She found a card at the Hallmark store that read on the front, " I give you my heart." and on the inside, "But if you'd rather play with the package it comes in, I wouldn't mind." Signing it, "With love," and sealing it with a scarlet lip-stick lip print she put it in the envelope and laid it on the pillow next to hers where he would find it when he came home late from his tour of duty at the airport.
She readied herself for bed for him by putting on a black satin garter belt to hold up opera length, black, seamed stockings. She put on a pair of lace and satin panties to cover her round ass.
"He'll love peeling those off," she thought.
She then pulled on over her head his favorite black satin, chemise length slip that had six-inch French lace at hem and bodice. The lace at the hem created a soft line at the thighs where the top of the stockings, garters and flesh met; and knowing him as she did, she knew this would invited him to want to peek further up beneath the satin of the slip. The six-inch French lace across the bodice softly veiled her 38D tits and nipples that, today, seemed to be begging for attention.
One last check in the full-length mirror of her dressing room, she adjusts each tit so that each pink areola with its rosy nipple shows through the top of the slip. Then, turning around to look over a soft white shoulder she makes sure that the seams of her stockings are straight. Turning front to once again, she smoothes her hands over her Rubinesque shape. The beautiful sleek chemise smoothing out the curves of her full woman's figure.
The addition of long dangling earrings, a brush of the shoulder length, reddish- brown hair, a spritz of his favorite perfume and a swipe of the same scarlet lipstick that graced the card and all will be perfect.
There on the white satin sheets she went to sleep lying in wait for her man.
She roused briefly when she heard his keys in the door at 2 AM but fell back to sleep. She knew he would have the bourbon Manhattan she always had ready for him and then go watch a bit of TV to unwind before he would come to bed.
Swallowing the last of his nightcap and tapping the "off" button of the remote he rose heavily from his chair and dragged himself upstairs to bed. Shoes in hand, he padded down the hall stopping in the bathroom to take a final whiz.
Arriving in the bedroom, he simultaneously dropped his shoes and snapped on the low-light lamp next to his side of the bed. There she is on the white satin linens lying on her back, hands over her head. She is asleep, as usual, but he notices that she is not wearing her nightgown. The sheet covering her only to the waist lets him see that instead she has on his favorite slip.
