You lean back in your desk chair with a smile on your face, listening to my voice on the phone held to your ear.
"Don't work too hard, Darling." I say the words in a teasing voice, knowing you will. "I'll be waiting for you when you get home."
"Is that a promise?" You ask me quietly.
"You know it is." I sit in silence knowing you are thinking about what my promise might hold for you.
"I'm counting on it, Baby. Leave the light on for me." You hang up the phone softly as your mind wonders what I could be up to. The phone rings again and you get back to work.
I smile as I hang up the phone and start making preparations for the night ahead. I know that you might be late, because it happens often. It is part of your job. Some women might resent that it takes you away from me so often, but I know that what you do is part of what makes you the man that I love. I also know that you always make it up to me so sweetly whenever something interferes with our plans. I look around the bedroom to make certain that everything is perfect for my surprise, then head for the bathroom to take a nice, long, hot shower.
I reach in and turn on the water in the shower then start to slowly undress in front of the mirrored wall in the bathroom. As I uncover each part of my body, I run my hands over it, wondering if it is good enough, beautiful enough for you. When I am fully naked I stand and look at myself and hope that I am everything that you ever want or need. I vow to myself to always give everything I am to keep our relationship fresh and exciting. I waited a long time for you to come into my life, and I never want to think about what it would be like without you in it. I slowly pile my hair on top of my head and pin it in place to keep it from getting wet in the shower. Looking in the mirror again I give myself an encouraging smile, then turn and step into the shower.
I stand under the hot spray and let it ease the tension in my shoulders as I think back on my day. I felt I had accomplished a lot with my work today. I couldn't wait to show you the new drawing I had finished. It was, in my opinion, by far the best landscape I had done in a long time, the beautiful hues of the pastels capturing the light of the setting sun over the mountains. I wanted to see the expression on your face when you saw the land you love captured by my artistic hand.
My mind drifts away to another expression I saw on your face just this morning. My hands slide over my wet skin as I remember the passion in your eyes as our two bodies became one. The strength in your body always excites me beyond belief. The way you love me is unlike anything I have ever known in my life before, so intense, so uninhibited. I pick up a bath puff and slowly work some vanilla scented gel into it, then start soaping up my body. As my hands work over my skin I think of how your hands feel on me, and feel the heat start rising deep within. I rub the puff in circles over my breasts and belly, remembering the feel of your hot tongue on them this morning. My hands drift downward and I soap up my calves and thighs.
I rinse out the puff and hang it up then squirt a little more gel on my hands. The lather slowly builds as I rub them together. I slide them down the front of my body again and slowly between my thighs. My fingers slip into the folds of my sex, remembering how thoroughly you explored there. My clit rises from beneath its hiding place in anticipation. I consider exploring my hunger further, but decide to let it build until you come home. I rinse myself off thoroughly then turn off the water and step out of the shower.
I rub my warm, moist skin with the soft towel, enjoying the friction it creates over my sensitized flesh. I finish drying myself then sit down on the commode to apply vanilla scented lotion to my legs. When I finish with my legs I stand in front of the mirror again as I smooth the lotion over my upper body, rubbing it in slowly. As I finish I look at the small clock on the vanity and see that it is almost time for you to arrive home. I spray a fine mist of perfume in the valley between my breasts, inhaling the erotic scent and smiling at the thought of you tracing the scent with your warm breath and hot tongue. I take down my hair and run a brush through it, letting the soft curls fall freely around my shoulders. I look in the mirror one last time and smile at the soft glow on my skin, hoping that you will enjoy my efforts to make it inviting.
I walk into the bedroom and light the candles I placed around the room, creating a soft glow in the dark corners. In front of the large window sits a new boudoir chair, upholstered in a soft, midnight blue chenille fabric. The full moon is shining in through the window onto the chair. I see your headlights bounce across the snow as you near the house and quickly seat myself in the chair. I lean back and drape my left knee over the arm of the chair, my hair falling softly around me. The moon highlights the contrast between the soft fabric and my pale skin. I wait breathlessly for you to find me there.
As you pull up to the house you see that it is dark and you assume I have already gone to bed. You come into the house and pull off your jacket as you walk to the kitchen to fix yourself something to drink. The rest of your night at work had been crazy and you were ready to relax. With a glass of juice in your hand you walk to the bedroom to look in on me. As your reach the door you notice the soft glow coming from beneath it. You open it slowly and stand there as your eyes adjust to the dimness of the room. Your gaze is immediately drawn to the window where the moonlight is spilling in on me seated in the chair.
You stand there quietly and simply look at me. I rise and walk over to you, coming to a stop with my nipples grazing your chest. I hear you inhale deeply as my scent reaches you, your chest expanding and pressing against my nipples firmly. I take the glass from your hand and set it on a table next to the door then take your hand and pull you fully into the room, closing the door behind you. I turn to you and raise my lips to yours kissing you softly.
"Hello Darling," I say quietly. "I'm glad you're home."
"So am I," you whisper against my lips as you kiss me again.
I unbuckle your holster and set it on the table. Taking your hand again I lead you to the chair. I turn you to face me and slowly unbutton your shirt, standing as close as I can and still be able to move my hands between our bodies. You watch me quietly as I pull your shirt out of your pants and slide it off of your shoulders and down your arms. I drop the shirt next to the chair for now, as I focus on removing your vest. The Velcro sounds loud in the room as I pull the straps fee and pull the vest away from your body. It, too, drops to the floor with your shirt.
I run my hands over the soft shirt you were wearing beneath the vest, grazing your nipples with my nails. I slide my hands beneath the hem and run them up your chest, sliding my fingers through the curling hairs. Your skin is so warm to my touch. I find so much pleasure in just touching you. You raise your arms above your head and I pull the shirt off. As it joins the growing pile on the floor my lips find your bare skin. I nuzzle into the hair on your chest and rain soft kisses there. My lips find a nipple and I flick my tongue over it. You make a sound of enjoyment and I continue across your belly, trailing my tongue ever downward.
