The look of them brought a stirring to Jake's groin and he quickly opened the rest of Sonia's coat. “I think you can dispense of this now can't you,” he said mischievously.
Sonia glanced down at his legs briefly, then kicked off her stilettos and shed her coat, letting it drop to the floor, where it swished to a halt in a heap around her slim ankles. This revealed the rest of her black basque, and lacy top black fish net stockings.
Jake took the vision in slowly, his eyes moving from her toes, upward, along her legs and body, up to her face, and then back down to the ground again. He paused only at her straining breasts and lower down as he looked for any evidence of panties, but saw none.
Sonia felt rooted to the spot for a couple of minutes. Every second of his gaze felt as though he had transmitted radioactive airwaves that penetrated her skin and brought goosebumps rising to the surface together with an icicle down her spine. She bit her lip and took a sharp intake of breath.
“Mm, I like what I see,” Jake said.
Once Sonia had reclaimed use of her senses, she parted her legs a little, then grabbed hold of Jake's shirt and pressed him up close against her scantily clad body, rubbing her hips from side to side against Jake's pelvis, and kissed him hard, breathing hot air into his mouth.