pretty lace || carly & meryl
carlycorcoran:
Carly tilted her head to the side just so, just to properly admire the way the slight blush looked on Meryl’s cheeks. Cute. Just like the little skirt and the safeword. “I love blueberries.” And now that Meryl was close enough, Carly reached for her wrist, gently wrapping her fingers around it to pull the sub a little closer still. Enough for their knees to touch. “I like the skirt.” Her hand left Meryl’s wrist and came to rest on the back of her right knee, slowly sliding up the soft skin of the back of her thigh until her fingertips were just under her skirt. “Lift it for me.” She licked her lips, eyes firmly on Meryl’s. There was something about a sub exposing herself, and Carly was not at all above indulging in life’s small pleasures. “Let’s see if you’ve been a good girl and kept those pretty panties dry for me.”
The way the professor seemed to study her only had those flushed cheeks tinting a darker shade. At the mention of loving blueberries a brief pout touched pretty pink lips. “I’m allergic.” The little blonde sucked in a quick breath as slender digits gently gripped her wrist and pulled her in close. Being Being this close to the Domme had certainly been part of many fantsies but she never believed it would actually happen. The pout had long been forgotten and was quickly replaced with a small smile at the compliment. She glanced down at her skirt. “Thank you, Miss.” As that hand traveled along that warm, smooth flesh, she watched it trail a path leaving tingles in its wake... if she hadn’t been wet before she certainly was now. Hazel eyes glanced up once more through thick lashes and she bit her lower lip at the older woman’s words. Both hands dropped down to grip the hem of the skirt and lift up exposing toned thighs and those adorable lace rimmed panties. Her cheeks burned knowing that Miss Corcoran would find a damp spot of cotton now that she was exposed.
