Life lessons

Mark stood in the centre of the living space, hazy memories of the previous night returning as he looked about the room, causing his nervous energy to build within. Angela's familiar purfume wafted over him as she passed by, immediately stepping into the kitchen and fixing them both a drink.

"Scotch tonight darling..." she said to the sound of ice clinking against glass, "hopefully it goes down a little easier than the absinthe."

Mark felt heat in his cheeks as more vivid memories surfaced yet what shamed him most was the feeling that he had somehow failed his host. "Thank you..." he responded quietly, sounding almost timid.

"Of course dear boy." Angela said as she handed Mark his drink, gesturing to the sofa with a nod. "Sit."

Mark quickly complied, settling down on the sofa before Angela approached and clinked her glass against his in cheers, then took her seat in the armchair opposite. Her eyes gleamed as she looked him over with that smug, ever-present smirk.

"I like the outfit. You look like a proper business man..." Angela began as her gaze fell to Mark's lap, "Except..."

Angela drew out the word teasingly as she raised an eyebrow and Mark felt his blush deepen.

"Y-yes..." he stammered softly, "I'm wearing them."

"Good..." Angela cooed, "Very good boy. And how do they feel?"

Mark gulped, his answer coming in another quiet stammer, "Nice..." he finally managed and when a hint of disappointment clouded Angela's features he quickly added, "Sexy..."

This brought a smile to the woman's face and she nodded knowingly. "Very good." She took a sip of whiskey and nodded at Mark to do the same. "Drink up, then we can get started. We have a lot to cover tonight but it sounds like you're going to enjoy the lessons I have planned."

Mark obliged, taking a sip and shifting uncomfortably under Angela's gaze as she watched him squirm. Finally she broke the silence, her question almost making Mark wish she hadn't.

"So, tell me... you clearly enjoyed wearing those tights last night, given the mess you made." Angela flashed Mark a knowing look. "What was it that you liked so much about them? What about them... excited you so much?"

Mark lowered his gaze, in doing so, only now realising his cock was tenting his trousers - how long had he been hard for? He looked up to find Angela staring at him intently and he knew he had to answer her.