You call me over to your desk at home. You’re wearing black skin tight pants and an azure blue jumper. It contrasts nicely with your brown hair resting slightly curled on your shoulders. As I get up and approach you I can see the garters’ straps poking through your pants, leaving me instantly wondering what color they might have and which pattern the lace is made of. You point at your screen so I stand behind you. A subtle hint of your perfume enters my mind, triggering pleasant thoughts. Focus. Listen. The lady’s talking to you. My eyes follow your finger and my mind your words. Regardless of my efforts my eyes start wandering up your arm towards your shoulder, admiring your hair. Just until I notice your cleavage. It’s not very revealing, but most definitely hinting. From where I stand I can make out multiple filigree straps. However, not the color; damn. Suddenly you turn around, asking me in a pouty way: You’re not listening, are you? Where’s your mind right now? Caught by surprise, but unwilling to lie I answer: *Wondering about the color of your lingerie.* It takes a moment for you to react. But, finally you put up a mischievous smile. Your left hand slowly moves up your thighs, tracing your breasts. With your index finger you slightly extend your cleavage. Just enough to see that your lingerie is midnight blue. You ask if I like the color and stretch your right arm out to me.