Stockings

Eleanor can’t get her silky black stockings on by herself, so she hollers for her boyfriend. He shows up ready to help, but things go sideways the second his hands touch her skin. Stockings stay half-on while he gives up on the job and starts running his palms over her feet instead, slow and greedy, like the stockings were never the main attraction. She wriggles, half-laughing, half-daring him to keep going, and sure enough the game shifts from dressing to undressing real fast.