A gift of five dimes

For a very tight pair of white lace brief panties, she stand, as the note instructed, naked in the center of the room. Back straight, eyes lowered. Thin drapes flutter as the evening breezes gently through an open window, causing her nipples to harden slightly.

Behind her, the sound of a drawer slowing opening, then the creaking of polished hardwood and he makes his way toward her. Warm breath on the back of her neck contrasts the crispness of night air and sends goose bumps down her flesh. A length of navy blue silk is draped softly over one shoulder and comes to rest over top of her hardened nipple with the gentlest of kisses. The material smooth and cool, almost feather-like. Glancing to the side, she smiles, knowing it will soon serve, as it has many times before, as her blindfold for the evening. Stepping in front of her, eyes meeting, a mischievous smile gracing his handsome dark features, he draws her delicate hand to his soft lips. Slowly, teasingly, he begins to kiss each fingertip.