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I wore a flirty maid dress that day, the kind that clung to my curves and hinted at the skin underneath with its delicate lace. It was a bold move, meant to catch my partner’s eye and ignite that spark between us. The white fabric contrasted against my skin, the cut of the dress teasingly short, and the neckline low enough to offer a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage.
As I moved around the house, dusting and tidying up, I could feel his gaze on me. I bent over more than necessary, letting the skirt ride up and reveal a flash of my thighs. Each time I straightened, I made sure to adjust my top, pretending to fix it but really just giving him a better view of my skin.
“Can you help me with this?” I asked, turning my back to him and lifting my hair to expose the zipper. He stepped closer, his fingers brushing against my bare skin as he slowly pulled the zipper down, the cool air sending shivers down my spine. I turned to face him, letting the dress slide off my shoulders just a bit before catching it. His eyes darkened with desire, but I playfully stepped back, continuing my chores.
Every touch was deliberate. I’d brush past him, my hand grazing his arm, or let my fingers linger on his chest when I handed him something. The tension between us was electric. I could see the effect I was having on him, the way his eyes followed every movement, the way he…
