It's been a long day and I'm tired. You're due home at seven so I decide to grab a quick shower before I prepare something to eat. I stand in the shower longer than I intend to, letting the hot jets of water fall against my skin and ease away my stresses.
We've planned to just stay in with a DVD so I quickly dry myself off and put on one of your work shirts, it's to warm to get dressed and there seems to be no need if we are not going out anyway and besides I can smell the lingering scent of your aftershave from the collar. Pulling on black silk knickers I pad into the kitchen in my bare feet to start dinner.
I'm so engrossed in my task I don't even hear you come into the house, the first I am aware of you is when I feel your warm breath on my neck, your hands sliding up the back of my thighs and under my shirt....fuck I hate sometimes how you can instantly turn me on....even when I think I am not in the mood your touch makes me feel very different.
I turn round to face you.
"Hey baby, I borrowed your shirt." I say, at least having the decency to look a little sheepish.
"So I see!" you reply, your hands sliding up my stomach towards my breasts.
I moan when your thumbs brush across my nipples, which instantly harden to your touch, leaning forward into you, I twist my hand into your hair and pull you forward into a kiss, my tongue hungrily exploring your mouth, pushing my hips forward just a little to feel your hardness.
Making me raise my arms you slide the shirt over my head, leaving me standing against the kitchen counter in nothing but my black knickers, which are now soaking. Pushing yourself against me you lower your lips to my breasts teasing each nipple in turn, your fingertips tracing down the sides where you know I am sensitive.
"Oh yes!" I moan, my head thrown back. "That feels so good."
Laughing you lift me up onto the worktop and starting at my ankle, kiss your way up my legs, parting them as you go. I can see you looking at my knickers, admiring the dark circle that is rapidly growing with each touch of your lips on my skin. Pushing me back just a little and making me bend my knees so my feet are on the edge of the worktop, my legs open wide to you as you kiss down my thighs towards my pussy inhaling my scent as you go.
I think I am going to explode when I feel the tip of your tongue slide along my slit pushing the silk fabric of my underwear against my lips. I am finding it hard to not touch myself but you take my hands and hold them at my sides, dipping your head again to my moist hole, pushing and sucking on the fabric, occasionally gliding past my clit making me moan, a mixture of lust and frustration.
"I can't have you touching," you tell me and using a hand towel you gently bind my wrists.
Both hands now free you resume your assault on my poor defenceless cunt, your fingers tracing against the elastic of my knickers, easing just inside my lips, using the soaking gusset to apply pressure to my clit. Involuntarily I raise my hips towards you, moaning, needing to feel that pressure.
Gently you tease my knickers from me, drawing them down my legs and discarding them on the floor.
Using just your thumbs you tease my lips apart, tracing a line down either side of my clit, but not touching it, I am trying so hard to manoeuvre myself against your fingers, but you are an expert at making me wait!
Dipping your head you use the tip of your tongue to flick against my clit.
"Oh fuck baby," is all I can moan.
