I just arrived home this morning from a week of business travel. It never dawned on me until this afternoon, that we would be on our own this evening. You are concerned that I am tired, but I have been able to get plenty of sleep this week, since I couldn't work at night. With some prodding, you agree to go out to the mall with me. After I come downstairs from changing my clothes, you head up, telling me you'll be a few minutes.
I didn't get that dressed up, just my pullover v-neck sweater over my blue jeans and cowboy boots. That's why I am so surprised when you come down. You are wearing your long black knit skirt with your white square neck top. I can see the shimmer of nylon on your legs and notice that you have your black high-heeled sandals on. Before you reach the den, where I am sitting, the familiar scent of White Shoulders stimulates my senses. As you approach, my eyes are drawn to the neckline of your blouse by the necklace that dangles into the space between your breasts. I pull you into my arms and as I pull you close we share a tender kiss.
We back away from each other, but continue to hold hands. I just can't seem to let you go since I arrived home. A week without you has once more made me realize just how much I need and love you. I ask if I am dressed OK to go with you. You assure me that I am fine.
We head to the mall. We have no particular destination, so we just wander the mall hand in hand. I am enjoying being with my beautiful wife; occasionally pulling you close for a kiss or a hug. As we walk along, you see a pair of shoes that you want to try on. The salesperson goes to the back to get your shoes as we sit down. I decide to sit across from you so that I can continue to take in your beauty.
You reach down to slide off your shoes as the salesperson approaches. You try on the shoes, but they are not quite the right size. The salesperson heads to the back of the store to get a different size leaving us alone in the store. It suddenly dawns on me that your skirt appears to be getting shorter. As I look into your eyes, I can tell that it's not my imagination; you are doing it on purpose to tease me. My eyes fall to your legs again as the hem of your skirt clears your knees. Your knees separate and I get a view under your skirt all the way to the juncture of your legs. My eyes catch a glimpse of the crotch of your red satin panties. Just as I start to realize this is real and not a dream, your knees close and your skirt slides down over your knees again.
As the salesperson approaches with your shoes, we look at each other and you just smile. You try on the shoes and decide that they are not really what you wanted. You thank the sales person and stand to go. As I stand to go with you, you take my hand and pull me close whispering, "I see you enjoyed the show."
When I ask what you mean you whisper, "Your jeans seem to have gotten tighter."
"Well if they have, it's all your fault," I reply.
"Are you ready to go home?" you ask.
"I'm ready to be with you," I answer.
As we walk out of the mall to the car I continue to hold your hand, not wanting you to wander away at all. I help you into the car as we share a kiss before I shut your door. I slide into my seat and put my seat belt on. As I reach to start the car, your hand reaches over and massages the bulge in my jeans.
"Is this for me?" you ask.
