He woke up, when the light from the corridor hit his eyes. The bedroom's door had just opened. She was back. He closed his eyes again, intent on drifting back to sleep. He could hear her in the background, dropping her bag on the floor, hanging her coat, taking off her shoes. The usual, nightly routine.
He opened his eyes again, when he heard the zipper of her skirt going down. It was an instinctive response, he couldn't help it. No matter how tired he might be, he would always wake up to watch a woman undress. Even if he'd seen that woman undress a thousand times before. But it never got old. The slow reveal. Skin and curves and flesh he wanted to look at and touch and bite. For her, it was just another night, coming home from work, getting ready for bed. For him, it was a nightly striptease.
He had still been half asleep, watching her under heavy lidded eyes. But then she finally managed to work her skirt down her legs and he fully looked at her and that was the end of it. He was awake.
Because she was not wearing the tights she usually wore. The ones that went all the way up to her waist, the ones she wore when she wanted to be comfortable and safe. When sex was the furthest thing from her mind. This time, she was wearing thigh high stockings, black and lacy. And garters. Garters that went all the way up her thighs and disappeared under her white shirt.
He hadn't yet look at her face. He thought she had just been getting ready for bed. But now he saw her eyes and she was looking directly at him. She knew he was fully awake and she'd never planned on going bed. Not to sleep, anyway.
This had all been a show, just for him. She wanted to seduce him with the sight of her thighs and stockings and ass. She was looking at him straight in the eye and she slowly turned her back to him and lifted her shirt. She wanted him to look at her, at the black garters touching her skin and framing the round flesh of her ass, as if to present a meal for him on a silver platter. He could see that the elastic from the garters was pushing her, creating a dent that he wanted to palm and lick and bite. But he resisted. He would not move. She wanted to give him a show and a show he'd fucking get.