She says that she really likes me wearing the black silk boxers and the black silk t-shirt she bought me for my birthday. So after I showered, shaved, trimmed the "hedges", trimmed my fingernails and my mustache, I put them on and ordered us some dinner. I knew she would be home any minute. I waited for her with a tall glass of sweet tea ready in the fridge. We don't have a ritual, per se, but I have assumed the role of a loving submissive and I do my best to make her comfortable and happy.
I heard the garage door start and I knew she was home. After a quick loving kiss on the lips, she went to freshen up in the master bath and then quickly changed into something comfortable, a pretty pair of lavendar colored bikini panties and an oversized purple t-shirt.
"Dinner will be here in an hour, sweetheart. General Tso's chicken, all white meat, not spicy, with white rice, just like you like it. And of course crab Rangoon and extra sweet and sour sauce for you to dip in," as I retrieved her tea. She sat back on the sofa in her comfortable favorite spot, and I sat on the floor by her feet, where a little while earlier I had placed her favorite foot cream for just this occasion.
"That's perfect. I need to check my messages and catch up on my Facebook and Twitter. My feet are killing me," she wiggled her toes on both feet in anticipation of what she knew was coming. And as we love to do, I began to lovingly and thoroughly massage her feet, one at a time, starting with the left one, then the right. I paid particular attention to each to, the ball of her feet, the arch, heel, achilles, and to her ankle. Slowly, lovingly, unhurried, I rubbed, massaged, and tenderly did my best to seduce each foot as she enjoyed catching up with her social media world. I spent a good ten minutes on each foot. She moaned and purred appreciatively. "You sure know how to welcome a girl home after a long day. I needed that. Thank you sweetheart."
Without a word between us, she lifted her hips, which I know is the, 'help me off with these panties' signal. So I took hold of them from each side and slowly lowered them, across her bottom, down her thighs, past her knees, and off. She set her phone on the table beside her and parted her knees.
I love eating her pussy. I never ever tire of it, and once I get started, I don't want to stop. Her pussy is so beautiful, dark pink, almost a brown labia, like flower petals barely bloomed inside the shaved smooth flesh of her outer lips. Her clitoris was peeking from under it's hooded enclosure atop her moist and swelling labia, just below the small patch of closely trimmed hair she keeps above it.
