I am making preparations to meet your flight. You've been gone three month and tonight will be one that neither of us will ever forget. It's 6PM and your flight arrives at 7:18PM. I am soaking in a warm bubble bath, slowly running the razor over every inch of my glorious legs, ensuring my mound is as smooth and soft as velvet.
I go the extra mile, knowing how much you love a clean ass. I slowly pump warm water, mixed with your favorite apple flavored massage oil between my ass checks and feel a wonderful tingle shudder through my loins.
As I dry off, I slowly insert my favorite Ben Wa balls that I've had soaking in warm apple flavored oil. They easily slip past my hot moist lips and I smile as their warmth fills my loins. Then I put a foot on the sink counter and pull anal beads from the warm oil. I watch in the mirror as each bead slowly disappears between my soft firm cheeks. They fill that hole with a warm glow and I grin, imagining you gently tugging each bead out with your teeth. I know in my heart you will appreciate all these painstaking preparations.
It's 6:30 PM and naked, I walk downstairs to begin preparations for the sensual feast I have planned. On our granite countertop I put a bottle of my favorite Chardonnay on ice and set a bottle of Dalmore, your favorite single malt scotch, next to it. A wine glass, scotch tumbler, plate of chocolate covered strawberries, and a bottle of apple massage oil complete the place setting. Satisfied, I walk to the hall closet and grab my overcoat to cover my soft , smooth, glowing nakedness, then hop into the car.
As I slide into the seat of the Pacifica, my pussy and rear end tingle, as the balls shift ever so slightly and a warm gush of juices flow from my lips. As I back out, a warm drop slides from the bottom of my vulva and slowly work its way into the crack of my hot ass. I have to hit the brakes and shudder with a micro-orgasm. I wonder if it's safe to navigate freeway traffic with all these wonderful sensations coursing through me?
As I cruise the arrivals lane I see you and can tell, by the bulge in your pants, you are looking forward to the reunion as much as me! I hop out and discreetly open the overcoat as your arms engulf me. I rub my nakedness against your hard body, giving an extra thrust with my pelvis against your throbbing penis. I slip away with a sly smile, wrapping the coat around me, enjoying this risque public display of nudity. Then I hop in the passenger seat.
As we merge onto the I-5, I open my coat and show you my luscious glowing body. You slowly take in the full scope of my painstaking preparations, then give me a warm smile and wink of appreciation. As you gaze at my smooth glowing mound, I spread my legs, so you can see the Ben Wa string, then wiggle my hips suggestively and give a low sexy moan.
As your eyes widen, I tell you, "Get those eyes back on the road!"
When you exit onto the side streets, I take a small bottle of oil from my jacket pocket, fully recline the seat and slowly, drop by drop, drip oil across my body, starting from my full round breasts, down my belly, and ending at my smooth mons pubic mound. I take your hand and help you help rub the oil in, starting with my breasts. As you get close to my mound I turn on a tiny clitoral stimulator and slip it into your hand. I smile, as you make the turn onto our street and firmly hold the stimulator against my clit.
Eventually I shudder in full orgasm and lay, legs spread eagle, basking in the jello-like feeling. I stare at the ceiling for a full minute, as you gaze at me basking in post orgasmic bliss.
Then you break the moment and ask, "Where's the garage door opener?"
I then realize I've been fully exposed in our driveway for the last few minutes, with your vibrating hands between my widespread legs. Embarrassed, I secretly thank god we have high hedges!
As you pull in the garage I shrug out of my overcoat and exit the car completely naked. The soft light of the blinking garage light reflects off my oily body, giving you strobe-like glimpses of my voluptuous, glistening body. I walk quickly and purposefully ahead of you, knowing you are admiring the rhythmic flexing of my hard, round ass cheeks. You curiously follow me as I beeline to the kitchen. As you walk in, I am stepping from one of our barstools, completely naked.