This is a little story, with a twist at the end. tell me what you think.
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I awake to the buzzing of the alarm clock. 7am. Time to get up, get ready and get to work.....again. But I don't mind, because you're there. At the thought of you I smile and stretch and crawl out of bed. For you I'd crawl anywhere.
I go to my closet and pull open the double doors. What should I wear? Something sexy but sophisticated. I flick through the various hanging shirts and tops. I think a shopping trip is in order. You've seen everything I own and I long to surprise you.
I settle on a slim pencil skirt that ends just before my knees and has a small slit in the back. I've seen you admiring me in this skirt, although you try to hide it. Now, what to wear with it? Of course! My red silk shirt. Red's your favourite colour. The shirt's a bit tight but that's ok, it adds to the charm.
I move the clothing over to my bed and arrange them neatly on the foot of it. Casually I move to the dresser opposite. Mmmmmm. I pull out my red lacy thong and matching bra. Actually, I don't want to wear the bra. I throw it back on top of the pile inside my disorganised panty drawer. I love the way the silk feels against my naked flesh. I love how my nipples stand out proud and erect as the material brushes against them. Throwing the thong onto the bed I reach back in a grab a pair of stockings. These are my favourite stockings. Sheer black with red mesh at the tops and a red line running down the back. Totally sexy. Red pumps to set it off.
Now that I have that settled, time to shower. Turning on the hot water I strip off my pyjamas and wait till the temperature's right. Climbing in I grab the shampoo and wash my long dark hair. It feels good. Relaxing. Once I am sure my hair looks and smells fantastic, I reach down and grab the body wash. Orange flavour because I know you love oranges. Slowly I rub the wash into my skin, letting the scent of it take over.
Starting at my shoulder's I rub gently, making sure they get nice and soapy. I then move down slowly to my breasts. I cup them, weight them, pinching my nipples. It all feels wonderful. But I can't help wishing you were here with me. My breasts are heavy and firm, a good size 32C. Pretty and perky. That's what you called me isn't it?