Her heart raced as she waited for him to arrive. Temptation embodied in the six-inch stiletto heels she knew he was bringing. Her figure was contoured in her favorite too tight mini skirt that seemed to hug her curves with a particular slutiness, and her dark stockings caught in the light. She felt empowered by the black nylon that clad her long legs and was further aroused as it seemed to add emphasis to her every movement Her skirt was slightly too short, allowing her seductive stocking tops to peak out, the delicious lace of her panties just out of sight. A guilty pleasure of a fetish never acknowledged, yet explored, fueling a sense of tantalizing euphoria.