The last rays of the summer evening's sun played music through the blinds on the pale blue bed sheet as I lay in bed, waiting for Heather's arrival. Outside my window, to the west, the sun was about to surrender to the awesome majesty of Pikes Peak (I called it "Pikes Pink" on beautiful mornings). Here, in the serenity of my bedroom, I had come to learn more and more about my "Popsicle Girl," my dear, sweet Heather. The more I learned, the more I liked.
Heather usually worked until 9:00 p.m. on Friday nights. I had already eaten dinner and she would have grabbed a bite to eat earlier in the evening. Without her, the bedroom seemed still and empty. Until I met her, boredom was never a part of my life. Without her by my side, however, I felt really alone. In a matter of just a few days, she had become an integral part of my life. When we were together, magic filled the air. We laughed and giggled. We tickled each other into giddiness. Her laugh was infectious.
I was in the kitchen grabbing a glass of wine when I heard the door open. Wearing my favorite soft-pink, see-through, baby-doll pajamas, I greeted her with open arms when she came into the room. She looked at me and smiled.
"My, don't we look comfy already," she said, looking me up and down.
I blushed. "I am so glad you're home, sweetie."
She came into my opened arms and we hugged. She was wearing a pair of faded and patched dungarees and a plain white, V-cut 'T' that fit tightly across her chest. The front of the 'T' was emblazoned with the words, in black, "Some will. Some won't. I might..." She looked pretty as a picture, even in the most casual clothes.
"How was work?" I asked as we broke the embrace.
"Shitty. How was your day?"
I smiled. "Boring. But now that you're home..."
She smiled. "So I'm the panacea for boredom, huh?"
"Honey, you are the panacea for what's wrong in the entire world. You have no idea what your presence does to a room. Or to me." I ran my hand through the back of her long, red hair. "You are simply gorgeous."
Her deep blue eyes met mine. I melted, as usual. "I'm gorgeous? Sweetie, look at you in the sexy little outfit. You're not hiding very much."
I blushed again. "Well, I had planned to be in bed, under the covers, when you came home. How about a glass of wine? I was just about to pour one."
"What do you have?" she asked.
"It's new. I bought it today at the mall. It's called 'Marilyn Merlot.' The clerk said it was pretty good."
Heather giggled. "Let's give it a try."
"And a bought something else today. A CD by Beth Nielsen Chapman. I think you'll like it."
I handed her the glass of wine and we strolled to the bedroom together. I walked slightly behind her and I couldn't take my eyes off of her beautiful ass. The dungarees looked like they had been painted on. Her derriere was to die for. Round and well-formed. Exquisite. Invitingly perfect.
"I'm gonna get comfy," she said.
"Mind if I watch?"
She giggled and looked at me with a wry smile on her face. "Only if it turns you on."
She lifted the 'T' over her head and through the mass of shimmering red hair that hung half-way down her back. She was wearing a cute, light-blue bra with a lace pattern that showed off her breasts nicely. Her breasts were slightly smaller than mine, and mine were not large by any stretch of the imagination, but hers had almost no sag. Even when she reached behind her back and unsnapped the bra, freeing her breasts from the confining cups, the tits stood out smartly, pink-tipped and oh-so-suckable. She nonchalantly tossed the bra on the bed.
She unbuckled the wide leather belt and unbuttoned the metal snap. She had to hold her tummy in to allow her to pull the zipper down. I was right about the dungarees being too tight. Even with the zipper all the way down, she struggled to shrug them off her hips. When the top of the dungarees reached mid-thigh, she wiggled her way out of them. She was left with a pair of blue, bikini-styled panties that matched the bra she had just tossed aside. The reinforced crotch of the panties was pulled tightly enough into her sex to reveal the outline of her puffy lips.
Almost nonchalantly, she eased the panties down, sliding them off her feet. She turned toward me, holding the panties in her hand and twirling them around her index finger. Now totally naked, she was gorgeous beyond words. I had already drooled over her hairless slit on more than one occasion. Tonight was no different.
On one of the twirls of the panties, she let go and the garment headed in my direction. I caught it in mid-air, laughing gleefully. I held the silky undies in the palm of my hand. "Nice show! Is there an encore?"
Heather laughed. "I only do one show on Friday nights. You'll have to buy another ticket for tomorrow's show. Where is my white nightie?"
