The week seems to drag on forever. Dan is working seven days straight and I miss him. I agree with the saying "All work and no play, makes Jack a dull boy" but in this case it should read "All work and no play makes for no sex life." I have planned a little surprise for Dan at his work tonight. If he can't bring his body to me, I will have to bring my body to him.
Wickedly rugged are the best words to describe Dan. He stands more than six (6) feet tall; with broad shoulders, hard cut body, blonde hair and chiseled features, he reminds me of the Viking warriors of old.
"Hmm, now that is an idea." I tell myself, "Dan wearing nothing but the movie version of a Viking."
The movies know how to romanticize the Vikings, by putting them into small loin cloths, furry leggings, and a large heavy cape thrown across the shoulders. I can see Dan standing at the top of hill wearing that. Sighing heavily, I know he will never agree to it, so I will keep this one tucked away in my dream files, for the times when he is out of town.
But as I look at myself in the full length mirror I do know what he does like, and Dan will definitely like this little black and pink bustiere I bought from lingerie store today. It fits like a second skin. I run my hand down the front of it feeling the soft black silk beneath my fingers. The bustiere has long pink satin ribbons cris crossing the length of it, ending at the top and tied in a bow. It's going to take him a very long time to undo all of these ribbons, which is exactly what I am looking for.
Thinking of his strong hands against my body makes my nipples protrude through the lace.
The bra cup is a demi-cut, which show the tops of my areolas, and there are lace panels running down the length of it ending at the top of my thighs. Turning around, I take a peek at my butt, yes indeed, it looks perfect on me. There is a hint of my butt checks spilling out at the bottom of the garment. I can already picture Dan grabbing me by the ass and pulling my body against his.
My fingers begin to caress my protruding nipples and immediately my breathing starts to deepen.
"Stop it." I scold myself and turn away from the mirror. I'm so bad. I have absolutely no willpower sometimes.
The intoxicating mental image is arousing and I feel myself getting moist. I quickly run my hand down between my legs to find the heat beginning to radiate outward. I let out a soft sigh, and bring my wet fingers up to my mouth for a quick taste before I walk over to the bed.
I bend over to pick up a little black dress I laid out on the bed earlier in the day. I slip it over my head. The dress floats down slowly over my body, hiding the bustiere from sight. I reach over to the dresser for balance as I slip one foot, and then the other one, into a pair of black stiletto heels. A quick glance in the mirror, and I am ready for my man.
I am wicked. I admit it. Dan will not see this one coming. Blind sided, he will not know what hits him.