A Downtown Moment

"Yes Ma'am", I answered softly.

"Good girl," she said, "now start."

Keeping my eyes firmly on hers and enjoying her wicked smile, I slowly but surely removed my shoes first – her eyes noticing the sheerness of my pantyhose (as I love to go without socks on days when I dress like this) – my jacket went next, followed by my trousers and shirt. Once fully undressed I felt a little 'incomplete' without heels and mentioned this to her. Loretta got up and opened her side cabinet and took out a pair of heels she keeps for wearing around the office – they were a low-heeled, slip-on in plain black with a simple wide band across the foot – somewhat simple, but suited my attire nicely. While her feet are smaller than mine, they fitted well enough being a simple slip-on.

"There my girl, now you're fully dressed as a sissy should be," she stated. Leaning forward she started to run her hands over my nylon-encased legs, "Mmmmm, these are nice – they feel so soft but have a really nice sheen to them," she commented. "What did you say the brand was?" she asked. I told her and she commented that she would have to get some. "Now turn slowly for me so I can get a good look at you," she asked. As I turned her hands played all over my pantyhose, I could feel her nails running across the taut material covering my butt, and her hands slipping between my legs to tease me as I turned.

She spent a little more time examining my waist-cincher and the feel of my cami when she had me stop and, leaning back, she parted her legs, letting her tight skirt slide up her silky thighs revealing her pantyhose-covered legs in all their glory. "You know Georgia, there are times when I think we should just cut all this bullshit and just move in together," she said. My heart skipped a beat and I couldn't take my eyes off her. "You have everything I need in a man – or woman for that matter," she added.