He came over to talk about updating the kitchen and bathroom. He was delayed because of the rain, and it was dark out by the time he arrived. My husband had already left for work, trusting I knew what I wanted done. I opened the door to the sexiest, most rugged man I'd ever seen. I could see by the way he looked at me he wanted me, and as I led him to the kitchen I was suddenly aware that I wasn't wearing anything under my short dress. As I showed him the problem with the countertop, I leaned over and I felt my dress start riding up but I didn't know if he could see anything. Then he came over to look, brushing up against me as he leaned over too.
We talked some more about the different things that could be done, and I knew when he talked about expanding things he wasn't just talking about the kitchen. I leaned into the fridge to get him a bottle of water, bending forward much farther than necessary. When we talked about lighting, I was tempted to sit on the counter and show him how I needed more lighting to do certain things on the counter, but I restrained myself, showing him instead to the bathroom. In the enclosed space of the bathroom, the heat between us was unbearable. I showed him how I needed a ledge in the bathtub to shave my legs, lifting my leg up and placing my foot high up on the wall of the shower, knowing he wasn't looking at the ledge anymore. I explained that I needed a lot more room in the tub, because I like to relax and enjoy myself in the bathtub. Then I went to the counter, showing him how tall I'd like the new mirror to be, stretching up on my toes as my dress rode higher.
