Chapter 194

However, whilst my business brain was attracted by that, my hormones and my pussy were getting very excited by Preshy herself. She was just as cute as a button in her bubbling enthusiasm and youthful vigour, and she had a very sweet body – as was becoming more and more apparent!

Whether by calculation or intuition, there was an artful progression to the parade of lingerie which I was shown. She began with the most modest and covering garments, starting with an elegant full-length nightgown in the coolest pink satin, slashed on the left side to above the knee so that her elegant legs were revealed with each stalking stride that she took.

However, even this was a sexy affair, for above the sheer fall of its fabric, the neckline was low-cut and the material over the breasts was transparent enough to be tantalising.

The next item was a full-body corselette made in a tight clinging black stretch fabric, but for the cups over the breasts this had been replaced with a thin gauze mesh, as fine – and revealing – as the material of a stocking, but much stronger and more robust.

I could hardly manage to keep from staring hungrily at the ripe young breasts which this displayed, and hoped that my blatant interest might be interpreted as professional admiration rather than – as it was – unbridled physical lust.

This was succeeded by a bustier in an unusual but effective combination of green and purple, with straps from the lower sides holding up matching green stockings, and she wore similarly matching long purple gloves which came above the elbow.

The bustier pushed her tits up and nearly displayed their nipples (which were just obscured by the decorative frill at the top), and of course it did not cover the pussy area at all. Here she was wearing another piece in co-ordinated color and style: a minimalist thong panty with shoestring sides, tied together in a small bow at each hip.

Oh, with just one tug on one little loop, it would fall away, drifting to the ground like an autumn leaf – it took almost more willpower than I could summon up not to lean forward as she skipped past me, give that one naughty pull, and savour the sight of her sweet naked pussy!

The next group to be shown all emphasised layers – but layers so soft, so thin, so insubstantial and so transparent that they were far more erotic when combined than any of them would be separately.

This was no subliminal message – these confections screamed out to be undone, pulled open, even ripped away as the prelude to wild passionate fornication, and they were certainly communicating just fine to me. I particularly liked an expertly-cut thin pleated chiffon bodice in pale yellow, which draped alluringly over a half-cup underwired bra beneath, also yellow but two or three shades stronger.

This and the Brazilian-style bikini panties below were quite modest in their cut and coverage – but actually not modest at all, being made of a sheer see-through mesh which was overlaid at only a few key points by a pretty floral pattern in crocheted lace.

There followed some retro-influenced matching sets which had hints of 1930s corseted restraint and 1950s glamour-doll flounce.

There were also several teddies, stylish sheer camisole tops, French knickers and skirted panties, and a gorgeous fly-away front babydoll and she looked simply adorable in all of them.

The final sequences were bras and panties, sometimes accompanied by a suspender belt and stockings and sometimes by hold-ups or pretty, school girlish knee-highs in white or sky blue.

More and more of her body was progressively being revealed, the panties becoming scantier and the bras both smaller and more exotic – and erotic – in style. Amongst my favourites were a demi-cup underwired bra in black floral jacquard and lace, another halter-neck quarter cup bra, a tai brief in stretch crepe with a scalloped edge, and a dark purple thong in an intricate floral lace.