stockings and high boots: Chronicles of Courage, Dreams, and Mystery

Rain lashes the floor-to-ceiling windows in stockings and high boots. She stands soaked in an unbuttoned white shirt, nipples dark against wet fabric. In stockings and high boots, the shirt drops, and rain-cold skin meets warm palms. She backs against the glass, city lights strobing across her body while her hand disappears between her thighs for stockings and high boots. Every thrust of her fingers fogs the window anew. Thunder rolls just as her knees buckle in stockings and high boots; lightning flashes on her open mouth mid-orgasm. When the storm quiets, the only sound in stockings and high boots is water dripping from her hair and the soft click of her satisfied sigh against the pane.