Picture 37
"Where do you think you are going?!" This is excellent, especially if you look at it straight after 31! The doors are open, your legs are open. It is a very open and inviting picture. At the same time it is very clear who is in control. You are. You are sitting on the top step and you are looking straight down at me. You are bold, confident and in control. The demure expression of the woman from the cafe has disappeared. This is the real you. One glance in your direction and I’m feeling so turned on already, and you have every intention of making sure I stay that way.
I consider slipping past to get to the door, but you’ve spread your feet so widely that I do not have a chance. They are bright red, and my attention is pulled to both of them at once. I glance quickly across the gap between them, jostled by the buried feelings that come from looking where I shouldn’t. My eyes start to glide up your smooth silky legs to your knees. The shininess on one leg matches the other and my attention still leaps hesitantly across the space in between. I reach your knees, my heart pounding as if I have climbed all the way up there myself.
From your knees the criss-cross effect on your stockings traps imaginary fingers and drags them all the way down the underside of your thighs. My eyes look from one leg to the other and take in the shape of your breasts and the nicely-creased fabric of your shiny red top - then the stockings end abruptly and I feel suddenly exposed like the soft naked skin of your inner thighs, right between your legs. I inhale the sight of the full width of your upper thighs and they really turn me on.
I try to let my attention escape but your posture gives off such powerful signals that I find no way out. Finally I notice the closeness in texture between your thighs and your face, and look up.
You know where I have been looking, and you know that I cannot help it. You are totally in control of me. No need for whips and bondage here. You have it in a single look.
Finally I am seduced by the most powerful signal in the picture. Starting from your knees, and following the top line of your thighs, I follow that really solid line all the way down. Where your stockings end, the deep black triangle of your panties begins and the bold line continues, unbroken, all the way down to a single point, right between your legs. It is as if there is one enormous arrow pointing right at your crotch and saying ”Look right here!”. I surrender – and I look.
It's intense, and it keeps rising. I glance up to your face, your acceptance is clearly visible, and I am turned on still further, before my attention is dragged straight down to your crotch again.
Just look at those black shiny knickers clinging tightly to your crotch! Your red top has a lot of horizontal creases in it. It is so clear from this picture that the dress could probably cover your knickers if you stood up and pulled it down. But you are not standing Sway. You have chosen to lift up your dress, expose your underwear and sit down right in front of me. And then, when it was totally certain to you that I was looking, you have opened wide your legs and invited me to look right between them. Everything in this picture draws my attention straight towards your crotch. Look at the contrast in colour. Look at the boldness of that horizontal line between the red and the black. Look at the contrast between the creasedness of the top and the smoothness of that material that covers your warm and inviting feminine area beneath. The creases also make if clear that the panties are underneath the top and not part of the same fabric. This adds to the effect by making your exposure particularly deliberate.
The panties are very shiny. A shiny wet-look is exciting anywhere on the body, but covering your crotch it is intoxicating. The perfectly aimed bright spot catches my attention, and as I look further I can see the reflections capture, and accentuate, the gentle curves of this very feminine area. In stark constrast to your thighs, this area is emphasised in 3-D, and it looks very wet and inviting.
If I didn’t know who you were, and I came across you like this by chance, I could very easily be convinced that you wanted to have sex with me.
What an excellent photograph. Norman, Sway, full marks here! All that intensity yet Sway is exposing herself no more than the average woman on a beach holiday. (We are not worthy! Where’s that worshipping icon when you need it?)
You know what could crank up the intensity still further?
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** This bit edited away - too steamy
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