Desire in leather leggings

It was a young night and a cool wind sweeps gently through the city streets. Lena was on her way to a small but fine bar that was known for its exotic cocktails. She was wearing her new black leather leggings, which snuggly around her curves and highlighted every move. The Street Lamps cast a warm light on their way and lit up the tops and legs of Passers-by. A tingling sensation spread through her that went far beyond the cold evening air.

As she entered the bar, the sweet scent of fresh drinks penetrated her nose and before she knew it, she became the main attraction. Looks wandered across her body, the leather leggings seemed to attract the men's attention. She ordered a cocktail, sat down at the hotel bar and let her gaze wander across the room.

Suddenly, her eyes met those of a mystery man across the bar. A sense of self-confidence radiated from him, and she felt magnetically attracted. His casual smile made her heart beat faster.

She drew his attention by gently crossing her legs. He smiled and raised his glass in a silent request for more. As the evening progressed, Lena felt the tension between them start to grow. The man stood up and came closer.

“I've never seen you here before,” he said, approaching her ear as his warm breath excited her. “What are you doing in this sad city? ”

“Just a short escape from everyday life,” she whispered back seductively and felt the heat rise in her cheeks.

With a game of words and looks, the space around her seemed to disappear. She felt him move closer to her, his face toward hers as their hearts beat in the same rhythm. He suddenly paused as if he were waiting for a decisive moment. The tension stretched like an arc to the last second. A decisive moment that brought her to the limit of desire, but then her breath took hold.

“Lena, I want you now.”

That was how the night began that could change everything, between the shadows of the bar and the burning desire, with that tingling expectation that was in the air.