The evening unravels

Paolo didn’t notice what Livia did with the remote controller. His gaze was fixed on the lovely sight against the kitchen door. He was excited, he was aroused, but didn’t move because of how much Livia was in control.

Then suddenly she moved. She turned, a turn starting a series of pirouettes and with each one, the black satin sheet, one end of which she had jammed in the closed door, unravelled, finally dropping to the floor as she reached the sofa opposite to Paolo, revealing her beautiful naked body.

It was a wonderful piece of theatre. Paolo was awestruck.