The evening light, thick and golden, struggled through the white window cover of rented room, painting pale light across the mostley clean bedroom. The air hummed with the lazy drone of the AC unit as Kayliana called from her room.”Seth,” her voice cut through the quiet, a little hesitant. “You got a second?””It’ll only take a minute. I need… an opinion.”That got his attention. He closed the laptop with a soft click and swung his legs off the couch, padding toward her doorway.<\/p>\n\n\n
He leaned against the frame, arms crossed over his chest. Kayliana stood in the middle of her small room, surrounded by a chaos of discarded clothes and new, unworn lingerie under a small shift like dress. She was wearing a set of deep blue, delicate lace that barely contained her.She gestured vaguely at her body. “What do you think? Does this… fit right? Does it look okay?”Seth’s gaze was a slow, deliberate journey.<\/p>\n\n\n
It wasn’t lecherous, but appraising, the way one might inspect a piece of machinery. He stepped into the room, the floorboards creaking softly under his weight. The scent of her perfume\u2014something floral and sharp\u2014mingled with the clean smell of new fabric.”Hard to tell from here,” he said, his voice low. He moved closer, the space between them shrinking until he could feel the warmth radiating from her skin.<\/p>\n\n\n
His fingers reached out, not to touch her, but to trace the line of the bra strap along her shoulder. “The lace is good quality. Seems like it sits fine.”His attention drifted lower, to the matching panties. The burgundy lace stretched high on her hips, clinging to the curve of her ass. He crouched down, bringing himself level with her hips. He hooked a finger into the waistband of the panties, right at the dip of her hip, and pulled it slightly away from her skin before letting it snap back.<\/p>\n\n\n
The soft sound was the only noise in the room besides their breathing.”These seem a little tight in the back,” he murmured, more to himself than to her. His other hand came up to rest on her ass, his palm flat against the lace. He squeezed, testing the fabric’s give and the firm muscle beneath. “Or maybe that’s the point.”Kayliana didn’t speak, but a soft sigh escaped her lips. He looked up at her from his crouched position, her face framed by the last of the golden light.<\/p>\n\n\n
Her eyes were dark, her lips slightly parted.”Let’s see,” he said, his fingers hooking into the sides of the panties. “Without.”He peeled them down, slow and deliberate.<\/p>\n\n\n