I want you to come in.
Sit down.
And let me serve you dinner.
Wearing nothing but a bra, pants and an apron.
The kids are away, so we are alone.
The music plays softly in the back ground as I slowly remove your tie and loosen your shirt.
A brief kiss and I tell you to sit down for dinner.
You watch as I bend down, while taking dinner from the oven. You see that I'm wearing crotch less knickers, I turn and smile.
I had planned it that way.
I place your food in front of you, whilst swaying to the music. I turn and I place my dinner down, opposite yours.
Before seating myself, I stand with my back to you and ask you to untie my apron.
You do it with almost trembling hands.
Turning round to face you, I lift it over my head exposing my bra, only this bra is nipple less, so you're faced with my pert nipples.
I don't allow you to touch and insist you do not mention what I am wearing, only the events of the day as you usually would.
You seem to struggle to talk and eat today for some reason, telling me your appetite for food is minimal.
After a small amount of the dinner, I move around the table and stand behind you, leaning over you from behind.
I take off your shirt in what seems like slow motion. Running my hands through your hair and down your back. Kissing from your neck across your shoulders and down your back.
I turn you around to face me, and place your hands beneath your legs.