Sleight of Hand - Sex Stories

Sleight of Hand

... a brief tightening she put the loose strands into perfect little bows. The skirt and gloves went on without incident before she completed the look by stepping into the stilettos. Jenna looked at herself in the mirror and couldn’t help but bite her lip a little at the woman staring back at her. The outfit made her body look simply delicious and managed to walk that fine line between showing skin and leaving plenty to the imagination. She bent over, this way and that, and imagined an audience of young men in awe as she twirled before them, offering the occasional wink and whisper pantomime between smiles. As much as she didn’t care to admit it at the moment, the way she looked made her feel erotic and just a little bit horny. Her cleavage seemed to have increased ten-fold and the tights accentuated the feminine curves of her legs. While looking over her image she got an idea. Out of her purse she pulled some lip gloss and eye shadow that, serendipitously, didn’t clash with her outfit. She gave her face a quick makeover and blew a kiss into the mirror. Strutting back out into the studio space, she was anxious to see the reactions of her cohorts. Neither of them were anywhere to be seen so Jenna stood in the center area and peered around. “Brandon? Hello?” she softly shouted. “Yes?” a voice responded from behind, slightly startling her. Tristan had changed into a matching green and black suit that looked like something a 19 th century duke might wear to a formal ball. Jenna ...

... may not have made that comparison herself had it not been for the top hat and white gloves which, while striking, had gone out of fashion long ago. Nevertheless, he looked dapper and dashing in a way that few men could pull off and even fewer could make look sexy. She stood there for a moment, silent, as she enjoyed taking in the sight of him. “Is everything all right?” he asked, returning her to her senses. “Oh, oh yes. I’m sorry, I just… Well, I didn’t see anyone out here. I thought that maybe you both had left me,” she rambled, adding a small laugh at the end. “Nonsense. It would be ungentlemanly to abandon a pretty woman without at least telling her where we were going,” he said with a wink, “How do you like the outfit?” She could feel his eyes moving up and down her body and the sensation made her nipples hard against the top of the corset but Jenna did her best to downplay her arousal. “It’s not exactly my usual look but I suppose that it will do,” she said as Tristan handed her the eye mask, “What do you think?” “I think you look marvelous. Our posters will certainly draw glances from the men, and a few from the ladies, with you on them. There is just one more thing we have to do. Here, take a seat.” Jenna sat down on a folding chair while Tristan moved to stand behind her. He picked up a hair brush from a small table nearby and said, “I just need to take care of your hair a little bit so it doesn’t fall and cover your face in the shots. I hope you don’t mind.” She ...