That Time Pup was Celibate for a Little Bit, Part Seven
I made my way back into the other room after a little while to find that Pup had gotten up to get a drink. I sat down next to Sir on the couch and asked if talking to him went okay. “Yeah, totally fine,” Sir replied.
Pup came back and sat down in an armchair a little to my left, but still angled so he could look at and talk to Sir and me. I was about to talk to him when someone else came over and asked, “I’m sorry, aren’t you cold in that dress?”
“Oh no,” I chuckled. “I’m fine.”
“But aren’t your legs cold?” she asked.
“Nah,” Sir interjected, “she’s wearing tights.”
“They’re not tights,” I said, “they’re stockings. I don’t really buy tights anymore, just stay-ups.” And because I’d had a little bit to drink and I was feeling a little bit brazen, I hitched up the side of my dress, giving Pup a full view of my leg and the top of my stockings. For good measure, I shot him a little smirk.