He told me to write down a list of things that I wanted to try with him. I tried, but ended up writing a scenario that I would like to try with him instead. He's at work, and is going to be off fairly soon, so I have to hurry if I want to set it up.
Instead of simply reading it to him, I thought I could best him one and simply do it instead. He's always playing these silly kinds of bedroom games with me, and I think I'm beginning to catch on. I like how it changes things up a bit. This time the ball is in my court, and I'm going to take him to the hole, so to say.
The first step was clothing. I picked out my sexiest black bra and panties first. As I continued searching for what to wear, it occurred to me that I wasn't going out, and lingerie would be just enough anyhow. Soon it would be no more than a floor decoration anyhow.
Once my entire bedroom was lit up with softly glowing candles, I needed some mood music. Ah, Barry White. I get chills when he talks. "This should do the trick for now."
Earlier in the week I had bought some massage oils while I was shopping around the mall because I was thinking of my man. I've never had a better masseuse, and he could simply melt me with his touch. Add a little oil, and I should be in ecstasy. Now they sat within arms reach of the bed. I chuckled to myself as I arranged them neatly so the labels could be read.
Just as I smoothed out the wrinkles in the comforter, I could hear the clicking of his key in the front door. I shuffled quickly to the bedroom doorway and posed in a way that I had once seen on a swimsuit calendar somewhere. My legs were nearly shaking because I was so anxious for him to come around the corner.
There he was. I think he almost dropped his things when he first saw me. I know he dropped his jaw, anyway. "Whoa." is all he said. A devilish smile came across my face as my finger lured him toward me.
In one swift motion his shoes were off, tie loosened, and keys on the floor. Our arms flowed around each others bodies as our lips met in a divine seal. I found myself walking backwards into the candle-lit room and towards the bed. Not once did our lips part, nor arms stop moving.
I could tell this was just what he wanted by the way his fingers pulled at my bare skin and his tongue explored my mouth.
His arms eased me backwards and down onto the bed, catching my head before it hit the pillow. I could smell his musky scent from having worked a hard day. He brought himself to be kneeling over me as my hands undid his tie. I dropped it to the floor and began slowly unbuttoning his white shirt. He just stared deeply into my eyes without saying anything as I worked down his chest.
When the shirt was undone, he pulled it to the floor, followed by his undershirt. My hormones went crazy as I watched his thin, but very well-toned form move to free itself from the shirt. My hands began wandering over his chest and abs even before the shirt was over his head, and I was already beginning to feel quite wet.
