I slowly slid out of bed. Although in a deep sleep, she is disturbed far too easily. It is essential to move deliberately. So far, my actions were undetected. The lamp light from the grounds of our apartment complex bled through the curtains, providing enough clarity for me to see everything in the room. It was easy to find what I was seeking anyway. Her bra, and panties, which I saw her leave casually on the makeup table before climbing under the comforter.
It was apparent early on in the evening that these would have to be my means to satisfaction. The day had been exhausting for her. Any effort on my part would surely have been rejected. Some women are ready at almost any time. Experience has taught me that this isn't always ideal. A woman always ready is also a woman someone else can easily make. Her sometimes dulled sexuality was reassuring in this way. No one else was fucking her.
The makeup table was about 10 feet away. My footsteps were soundless as I picked up the bra and matching panties. They were light, lacey and faded lavender in color; in fact more white than lavender. Taking a quick look back toward the bed, I moved toward the curtain to better inspect her intimates. First, I explored the soft cups of the bra with my hands. The texture was silky and feminine. Bringing the bra to my nose I could smell her perfume distinctly. It was Isa Miyaki, a Japanese brand popular with Asian women. I carefully put my arms through the bra as I had seen her do so many times. Her size is 36B and there is no way it can fit me. I still like the feel of the fabric on my chest, the elastic of the straps on my shoulders. I notice my cock growing as I imagine myself as her. A beautiful, sexy, woman dressing in sensual lingerie...Lingerie that my lover will see and remove from my enticing body.
