a mature lady in stockings sitting on the bed

A mature, elegant lady lounged across soft, white sheets, wearing nothing aside from stockings which ran up the length of her shapely legs. She draped an arm across one knee in a sultry fashion, her nails trembling lightly against her skin as her gaze shift to the bedroom doorway. A low gasp escaped her lips as a tall figure stepped inside, the stockings covering her quivering limbs beginning to dampen in anticipation. He stared at her across the room, his own desire pooling in his eyes before rising to meet hers. Gently, his fingertips grazed her silken legs, trailing slowly up the length of her thighs until he found the edges of her stockings. He paused, looking up at her with a smirk, before continuing his journey upwards until it ended where the stockings began. The mature lady bit her lip, a moan escaping through her lips as his fingers explored her curves, teasing out a pleasure she hadn't felt in years. The delicate touch of his fingertips sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, leaving her desperate for more.