I'm kinda sparse on the lingerie. I have one cute little number I'd love to model for you. It's red, an elasticized lace cami with dental floss panties (if you can call them that).
Imagine when you come home, park in the garage, and enter the house as usual through the mudroom into the kitchen. I meet you there in the kitchen, wearing my red lacy lingerie and high heels to match. You're a little startled as I've never met you coming home this way before. Usually when you come home your brain is reviewing the day's accomplishments. You enjoy your mundane plan of kicking off your shoes and lounging in your favorite chair with the newspaper while you wait for what seems like an unreasonable time for some lame supper. I usually just throw some packaged food in the microwave to warm up because the teenagers' schedules are so unpredictable. It's a rare treat anymore to all sit down to the table for a family meal together, much less to have an actual dinner of real food consisting of meat, potatoes, salad, a side dish of vegetables, and a light dessert containing the sweetness of fruit. You have missed the connection of a sit-down meal at the end of the day, but you don't mention it because the kids each have their own schedules and you don't want to begrudge them their activities. With me driving them around, and never knowing how many will be at home for food, it is easier to live on pot pies and tuna helper. At least it is better than the toddler fare of chicken nuggets and fish sticks, you rationalize. Besides, if you ever had reason to stay late at work, or heaven forbid have a date for drinks after, it would be nothing off anyone's back if you were not home on time. The date never happens, how could it when you don't actively seek it, and you always head home because that's what you always do.
Your mind suddenly shifts from these everyday thoughts to what is before you, me, standing in the kitchen wearing a lipstick red sexy garment you've never seen before with stilettos of stilt height (how can she walk in those, you wonder) that bring me almost eye to eye with you, and accentuate the once-a-runner calf muscles in my softer but still muscular legs. I smile, hastily explain the logistics - E has a history study group session with pizza at Sarah's house until 9, and T is going home from soccer with Kelly, also for pizza, and to kick the ball around and play until 9. We can make one round trip to pick them both up. JP is living with friends in their own apartment, and he is no longer our daily concern (well, always a concern, but not for supper).
As I've been explaining the kids' whereabouts I've been approaching nearer to you and I'm now standing in front of you, our bodies merely an inch apart, and I lean straight forward, no need for up with the high heels, and begin kissing your lips. My hand reaches around to cradle the back of your head to guide your mouth to mine. Your mind is still in shock making the transition from the mundane to this new type of "Welcome Home" before you finally realize you're cock already has the moment figured out, and you succumb, drop your papers on the floor not caring where they land when they scatter, and open for a deep passionate tongue behind the teeth then down the throat kiss. You run your hands up and down the clingy lace on my body, hooking your thumb in the g-string and feeling between my legs in the usually forbidden darkness there for wetness. I am already soaking and your finger slides in easily. You think about the after-work date you never pursue and think this might actually end up as a good day after all.
