1.
Finally,
I think to myself as I hear the front door open downstairs. I've been waiting for you all day. You got home late again, but I don't blame you. I know your boss has been working you like a dog these last couple of weeks, with performance reviews just around the corner, but I also know that it's because he can't trust anyone else to do the job right. You just need to hold out a bit longer, and you will be the one to get that promotion they're dangling over you. I believe in you, baby. I'll tell you so every single day until you believe it too.
Unfortunately, words can only do so much. I know you're stressed. I know you want to hop into a time machine and flash forward until all of this is over, but I have a plan -- a distraction. A way to forget, for just a little while. You see, I've been doing some shopping recently, and there are 2 items in particular I'm sure you're going to enjoy.
I wait for you to close the door behind you and sit down on the couch, then I make my move. You'll be watching something far more interesting than TV tonight. I start to slowly walk down the stairs. I want you to watch my every move -- every step I take. As I come into view, you turn to greet me, but before you can utter a single word, your jaw drops to the floor. I continue to take slow steps, flipping my smooth, shoulder length blonde hair to the other side.
"See anything you like?" I ask coyly, and can't help but giggle at your stunned expression. It's priceless.
"Oh my God, Scarlett, you look --" you start to say, but your sentence trails off before you can finish. It seems I've rendered you speechless.
You take a few moments to look me over, from head to toe. I'm wearing light blue baby doll lingerie, and through its nearly transparent fabric you can see my other surprise: a matching baby blue thong, the cloth just barely covering my pussy. The flowery design of my lingerie is just dark enough to hide my nipples, but gives you a fantastic view of my D cup breasts. I'm still a young woman at 28 years old, and I have to say I've always been very proud of my boobs. They are a perfect handful, soft but still perky, and bounce tantalisingly with every step I take. The lingerie showcases my long legs and flawlessly smooth skin, and you can see that under my thong I have left my pubic hair natural for you, with just a neat trim to remove any excess. I hope it's everything you could have wished for in your woman. I hope I look ravishing, mind-blowing, irresistible. I hope I look--
"Perfect," you say as you stand up from the couch. "You look perfect."
I smile as I finally reach the ground floor and walk towards you, my breasts and lingerie swaying back and forth like palm trees on a warm summer night.
"There's no need to stand up," I say to you, waving my finger in faux punishment and making a
tsk tsk
sound. "I'm going to be doing all the work tonight."
2.
As you sit back down, I walk right up in front of the couch and turn around with my bum facing you, lifting up my lingerie to give you a clear view. You can see my tight and fit ass cheeks popping out of my thong. I start swaying my hips, and you reach up and touch my ass, giving each cheek a gentle squeeze. I moan softly with pleasure, savouring your warm touch, then turn around to face you once again. I lean over you slowly and seductively, my cleavage just inches from your face. You reach out to fondle my breasts, but I push your hands away, putting them back down on your waist. I still want to be in control.
I smile warmly at you, leaning forward to kiss your lips. You gladly return the kiss, and our tongues meet, twisting and turning slowly at first, but getting more passionate with every passing moment. I'm moaning into your mouth now, tongues still clashing as I start to undo your dress shirt. I can see from the growing bulge in your pants that I'm doing a good job.
With your shirt finally off, I start gently kissing your neck and nibbling your ears, still holding your hands down by your waist. My right hand creeps down further and further as I keep kissing you. You groan as you feel my hand stroking your half-erect penis through your pants. I giggle a bit as it continues growing in my hand. There's nothing quite like knowing you're the reason your man is getting hard.
Suddenly I step back for a moment and kneel down between your legs, in front of the couch. You know what's coming next, and your breathing quickens with anticipation. I look into your eyes and smile devilishly as I unfasten your belt and pull your dress pants down -- first past your waist, then past your legs. Finally I take them off past your feet and toss them aside. We won't be needing them.
Now you're totally naked except for your underwear, which is doing a pitiful job of attempting to contain your fully erect cock. I continue massaging your dick through your underwear while I lean over and kiss your chest and waist, giving every inch a little peck. I can already see a bit of pre-cum making a tiny spot on your underwear. I'll be sure to savour the taste of it very soon.
Finally I take your underwear off, holding your throbbing penis in my hand and admiring my man's beautiful dick. I look up at your face again, seeing the lust and desire in your eyes.
"You want me to suck your cock, baby?" I ask you while stroking it up and down with my hand. "You want to see my pretty lips wrapped around it?"
"I want it so bad," you reply with a hoarse voice, like suddenly your throat went completely dry.
"Then tell me. Tell me what you want." I say, stroking slightly harder than before.
"I want you to suck my cock, Scarlett," you say assertively.
I give you a sly smile, holding your gaze for another few moments before I look back down and lock my eyes on my target.
3.
I hold your shaft upright with one hand, stick my tongue out and slowly lick from the base all the way to the tip, stopping for a moment at the tip to softly slurp up your pre-cum.
