Bob was due back on the seventh. Anticipating his arrival and our conversation, I laid in the necessary elements of his favorite meal. When he called from the airport to let me know he'd arrived, I was prepared. When he arrived home, everything was ready.
I met him at the door in his favorite outfit. Not overtly "fuck me" in nature, it made clear I would be available on his timetable. I believe one of the things he liked best about it was the translucent top with its scooped neckline showing a lot of skin and cleavage down to a "barely there" bra.
I fixed him a drink and one for myself. We sat on the patio enjoying the warm evening and talked about his trip, his successes, his frustrations and the potentials still out there. I said nothing to relate the results of his trip to the next sales meeting. That would come later.
After an hour's conversation and several drinks, we ate. He was quite mellow after the cocktails and wine. We shared a port with dessert.
He helped me clean up, loading the dishwasher, putting away leftovers. As I finished washing a few delicate items in the sink he nuzzled my neck and rubbed his cock against my butt. I continued with my washing chores until he began toying with my breasts. I stopped. There was no washing dishes for me when he had his hands on my boobs. I rubbed my hips against his as he stood behind me. I felt the catch of my bra released. He pulled my top out of my skirt and ran his fingers under the top, under my loosened bra.
He held my breasts, circled his fingers around my nipples, kissed my neck. Skillfully he worked my bra from under the top and dropped it. I stood with my only motion being a slow caressing of his cock with my hips. He continue to feel me up like a teenager.
"Are you wearing my favorite panties," he asked in a voice that was only a whisper.
"You'll have to look and tell me if they're your favorite," I responded.
"I think I'll try the braille method," he said. He pulled my skirt up and using only his fingers began to explore my panties. He found my pussy and worked his fingers exquisitely though the fur, then he found my clit. I could barely stand still.
He stopped and pushed my panties down, not far, just enough. Again he stopped. He turned me around and kissed me deeply.
"I didn't get to fuck you at the last meeting. I'm going to fuck you at the next meeting. I want to fuck you after I've watched you be fucked by Bruce and George, maybe some others, too. You seemed to really want them and they never got their chance. I want to watch them get their chance.
His cock was rock hard now. I knelt and dropped his pants. I licked droplets of pre-cum from his cock.
He pulled me up to a standing position and worked my skirt off. Then my panties.
I helped him out of his shirt.
He pulled my top off.
We stood naked in the kitchen.
I knelt again and took his cock in my mouth sucking on it. He fucked my mouth.
I stopped and led him to the bedroom where I had him lie on the bed. I had earlier turned the bed down making ready for this. I sucked his cock slowly, deeply. As I felt him ready to explode I stopped and whispered, "How do you want me? Want me to suck you off? You can stick in my ass tonight. I'm yours however you want me."
