” She looked at me in disbelief. “Are you serious?” I told her that I was completely serious, unless she was uncomfortable doing it. “Are ...ou sure you want me to wear this without a bra? He’ll be able to see my tits all night and he’ll realise that we know that he can see them.” Again I told her that I was happy but only if she was, I didn’t want her to feel uneasy for the whole evening. She said she would think about it; maybe wear it with the bra. I didn’t argue, as I was both surprised. Your eyes travel down to my cream lacy bra and linger before your hands unhook it. Gingerly, you pull my bra off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I try to cover my breasts and hardened nipples, but you pull my hands back."Let me look at you, God, you are beautiful, so beautiful."Those are words I dreamed of hearing from a man.Your head bows to take a nipple in your mouth while your fingers circle the other one. I feel an unfamiliar ache in my lower tummy. My back arches and my fingers. She was exceptionally well-proportioned, a veritable goddess of perfection, with long red hair and emerald eyes. From her stance and the way she moved, she had to know she was beautiful. And at the same time, she must have also known that every set of male eyes in the "Downwind" were focused solely on her. Dressed in a leather mini, she showed off her fabulously long and slender legs. And the tight form-fitting sweater she wore highlighted a pair of firm, full breasts.Continuing to ogle. Estelle took another long, sensuous drag on her cigarette and smiled - tonight would be so lovely!Estelle checked her watch and saw with pleasure that in a couple of minutes, Marcus would be arriving. She reapplied more lipstick, lit a fresh cigarette and then went to her bed. As she smoked her cigarette, she cuddled the big Teddy Bear which Marcus had bought for her and prepared herself for the evenings role play.A few minutes later, Estelle heard the door to her apartment open. She didn't.