I've been waiting impatiently all week -- we talk on the phone, we tease, I can almost feel his caressing hands as he tells me what he's going to do to me this weekend. Damn, what a turn on. I know we are going to do it every way imaginable once he gets here. And I am tired of getting myself off alone, I want him here!
I've got it all planned. My outfit is all set out, can't wait till he sees me in it. Purple and black corset with ribbons up the back -- the only kind that will fit me! Every time I try to buy some cute little corset my tits look ridiculous falling out of the top -- all squashed and super unattractive so I'll stick with the ribbony type. I consider them my only option, really. These babies don't do well without support!
I'm going to meet him at the front door where we have a little "mud room". It's really too grand of a house to call it that, but it draws the picture. I've turned the lights off in the little room, but though the full-length lacey curtain we'll have the porch light. The door to the foyer will be closed but it also has a window and I'm counting on no one looking through the curtain to notice our activities. I decorated the little bench with blue cushions in case I end up bent over that bench. I added a mirror opposite the bench for his viewing pleasure.
My plan was to come down in my corset and thigh high black stocking with a sexy black robe keeping me decent. He called as he pulled up and I ran directly from the shower to the front door. I pulled him inside, dying to get my hands on him. Pushing closed the foyer door; we were trapped in the dim little room. With his lips on mine, I concentrated on getting his pants off. I was slightly concerned that my roommate would wander downstairs just now but mostly I was thinking about his hands running up my legs and untying my robe.
