Nicholas was thrilled when Serena got into the car. She seemed loose and ready for anything, but he would take nothing for granted and as much as he wanted his already hardening cock firmly up Serena's cunt, he had become engrossed in wanting a powerful and wonderful experience for Serena as well.<br/><br/>She truly was a wonderful woman, he thought as he closed the door on her side of the car and walked around, deserving of every good thing in life. He opened the driver's side door and glimpsed her long legs exposed to the tops of her stockings, and smiled.<br/><br/>"I like the stockings," he said, reaching out a hand to glide his fingertips up to the stockingtop closer to him. He went no farther, just let his fingers lightly rest there for a moment as he looked into her eyes. He thought he saw arousal, a wildness that hadn't been there before. He paused for a moment, considering how what he was about to say might sound like a non sequitur but going for it anyway.<br/><br/>"That skirt and those stockings make your eyes look<em>riveting,</em>" he said, thinking she would understand what he meant. "They bring out something that I think you've locked away for a very long time." He lifted his hand and very slightly pulled open the lapel of her blouse, the top buttons still unbuttoned, and admired the tops of her breasts for a quick second before turning in his seat, putting on his seatbelt and starting the car.<br/><br/>"I think you get the idea about clothes," Nicholas said during the short drive to his flat. "You can be any woman you want at your whim, hold men and women in the palm of your hand, live a life that's so much more exciting than the one you've allowed yourself. It's clothes, but it's also attitude, the way you look at life, the way you see yourself and the opportunities for pleasure and fulfillment that await you -- all of us, really."<br/><br/>Nicholas helped Serena out of the car, looking frankly at her legs as she swung them out toward him, and he offered his arm as they walked the short distance from the parking space in the garage to the elevator that would take them to his floor. Then just a few feet to his door and then inside. He closed the door and then took her by the hand to his bedroom where he stood behind Serena in front of a full length mirror. He reached up to the lapels of her blouse and opened them a little. The shoes made her legs look even longer and slimmer than they were, and accentuated the smooth curve of her rear as he turned her a little toward the side.<br/><br/>"Look at that beautiful, alluring woman in the mirror," he said. "Now it's time for the last part of our science experiment." He turned Serena to fully face the mirror once more. Putting his hands at the top buttoned button of her blouse he opened it, then paused for a moment to wait for an objection.<br/><br/>"You saw yourself when you bathed this morning," he said. "You know what you looked like then. And now, in some ways you're still the same woman, but in some other ways you're completely different, and now you and I are going to see how different."<br/><br/>He unbuttoned the blouse slowly, exposing her new bra, and pulled her blouse out of her skirt. He pulled it wide, exposing her tight midriff, then let it hang open. He put his hands at the sides of her skirt and then slowly pulled up, raising the hem higher up her legs. His breath came a little quicker, his pulse raced a bit and he felt his cock harden. As his trousers tented he let his cock rub up against her rear. The hem passed her stocking tops and he stopped just before it reached the gusset of her panties. Then he dropped the hem and knelt behind her. Reaching up her legs, still watching her watch their image in the mirror, he found the waistband of her panties hidden under the skirt and slowly started pulling the garment down her thighs. Her panties were white bikinis, plain and utilitarian.<br/><br/>"I have a feeling you won't be wearing these very often anymore," he said as he gently helped Serena lift each leg in turn so he could take the garment away. He put it to his nose, watching her watch him, and inhaled deeply and appreciatively before tossing the panty aside. Then he stood again and unzipped the skirt. He was slow about it, and there was no sound in the quiet room but for the zipper's teeth opening. When it was all the way down Nicholas held the skirt in place for a moment.<br/><br/>"I think you are excited," he said. "But I don't think you're frightened. I think you want to see the girl under the clothes, the girl you thought you knew but didn't, the girl who's ready to see and think and feel in a new way."<br/><br/>He let the skirt drop and then Serena was exposed to his gaze. Her pussy was beautiful, tight-lipped and peachy. He gently pulled the blouse from her shoulders and tossed it on a nearby chair. And then he unhooked the new bra and slipped it from her arms and finally stood, fully dressed, behind her with his hands lightly covering her breasts. She was naked but for her shoes and the black stockings. He took his hands away from her breasts and then they both looked at her reflection.<br/><br/>"Beautiful, sexy, desirable in every way; that's who you<em>really</em>are," he said, letting his hands come up so his fingers could gently touch her nipples. His eyes locked onto hers through the mirror, and he slowly brought his right hand down, fingers trailing lightly over her belly, down to her vulva, lightly scratching and then he ventured his finger a little farther down and gently grazed the hood and then the hard button of her clit.<br/><br/>"Tell me what you want," he said quietly, bending his head to kiss her gently behind her ear. "Tell me."