Short erotic tale by Will Rowley
She wasn't expecting my proposal immediately out of the shower, but I couldn't contain my excitement any longer. It is virtually impossible for me to remove my eyes from her body when she is naked.
Mini light prisms flickered off of her skin as the water droplets slowly began to collect and drip down various trails over the contours of her pale body. I didn't give her an opportunity to grab a towel to begin drying off. I wanted to look at her this way.
"So you know how I have been talking about a new creative side opening up in me right?" I asked with slight hesitation.
"Y..yeah?" my wife responded inquisitively.
For another brief moment I was distracted by her still wet skin. I couldn't help but notice that the cool air was starting to make her nipples stiffen. They filled in thick and puffy, and the skin inside the areola tightened up and created little crevasses that made my mouth water. There is one thing that is absolutely true in our relationship, and that is I will always keep her guessing what my next response and request may be.
"I know that I've mentioned an interest in photography, and... Well,... I would really like to use you as my muse. Tonight would be a perfect time to start." I mentioned. Then I began to smile as I anticipated her response.
There was no way for her to suspect any one idea over the other being the random person I am. Catching her off guard always rewards me with the best "look" from her eyes. And this woman tells full stories with her eyes.
I didn't have to say another word and she knew exactly what I was referring to at that point. The half sultry, half questioning smile that broke through her lips was restrained intentionally.
She wanted me to see the look of concern. The concern was in fact real to a degree since she is always the one taking pictures, and rarely the one being photographed; self conscious, but for the life of me, I cannot figure out why. My attraction to her is borderline obsessive, and overly compulsive.
This could only mean she was intrigued by my intentions, however a bit nervous. "I need to dry off first, and dry my hair, and yada yada," she started explaining.
"I think you should just put it up and deal with it in the morning, if you want my opinion," I said.
Another big smile was being held back but she couldn't contain it again. She smiled big as thoughts of how I would carry out my plans began to play through her mind.
"Fine, I'm cold anyway," she insisted, confident enough to make me second guess as to whether it was her idea or mine. She's always had that distracting effect on me.
Again, my eyes were drawn to her nipples which had gotten even harder looking. My dick inevitably hardened into a throbbing vessel. She looked down and locked her eyes on it.
I slowly walked toward her with no specific intention. Maybe only to spank her on the ass. "Tisk, Tisk," she said as she waved her finger back and forth. She didn't say another word as she turned her back to me, and backed up close. She reached back and lifted my penis so that it rested just between her ass cheeks. I pressed into her slightly, embracing my arms around her breasts, and kissed the back of her neck.
Shivers trembled from her spine and splintered throughout her body. This was one of the hotter spots for her, and I knew just how to heighten her primal urges.
I really wanted to extend this episode out longer than usual since I hadn't even begun to explore why I called this evening to attention to start with. Before I led her out of the bathroom, I asked her to wait just a second.
I went into her closet and pulled out a neon green bodystocking that had not surfaced in a few years. "Let's put this to use tonight, this is my favorite one," I mentioned.