As I entered the house from the garage I did a double take wondering if I had walked into the wrong house. A familiar looking girl was sitting at the kitchen table. The girl had her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She was wearing what appeared to be a plaid schoolgirl jumper with a white blouse underneath. Her legs were encased in white knee-highs and high-heeled loafers. She appeared to be doing schoolwork.
As I closed the door behind me, she turned to look at me. Her face was made-up just like a teenager. The red on the cheeks and green eye shadow were a little too heavy. Her lips were coated in a cherry red gloss. Looking through the make-up it suddenly occurred to me why she looked familiar. I didn’t know my wife when she was a teenager and had never seen her dressed like this before. All I could do was stand there and stare.
“I’m working on my homework honey. If you want to sit with me while I finish, feel free to,” she says.
Not knowing what else to do, I reply, “OK,” then take a seat at the table across from her.
“I’m going to get a drink, would you like one?” she asks.
Still recovering from the shock of seeing her dressed like this, another “OK,” is all I can manage.
As she gets out of her chair and walks to the cabinet, my eyes follow her every move. Standing on her toes to reach up into the cabinet for the glasses, the hem of her skirt rides up allowing a hint of her white panties to peek out.
Taking the glasses to the refrigerator, she starts to fill them with ice. A cube escapes one of the glasses and falls to the floor. She sets the glasses on the counter to free her hands to recover the ice cube. As she bends at the waist to reach the cube her skirt rides higher then before. As my eyes take in the fact that the back of her white satin panties are covered with rows of lace, a small gasp escapes my lips.
“I guess that you are enjoying the view,” you say pulling me out of my trance. “It’s not nice to stare at a young ladies panties.”
“I’m sorry, I just can’t get over how you are dressed and how beautiful you look,” I reply.
“Thanks for the compliment, if you let me finish my homework, maybe I can show you just how much I appreciate it. Why don’t you take your drink and go get a shower. By the time you are done, I should be done my homework,” she says.
As I walk toward the stairs to our bedroom, I turn my head to look at my wife once again. As I pause to stare at her one more time, I wonder to myself how she knew her surprise would be something I would be thrilled with. I also think just how lucky I am to have such a beautiful and playful wife.
After my shower I dress in jeans and a button down shirt and head down the stairs, wondering what other surprises my wife may have in store for me tonight. Wanting to be able to get another good look at her, I come down the stairs as quietly as possible. Turning the corner I see her standing at the kitchen table facing away from me. She appears to be putting her books away. I move towards her slowly and quietly.
As I get close to her I smell her White Shoulders perfume. Slowly I surround her waist with my arms and snuggle against her back. My lips move to the back of her neck, gently kissing the spots that her ponytail has exposed. My kisses trail toward her ear and when they arrive there settle on her ear lobe. My tongue splits my lips open and moves into her ear. As the tip scrapes the inside of her ear, she moans and pushes back against me.
Taking her moan as a signal that she is enjoying this, I start to move my hands from around her waist toward your breasts. Her hands quickly move to block my progress.