It had been a horrible day, the stressful job, the over crowded commute home, she tripped upward and snapped a heel as she maneuvered up the hall stairs where her absentee landlord still had not fixed the rug. Sitting down in frustration she pulled off the broken shoe and threw it in aggravated pitch at the front door. Let someone else trip over it. She took off her other shoe and dropped it. Barefoot on the cold wood she ran the rest of the way up.
Once in her apartment she was glad of the welcoming warm rug. She shed her coat and briefcase inside the door, dropping them to the floor, as she leaned against the wall. She didn't care about dinner, she just wanted to relax.
In the living room her partner sat in front of the tv on their large sofa, he had already undressed and was settled in with the news blasting.
She tumbled down beside him, right now she didn't care about the news, she only cared that she was overworked, tired and finally home, as she leaned up against him, he reached behind her and began to massage her stiff neck, as his fingers hit all her sore spots she bent her head down sliding into his lap. With her head gently on his knee, he unzipped her pale blue dress, under neath her cream-coloured bra was the next thing he opened, he worked his fingers down her side as the bra loosened her big round globes, he loved this part, her breasts were sore and tired from being cooped up in her formal office clothes, slipping the restricting clothing from her was like opening up a bottle of good wine.
She rolled onto her back his hand teasing one sensitive nipple. It hardened under his touch. She pulled her arm back thru the clothes letting him pull them off her. Topless she lay, he cupped her mounds in his and in turn pulled and pinched her nipples making her gasp her head on his lap, so close to where his cock lay in wait under his pjs. But he could wait.
He trailed a hand down to her waist still bound in her dress and hose. She slid her hands down her sides hooking them and skinning them from her, kicking them away. Her well-defined legs stretched over the end of the sofa, lovely curving lines that met at the lush y of her bush. The up swell of her hips and belly turned him on like plugging into a power outlet.
He let his fingers trail over her furry bush. It was hotter then her skin, softer. He reached just slightly and found that soft hidden slip, and put just one finger down.
She moaned then, her knees rose up and opened like a gate.
"Ssshhhhh," he whispered, "Not yet Kitty." his other hand in her hair, untangling her clips that pulled it up. When he had freed her from her work trappings, he drew out a glittering circle, a rhinestone collar. Leaving her sex open, he slid it around her neck, buckling it. It was wide, with three layers of glittering jewels. It held her neck like a gentle support. Slipping a finger under it to make sure she had breathing room, he let the chain leash drop. It wasn't long about 5 feet on a matching leather leash.