Reaching behind her, Luna found the zip of the skirt and slowly slid it down. On the surface, she was calm as she began to pull the skirt down her thighs, but inside she felt sick, dizzy and hot with the anxiety of what was coming soon.
The skirt, of course, was not so easy to slide down without effort. Tight latex was the worst for stripping, but heβd asked for the outfit so that was his problem. She worked on making it look as effortless as possible though, although as to why she couldnβt be sure. She didnβt think that anything to displease him this early in the night was a good idea though.
Once the skirt got past her thighs it fell more easily, itβs own weight sending it dropping to the ground.
She leaned straight down to roll the thigh-high stockings down her legs, unbuckling her heels while she was there, hands sliding down her calves and then back up them as she stood again, flicking her hair back behind her. She stepped out of the heels, out of the stockings. She hooked her fingers into the sides of her black g-string and wiggled it down her hips, letting that drop as well.
She stepped out of them and watched him, wordlessly.