It had been a long day at work. Meetings had been long and boring, figures hadn't added up and I was tired after drinking too much red wine the night before. My frustration cranked up another notch when my PA announced another hastily arranged meeting. Now driving home in my car I was cranky, trying to loosen my tie, which doubled as the collar that bound me to my desk.
Pulling into the driveway of our comfortable house I could see lights on inside and my desire grew. Julie and I had been having a rough time recently, my work was keeping me busy and I admitted to the marriage guidance counsellor that I was neglecting my partner's emotional needs through my commitment to work. I told her that at that moment in time I was too tired for sex and that it wasn't Julie not doing it for me but that I was exhausted. It irritated me that some middle aged woman who dressed in a bohemian style thought she could solve the problems of our relationship. Julie had cried a lot and I spent most of the sessions inspecting my polished shoes, still listening and feeling guilty about how I had made my partner feel. In the session last night Mrs Boho had suggested that we both make an effort, that I stop shrugging Julie away even if I was tired. That we didn't need to have full sex but to engage in a session of sensuous massage or just do little favours to make each other feel special.
As I walked through the door I could hear the stereo on, playing soft music and saw a flickering of candle-light from the living room at the back of the house. Placing my briefcase down and taking off my suit jacket which I hung up I followed the sound and walked into the lounge. Julie smiled up at me, looking genuinely delighted to see me arrive home and placed a welcome glass of red wine into my hand. I didn't want sensuous massage tonight. I was tense from my job and I knew what I wanted to relieve that tension.
Julie looked amazing, her freshly washed hair hung loosely in curls framing her pretty face which didn't need any make-up to make it attractive. Her robe was a plain white towelling one, but I knew that it was there to make what was underneath more tempting. Taking a long drink of the wine I pulled her close to me. Kissing her hard on the lips, my hands were in her hair, my tongue forced its way into her mouth and she responded with her own, searching my mouth, round my teeth and lips. "Oh man" I whispered, "I have missed this!"
I could feel a familiar stirring in my underwear and I am sure that Julie was not unaware of the hardness poking into her hip. Her hands moved to take off my tie and unbutton my shirt, she hadn't spoken a word since I came in the house but I knew exactly what she wanted. Her fingers found my nipples and teased them until they stood proud, I moved my mouth from her lips and down to her neck, nibbling and kissing very gently at it, moving up to her earlobe then back down to her collarbone, knowing that this would bring a reaction from her.
Then I pushed her away slightly, my shirt long discarded by her I decided it was time that the robe she was wearing went the same way. Unfastening the belt slowly I gasped at her red lacy bra, pants and suspender belt. The evidence of my desire was now obvious as my cock stood to attention causing the fabric of my pants to rise up. I plunged my head between her breasts, contrasting their warm, softness and the feeling of the lace, my fingers working on her nipples through the fabric, feeling them rise to my touch. The bra came off easily and I gazed at her ripe, round breasts and succulent nipples, now stood to attention. Taking one in my mouth I licked it, marvelling at the ability it had to grow even more, while Julie fondled my cock through the material of my pants causing my desire to grow.
