It has been a long day running around for other people, making sure they get what they need and are happy. I have finally finished that and am on my way to you. The drive seems so long and traffic is horrendous. Everyone wants to get out of the freezing weather and back home it seems. You ring to ask how far away I am.
"About fifteen minutes I reckon."
"Great, I've just got in and that gives me time to have some dinner ready when you get in. Something light, we've got a big night ahead" you purr into the phone, voice dripping with sexy cheekiness.
This is the best thing I have heard all day not having had time to eat yet. I can't wait to sit down with you and have dinner, a glass of wine and talk about our days; all nice and warm in the house with the cold and the rat race all kept outside. I would be lying if I said a smile didn't creep across my face as I thought about what we had planned that night.
As I step into the house I feel the warmth. Not just of the heating, which is set to the perfect temperature, but also the warmth of the love that comes over your face when you greet me as I walk in. You kiss me as soon as I close the door. Your kisses are always mood perfect, this one says that you love me and are really happy to see me, and also hints at the sexual tension which is already starting to build.
You look as gorgeous as ever in your day to day clothes. Your work polo shirt fits you beautifully and seems to accentuate your beautiful figure, especially with the dark fitted jeans that you have on, which accentuate the glorious shape of your bum. It's clear that you have reapplied your red lipstick to greet me, but you're otherwise radiant in your natural beauty.
You lead me into the kitchen where there are two bowls of Vietnamese noodles and two fresh glasses of wine. We sit down and eat and chat easily about what we have been up to and other random things that come to us. You get up to pour two more glasses of wine and beckon me into the lounge.
We get into the lounge and you tell me to sit on the sofa. You hand me my wine and put the football on the TV.
"I'm just going to get out of my work clothes and have a shower. You sit down, relax, watch the football and stay put. Tonight is all about you baby." You whisper this last sentence right into my ear and your words are dripping with sex.
You lean over me on the sofa and kiss me, deeply and passionately but fleetingly. Wine in hand you head for the bathroom wiggling your ass a bit more than you normally would as you walk. You know I'm watching at you as you leave and I can tell you're enjoying my gaze.
I'm feeling so very relaxed that I haven't taken off any of the clothes I walked in wearing. Boots, jeans, a button down shirt and a knit sweater. During a break in play I realize I'm getting a bit warm, so I take off the sweater.
This right here is domestic bliss. A lovely dinner followed by relaxing wine and football. I can hear snippets of you singing to yourself while you're getting dressed. The way you sing when you're happy and content, which makes me smile. I know you'll be wiggling your bum as you do, which I love to watch, but I'll stay put as you told me to. You're taking longer than normal to get changed but I don't notice it because I'm feeling so happy hearing your happiness waft down the hall.
I sense the light going out in the bedroom in my peripheral vision and then I hear you coming. The unmistakable sound of stilettos on wood floors coming down the hallway towards me. Definitely not Friday night on the couch watching Netflix shoes.
"Hello handsome," you purr as you lean on the doorframe to the lounge room.
My mouth dropped wide open as I caught sight of you for the first time. My ears had not deceived me, you were standing there in patent leather black stilettos. Teamed with this were black thigh high fishnet stockings and a black lace sheer babydoll. It was clear that you weren't wearing any panties under the babydoll and that you had had a Brazilian wax since the last time I saw you.
"I had the panties on, but they didn't look as sexy as with them off. And I felt like this occasion deserved a special haircut. " You say this, having noticed my gaze going to the bottom of the babydoll.
"You look perfect darling" I say and beckon you over to me.
You come to me, lean over and kiss me, deeply. Our tongues flit across each other in that familiar sexy dance. Your hand brushes over my crotch in a way that you could try and play off as an accident but that we both know was very deliberate. When you feel how aroused I am, you raise your eyebrow at me and smile.
"I'll get you a drink sir" you proclaim as you stand up from feeling my manhood. "Let me clear up this glass for you."
You bend over in front of me to collect my glass from the coffee table. The bend is much deeper and deliberate than is necessary to collect the glass, a move clearly designed to put your naked buttocks right in front of me. I accept this silent invitation and grab your bum in my hand, firmly but tenderly. I know you love the way I touch your ass, almost as much as I love touching it. You give a little breath of pleasure then stand up to go get my drink.
You hand me a glass, Laphroaig 10 year old neat, then sit down resting up against me on the sofa with your arm on my thigh. The way you sit makes me feel like the only man in the world and your sole focus. You rub my thigh, hold my arm and nuzzle your cheek on my beard while I sip the delicious Scottish nectar.