I had just gotten home from work. She worked nights and I worked and attended college during the day so I slid out of my shoes as quietly as possible as I stepped in the front door, so as not to wake her. It was the last day of the work week for both of us, so we usually tried to have a date night after she woke up from a nap. It had been a long week between work and school and I was questioning if all this work was really worth it to become a teacher,but I had to put all that aside when I was snapped back to reality by the dog letting me know she needed to be let out.
With me going to school and her working overnights we rarely had the chance to even sleep in the same bed, much less have sex. This was not a fact that went unnoticed, and I hoped tonight would give us a chance to get back in the swing of things, so to speak.
As I glanced at the clock I realized she'd be in bed for at least another hour or so. I went to the kitchen, grabbed a beer from the fridge and headed to the bathroom hoping a soak and a drink would help me unwind from the pressures of the day.
I slipped out of my khakis and since I hadn't worn any underwear that day all that was left to do was remove my sweater and unsnap my bra. I watched as it fell at my feet, the red fabric with the delicate pink flowers bunching up on the floor. It was my favorite bra, and with good reason. It gave me amazing cleavage (not that I ever had the opportunity to show it off).
I slid into the tub carefully. The water was so hot that it instantly turned my normally pale white arms, legs and breasts a light shade of pink. I submerged myself in the tub, looking down at my breasts bobbing gently as I reached across the tub and carefully cracked open the beer I had gotten earlier. I took a sip, closed my eyes and relaxed. I sat in the tub until the water was no longer warm enough to be comfortable and the room was too cold to enjoy, as was evidenced by my nipples standing up in protest of the cold air.
I rose out of the tub and toweled off. I wasn't sure if or when we'd be going out, so I tossed on my favorite pair of shorts and a shirt with cut off sleeves (the kind that I could only wear around the house because I cut them too far and my breasts were constantly peeking out the sides). I didn't bother to put on any underwear or a bra since I was only going as far as the living room and didn't want to wake her by looking for clothes while she was sleeping.
I lounged on the couch and turned on the TV, mindlessly channel surfing until I heard her get up and get out of bed.
"Hey babe, do you want to go out for a while?" she asked as I heard her starting the shower.
"Sure", I replied, "I'm not dressed yet; I thought I'd wait for you so I could figure out what to wear after we decided where we were going."
"Hey, I can't hear you very well over the shower. I also need a towel so can you come in here for a minute?"
I got up and walked towards the bathroom. She was already in the shower so I missed my chance to get a good look at her. I grabbed a towel and hung it up on the towel bar and then asked where we were going. As I did this, my right breast peeked out of my shirt and she said, "Well, if you're dressed like that I might just keep you here all to myself."
I returned to the living room and sat on the couch, finishing off the last of my beer as I waited.
She seemed to be taking forever, which was unlike her, but I had all weekend to spend with her so I wasn't going to begrudge her spending a few extra minutes getting ready.
She entered the room dressed in a pair of jeans, but was otherwise naked (she did this often if a shirt she liked was downstairs where the washer and dryer were). I figured she was almost ready so I told her I was going to go take a quick shower and get dressed.
As I went to walk across the room, she stopped me by wrapping me in a hug and said, "I've missed you this week." She then leaned in to me and gave me a kiss. My breasts sticking out of my shirt rubbed up against her naked chest and suddenly getting dressed and going out was the last thing on my mind.
She grabbed my shirt and pulled the middle of it together, so my breasts were sticking out from either side of the strip of fabric that now separated them. She looked at my breasts and bit her bottom lip as she smiled at me. I wrapped my hands around the back of her neck, ran my fingers through her short, and still damp, hair and pulled her mouth to mine.
She parted my lips with her tongue and kissed me with a type of urgency that I hadn't felt in a long time. She flicked her tongue over mine over and over, barely letting me have a chance to catch my breath. A few more of those kisses, tongues wildly exploring and I was ready to tear her jeans off. I fumbled as I ran my hands down her stomach and tried to unbutton her pants.
