She prepares herself carefully.
First, she showers with fragrant soap and shampoo, which leaves her smelling like a sweet, ripe strawberry. Next, she anoints herself with nourishing cocoa butter which turns her skin into a slick, shiny surface. A tiny smile bends her lips because she knows how much he loves her combination of scents. She inserts contact lenses in her green eyes and applies dark smokey eye makeup and shiny lip gloss. She makes a kissy face at herself in the mirror and giggles. She dries her burgundy hair and arranges it just the way he likes it.
Now, she enters their room and dons the purple satin and black lace garter set he bought her. The lace of the demi-cup push up bra scratches her nipples ever so slightly, causing them to redden and stand at attention. She stands with one leg on the bed and one on the floor as she bends down to pull on the black silk stockings. They slide over her glazed legs up to her thighs where she attaches them to the garters. She enjoys her reflection in the huge mirror on the wall behind her and in the one in the mirrored headboard in front of her. Her hands enjoy the sensuous slippery stockings against her newly smooth legs. She knows how much he loves to run his fingertips down her body and legs. The thought sends a shiver down her spine. She feels heat building between her legs as she thinks of those magical hands.
She turns to her closet and brings out the conservative black skirt and jacket set. She slides on the narrow skirt that falls to her knees. When she buttons on the jacket, she is pleased to see that only a hint of black lace peeks out at the top. The lace is almost lost under the swell of creamy skin pushed up and out of the V-neck of the jacket. She finds the 3" kitten heels that do up at the ankle and bends down to do them up. She smiles again as she remembers how many times she's driven him to distraction by putting on or taking off these sexy shoes.
She's already wet under her skirt as she imagines the erotic night she has planned. Now, she hears him open the front door and call her name as he always does. A new flush of moist heat floods her as she hears his voice. She doesn't answer but waits for him to follow the trail of love notes to their bedroom. She arranges herself on the bed with legs demurely crossed at the ankle but breasts pushed out to full advantage. He is smiling as he opens the door and his eyes darken to smoldering green embers as he sees her. She smiles seductively up at him as he advances toward her.
"You like?" she purrs using the low voice she knows turns him on.
"O, yes!" he answers back in a growl.
He reaches for her but she pushes his hand away as she tells him he can have her AFTER dinner.
"I'm for dessert, my love," she purrs and looks up at him from under a thick fringe of lashes.
After he showers, shaves, and changes and they are in the car, he instictively heads toward their favorite Italian restaurant. She keeps up an insistent and slow assault on his senses by running her finger up and down his leg. Every sweep brings her hand closer to his growing cock. Just as they pull into the parking lot of the restaurant, she bends over him and, in one fluid motion, unzips his pants, takes his entire cock in her hot, wet mouth and slides it from base to tip. She releases him and zips him up before he even has time to sigh. She smiles and sweetly tells him to park under that tree in the dark corner of the lot. He obeys with a grin. She checks her lipstick and asks him to get out and open her door, please. He is starting to understand just what kind of evening she has in mind!
She made reservations so their table is ready when they walk in. It's a booth at the back of the restaurant which is perfect for her dinner plans.
