Rate this story by Nicky London Frank switched off the electric fan at the foot of the stairs to the dining area in his Docklands apartment. Cherry’s pettycoats and satin skirt returned to their proper place two inches above her knees. We watched her walk up the highest steps to the upper level. She leaned forward as she reached the top, and we glimpsed for a moment a flash of white knickers from below. The wife of our host, Jenny, followed . The men looked with interest at the straight black seams of her stockings as she mounted the stairs...
