching me again?” she teased when she answered.
“Wish I was,” he stated. A hint of sadness laced his sexy accent
and had her sitting upright. “I’m en route to the airport. Have to fly to
London this afternoon.”
“Oh.” Temair’s stomach dropped. He was leaving, just when
things were heating up. But what did she expect? He lived an entire ocean away.
“Temair, thanks for the gift. It’ll remind me of you,
always.”
An unstoppable grin crossed her lips and her spirits lifted
when she heard the unmistakable rustle of nylon and his deep inhale through the
phone. He liked what she left behind. Maybe it wasn’t a bad idea after all.
Stretching her legs, she slipped off her pumps and rubbed her hose-covered feet
together, enjoying the friction and the phantom feel of his hands on her feet
she knew she would never forget.
“I almost didn’t do that.” She bit her lower lip. Goose bumps
rose along the flesh of her arms at the memory of the sensation of him slipping
them off last night. Hearing he liked that she left them hanging on the
doorknob made her legs tingle.
“I’m glad you did. I wanted to spend another evening with
you. There’s so much more we could explore…” She heard his heavy intake of air
and sensed he was truly disappointed he had to leave. “This matter came up
suddenly this morning.”
“I understand.” Temair sat tall and tried to sound
diplomatic, hoping he didn’t hear her sadness. What she really wanted was round
two in the lesson of erotic foot and leg play, but now…
“Business before pleasure,” she added on a false, cheery
note.
“That seems to be the way of the world. If things were
different…” His voice trailed as if deciding it was best not to finish his
thought. After clearing his throat, he added in a promising
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