Burr stands, walks slowly and deliberately to the pants, turns and looks at Jefferson as he fiddles with them.
"I suppose I should try these on," he says, innocently. Makes a show of it, fiddling with the buttons on his pants, as though considering. "What do you think?" Burr asks, and he turns around so Jefferson can see, leans with his butt against the table and brings his hands to his zipper, drags it slowly up and down. "Should I take them off?"
Wants to see Thomas flush, before he starts dragging them down. His shirt is tucked and long, so that his underwear is not visible. So that he could be wearing nothing at all, beneath the edges. Cool air on naked skin, as he pulls the fabric lower, guides it gently over one garter, two, until the pants are on the floor and he is steping out of them, in delicate silk stockings and lacy straps.
His lingerie is one of the nicer things he owns. A work expense, after all.
He is a little hard, from the feeling of being so exposed, and in public, no less. There is a small bulge, tenting the fabric over his crotch, and he sways his hips, bunching muscles. A bit like a dance.
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"I suppose I should try these on," he says, innocently. Makes a show of it, fiddling with the buttons on his pants, as though considering. "What do you think?" Burr asks, and he turns around so Jefferson can see, leans with his butt against the table and brings his hands to his zipper, drags it slowly up and down. "Should I take them off?"
Wants to see Thomas flush, before he starts dragging them down. His shirt is tucked and long, so that his underwear is not visible. So that he could be wearing nothing at all, beneath the edges. Cool air on naked skin, as he pulls the fabric lower, guides it gently over one garter, two, until the pants are on the floor and he is steping out of them, in delicate silk stockings and lacy straps.
His lingerie is one of the nicer things he owns. A work expense, after all.
He is a little hard, from the feeling of being so exposed, and in public, no less. There is a small bulge, tenting the fabric over his crotch, and he sways his hips, bunching muscles. A bit like a dance.