Saturday finally came.
She was waiting on the couch, with her nerves all excited. Her curly hair was up, with strands by her eyes. She wore little makeup. She was full of nervous excitement as she listened for the door. The tops of her breasts swelled with each anxious breath and her nipples pushed insistently against the fabric of her sheer black nightgown.
As she sat there, the tops of her stockings and a hint of garter belt straps were visible just below the hem of her long evening gown. Her knees were only slightly apart, but her lower legs were spread wider, creating an upside down "v". She wore heels, but with her feet turned inward and the pout on her lips, she was a conflicting picture of sexy innocence.
It seemed like forever before she heard him opening the door. When it did, she looked down at her own lap, her heart pounding erratically. She heard the door open, then close again and the lock softly click into place. She was overwhelmed by the fact that he was now in the foyer and the sound of his footsteps caused an ache to build inside her. Without even looking at him, her mouth moistened, getting ready for him. Her eyes were still focused downward, but she could feel him standing near her.