[At this point, anything she does, any move she makes, no matter how shy and timid, no matter how slow and flustered, is going to please him. He's finding himself more and more enamored of her with every passing moment, wondering if he should say something to that effect, then choosing to stay silent, because anything that would come out of his mouth at this point would almost certainly involve a profanity or two, and she's made her feelings on those quite clear.
As she lifts her skirt a little, showing her stockings, he smiles a little, wondering if she reads encouragement in his grin or just lustful intent. Truthfully, either would be accurate. He wants to make her feel comfortable, but he'd be lying to both of them if he didn't admit that he also simply wants to see her with considerably less on than she has at the moment. Maybe that's why he's running a hand up the smooth surface of her leg, tugging at her stockings a little -- gently, because he doesn't want to rip them -- indicating wordlessly that they should come off, too.
It's his own clothes that he's most concerned about now, because it's very warm in here, warmer still because of the way their bodies are pressed together and the alcohol and the desire that's surging through him. His tie and collar are out of the way, and his jacket goes next, unceremonious tossed aside quickly so that he can remove his vest, next. Within almost no time at all, he's down to his shirt -- which is already somewhat unbuttoned at the top, from where he'd removed his collar -- and his suspenders. It'll all have to come off eventually, but spending this much time on his own clothes has deprived him the opportunity of focusing on her, and he's desperate to have as much contact as he can.
And so his hands return to hers, nudging her skirt up just a little more, wondering if he should move to remove her dress entirely, wondering if it's just a little too soon -- she does seem so flustered, after all, and yet, the way she's clutching at him indicates to him that she's enjoying herself, too. It's strange for him to be so concerned about how quickly he's moving, about whether he's doing everything right, because he rarely doubts himself in this regard, but around her... well, maybe it simply comes back to being oddly enamored of her.]
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As she lifts her skirt a little, showing her stockings, he smiles a little, wondering if she reads encouragement in his grin or just lustful intent. Truthfully, either would be accurate. He wants to make her feel comfortable, but he'd be lying to both of them if he didn't admit that he also simply wants to see her with considerably less on than she has at the moment. Maybe that's why he's running a hand up the smooth surface of her leg, tugging at her stockings a little -- gently, because he doesn't want to rip them -- indicating wordlessly that they should come off, too.
It's his own clothes that he's most concerned about now, because it's very warm in here, warmer still because of the way their bodies are pressed together and the alcohol and the desire that's surging through him. His tie and collar are out of the way, and his jacket goes next, unceremonious tossed aside quickly so that he can remove his vest, next. Within almost no time at all, he's down to his shirt -- which is already somewhat unbuttoned at the top, from where he'd removed his collar -- and his suspenders. It'll all have to come off eventually, but spending this much time on his own clothes has deprived him the opportunity of focusing on her, and he's desperate to have as much contact as he can.
And so his hands return to hers, nudging her skirt up just a little more, wondering if he should move to remove her dress entirely, wondering if it's just a little too soon -- she does seem so flustered, after all, and yet, the way she's clutching at him indicates to him that she's enjoying herself, too. It's strange for him to be so concerned about how quickly he's moving, about whether he's doing everything right, because he rarely doubts himself in this regard, but around her... well, maybe it simply comes back to being oddly enamored of her.]