"Damn, I knew I should have gotten my key back," as I entered my place and smelled the heavenly aroma of my favorite Italian meal... fresh made lasagna, lamb chops, garlic bread, heavy on the garlic... Too bad the garlic didn't kill the tall, smooth, chocolate brotha standing in my kitchen.
"Surprise! I knew you'd be too tired to cook, and you were out of town on your birthday." I smile, as good as it smelled, I was exhausted and annoyed over work. And the fact that he was in my condo un-invited, made my annoyance that much greater. "Thanks," I somehow muttered, "You shouldn't have." "You're annoyed... I know the key was only for me to do laundry while I waited for my new washer to be delivered. But, I just thought I'd surprise you for your birthday. My washer has been delivered, the key is on the coffee table. I promise, I did not intend to keep it." Damn, now I feel bad... a little. "No, it's cool. Work was just annoying, I am so over these entitled folks feeling like we should pat them on the back and give them extras for doing their jobs. Extras is for those who go above and beyond. I'm just over it." "I hear you," he replies. "Why don't you go put down you back, take a long hot shower and relax?" Actually, it sounds pretty good, and my stomach is growling. "Snitch!" I think to my stomach as I roll my bag into the bedroom.
I put my bag down, plug in my phone and begin to unpack. Hell, tomorrow is Saturday and I'll be doing laundry, what am I doing? I slip off the stilettos I've had on all day and stretch my aching calves and feet, slide my skirt down as I glance in the mirror. I forgot I had worn that cute black lace thong I bought last week, trying to make myself feel sexy since the divorce. I pull my top over my head and drop it to the floor, while still looking in the mirror. Damn, girl, you are still fine, especially for a 50 year old! I smile at myself for a second and then head into the master suite bathroom and turn on the shower. I undo my bun and let my hair fall into thick, black curls and waves that fall past my shoulders. I check the water temp, and unfasten my bra.
I get a whiff of the dinner cooking in the other room, and then imagine what's waiting under the apron. A girl can imagine, can't she? My nipples harden, and my clit rises at the thought... et tu? I think as my body gives me away. I pull off the thong and hop into the shower. I love the Bath and Body works lavender shower oil. I feels and smells wonderful as the hot water and steam release the tension of the day. I begin to wash, but linger a little longer on my pierced nipples. I turn to let the hot water fall on my back and spread my lips... a little extra pressure and time on my aching pierced clit. You haven't had any for a minute, you play this right, you can get dinner and a good lay. I hope this brotha can fuck... I need some serious stress relief.
