She loved white underwear. She always has. Fresh, crisp, white lace against the creamy peach of her skin. Just sheer enough to show the deeper, rose coloured hue of her nipples and the inviting, bronzed glint of hair between her thighs.
The day had been long and sticky. Despite showering and oiling her skin, tiny beads of sweat were forming on her temples and top lip. She ran her tongue along her lips, moistening them and tasting the saltiness from her skin. She wouldn't have to wait much longer. He'd be arriving soon. He always loved it when she was ready for him. Ready and waiting. He liked it when he arrived to find her touching herself, on the brink of a climax, so she made it her routine to be close to orgasm when she heard key in the door.
Today was no exception she thought as her fingers gentle teased her nipples through the soft, sheer fabric. She felt them harden as she pressed harder through the fabric, before slipping her finger inside her bra. Her skin felt soft and warm as she teased her nipple between her finger tips. She could feel warmth spreading between her thighs. The familiar thudding sensation in her clitoris as her body began to respond to her touch, begging to be explored. She gave in to her yearning and leant back on the bed as she slipped her hand down to her g string. The fabric already damp and transparent from her anticipation, she began to tease her swollen clitoris with her finger tip.
Moaning lightly, she leant further back and pulled her knickers to one side, allowing her fingers full freedom to explore her smooth, moist skin. Dipping her finger inside herself, feeling her body tighten as it readied for orgasm, she heard the familiar click in the door. As usual her heart quickened, partly from the anticipation of his arrival, and partly as she knew she was reaching a climax. She circled her clitoris with the tip of her finger, gentle at first, then harder and faster as she felt her body tighten with a wave of pleasure. Warm, smooth, creamy moisture flooded her fingertips as her shuddering orgasm rode through her body. She opened her eyes and saw him standing in the doorway, watching her with those piercing green eyes.
He was beautiful in only the way a man can be. Tall, thick dark hair, green glassy eyes. The five o clock shadow spreading over his strong jaw added to the rugged appeal of him. He had loosened his tie and shirt, and as he made his way over to the bed, he masterfully removed the rest of the days clothes from his tanned, honed body. His already hard penis, snapping against his firm stomach as he removed his underwear and threw them to the floor.
There was a burning hunger in his eyes, she could see his passion as he took her in his arms upon the bed and pressed his soft lips against hers. His tongue parting their lips, tasting her desire, causing a deep stirring inside her. He pulled away from their embrace and looked at her, taking in every inch of her beauty. Her long blonde hair, the pale gleam of her skin, her inviting, erect nipples through the lace of her bra, the soft dampness between her legs. Slowly, tenderly, he kissed her stomach, her ribs, moving up her body with hot, delicious kisses. He reached her collar bone, narrowly missing her breasts that longed to be touched. She moaned, arched her back, inviting him to take in her desire.