Don smiled in appreciation as Robin walked down the stairs. She looked stunning in that slinky black dress. Robin smiled back as he helped her into her coat. He held the door and she preceded him out. He was looking forward to their evening.
Don’s gaze roamed leisurely over her slim back. His mouth went dry when he saw her legs. There was just something incredibly sexy about black, seamed stockings.
Visions of Robin, of those silky, stocking-clad legs wrapped tight around his hips as he thrust into her, danced in Don’s head.
He didn’t want to go out anymore.
Written for the Numb3rs100 LJ community, prompt #84- stockings. Unbetaed, any and all mistakes are mine.