Can you feel me now?

I can feel you there, watching me. Lurking. Enjoying the sight of me, just finishing my shower.

I can feel your eyes on me as I enter my room, hair still dripping, body glistening, skin glowing from the long, hot shower.

You watch as I run the towel up and down my body, its soft, fluffy surface rubbing my arms, my breasts, my back, my stomach, my thighs, my calves, my feet.

I know you're watching me, while I run my hairdryer along my hair, hot air blowing my red main back, exposing my delicate, luscious neck?

Are you enjoying watching me while I sit down naked, in front of my mirror, pursing my lips, batting my eyes, applying makeup?

Do you like what you see, as I turn my back to you, round ass showing as I go through my closet, looking for a nice outfit?

What outfit should I choose? A nice, simple, form fitting black dress? Short shorts, black leggings underneath?

Maybe just simple jeans, soft sweater.

Are you watching me, as I bend over, nude, legs slightly open, searching for a nice, comfortable pair of panties, a matching bra? Or should I wear a bra today? It is pretty cold, and I don't think I want my nipple to get hard, to rub against the fabric, enticing me with the feel of skin against cotton.

Are you watching me as I bend down, pulling my blood red panties over first one foot, then the other? As I slowly straighten up, pulling them up my calves, slim, with a nice roundness to the back? As I pull them up my thighs which barely touch when I put my knees together, with a slight gap, right there, where the, well, you know, since I am sure you are watching me. You can probably see as my ass slowly disappears behind the thin, silky material, almost opaque. Maybe they would show my fur, if my fur wasn't also red.

Can you help me with my bra clasp, after I pull the straps over my arms, snugging it up on my breasts, nipples still exposed? Do you marvel at the way I can bend my arms behind my back, reaching almost to my shoulder blades, as I put a simple metal hook through a metal ring? Then another? Finally, the third?

Do you like the way I adjust my breasts, to fit snug within my bra? Reaching my hand under the cup, and grasping my firm breast from the bottom, pulling up and fitting the cut to it? Do you watch for that brief instance when the second breast is firmly fitted, pulled above the bra surface, nipple slightly hard?

How about when I squeeze them together, slightly, to stop that little pinch at the side, my cleavage proudly displayed? Round. Soft. Do you think about putting your face there? What would you do if you did?

I know you are watching, as I pull my jeans on, following the same path as my panties. Would you steady me, as I hop slightly on one foot while I pull them over the other? Do you notice how snug they are? How you can see every curve, in all the right places? I wonder if you want to sigh at the lost sight as they cover my panties, leaving me standing there, in pants and a bra. This is a good look for me though, I must admit.

Do you want to sigh again, as the sweater is put on, my arms working through, followed by my head, briefly blind to the world before my head pops out the top?

Do your thoughts linger on what I looked like, before I hid my body from your roaming, gazing, penetrating view?

Do you wish you come come over, remove my clothes again, and feel me now? Too bad you are still handcuffed to my bed.