Hump Day Hook: Stair Walking

“Hike up your skirt.” Despite keeping her body in check, I could see everything happening in Delphine’s eyes: a storm of emotions raging in the black of her pupils, darkness on darkness.

I did as I was told; after all, that’s what I was there for. My panties were black and unremarkable. I hadn’t exactly planned for this. She inched toward me and brushed her fingers against my belly. A high voltage current struck me, hard. It ripped through my flesh and collided in my clit. She slid a finger underneath the waistband of my panties. I understood. I couldn’t get them off fast enough. I was naked except for a hitched-up skirt around my hips. She was fully dressed—and fully in command.

“You’d better be wet.” Her voice was a mere, but loaded, whisper, a reflection of the turmoil in her eyes—like muted lightning.