I know you're waiting for me. Even as I come through the door, I can feel you.
I don't make you wait. I'm as excited as you are. So I drop my briefcase and purse in the foyer and hurry into the bedroom, pausing only to remove a scrap of material from my briefcase.
Once I cross the threshold, I pause. You're sitting in the chair by the window. You've closed the curtains and you're waiting, waiting for me. And I smile, knowing that I've got a special gift just for you.
I stroll into the room, and cross to where you're sitting. I kneel in front of you and run my hands up your legs. You're already naked and hard and throbbing, and I can't resist kissing your cock. Slipping it past my lips, into my wet mouth, all the way into my throat. I only do this for a minute or so; though I love everything about your cock, I want you to last for a while yet. I've got a surprise.
I smile up at you, and wrap that scrap I'm carrying in my hand around your cock. It hardly covers you, because you are so long and thick, but it does make you smile. You recognize them as the panties I put on this morning; they are still warm from my body. I stroke you, sliding the smooth material up and down, up and down your cock. I do it to see the pleasure on your face, and you don't disappoint me.