This is how I want it to go, the very first time. The time that kicks everything off.
I'm working from home, alone. My husband is away, the children at school. You phone and ask me what I'm doing. As always, as soon as I hear your voice it's like all the blood in my body rushes to my pussy and I can feel myself getting wet. When I tell you I'm here alone, with noone due home for hours, you tell me you have a meeting in the area and will drop by.
In theory, we have work to discuss. In reality, I go upstairs and change my underwear for something sexier. Black, tiny, lacy. I put on skin-tight black workout wear over the top, and sit down at my desk. I can feel my heart beating in my chest as I wait.
You're here in no time. I hear a quiet knock at the door, and I walk over to open it. I'm careful not to rush. In this game, noone wants to appear too eager.
You walk in, and look around. It feels strange to have you here, alone, without the usual constraints and boundaries. With noone observing us. I want to run my hands over you but I'm still not sure what the protocol is today. It changes, according to your appetite for risk, your level of paranoia. In contrast, I am always reckless. I'm starting to realise that the tension, the unpredictability is part of what makes this thing so hot.
You take off your coat, and drape it over my sofa. You're wearing a shirt that you know turns me on. It's fitted, and shows off your broad shoulders and chest, your strong arms. We sit at my desk, discussing work projects, as the tension builds. This is surreal. I can't work out your game, or my next move. I know I'm staring at your face, but I can't help it. You're so fucking gorgeous.
Suddenly, you stand up.
"Do you mind if I take a shower?" you ask. I swallow hard.
"You don't want to work any more?" I ask.
"I can't. I'm too distracted" you say.
Fuck yes. Game on. My heart thumps in my chest as I stand up and follow you down the hall. There are three bathrooms - you choose the one without any windows. Outside the door, you take off your shoes and socks, and then your shirt. As always, the minute I see you shirtless I'm gone. My pussy throbs, as I kick off my own shoes and socks and follow you into the room.
You turn off the light, and as my eyes adjust, I hear you unzipping your pants. I hear them drop to the floor. You step out of them and turn on the hot shower tap so the room starts to fill with steam. I'm standing there fully clothed still, in a daze. You reach for me, pulling me towards you and forcefully grabbing my pussy through my leggings. We're standing on the edge of the shower, and the spray mists my face. I snap out of it and begin tearing my clothes off as you step into the shower and under the hot water.
It's dark in here, but not so dark that I can't make out your face, and your body. I can't touch you enough, in enough places to satisfy me. I soap my hands and run them over your shoulders, your arms, your chest, your arse. I bury my face in your neck and breathe you in, as you grab my arse with both hands and squeeze, letting out a deep groan. The hot water washes over us, and you glide your soapy hands all over my body, feeling every curve.
