I'm sitting on the sofa reading and you've just walked in from the bathroom. You're freshly showered and are wearing just a robe; standing as close to me as you can without touching, you obviously want my attention.
I see you but don't look up; I'm in the middle of something and I intend to wait until I get to a suitable place to stop -- then I'll give you all the attention you could possibly want. You however, have different ideas; out of the corner of my eye I see you slowly start to undo the tie on your robe. I know what you're doing but still I resist taking my eyes off my book.
Slower than necessary, you undo the tie and let it drop. As you move your legs slightly, your robe starts to fall open and I see the smoothness of the silk-like skin of your thighs. I know by now that the robe will be open more at the top and I sneak a sly look up at where your not so big but firm breasts form the most heavenly of cleavages. The robe is thin and wispy and I can see your nipples attempting to break through the material with their hardness.
I try to ignore you for a minute longer but you know me too well; you slowly peel the flimsy material over your shoulders turning your back to me. You know I adore the sexiness of your shapely yet soft back and you let the robe slide down, catching it before it reveals the round fullness of your buttocks.