I’ve been struggling
to get home on time, but have found myself
in a queue of Friday afternoon traffic that
seems to be going nowhere….it’s
so frustrating – knowing that you
are at home aching for me to see you in
the new naughty outfits that you have ordered
from Ann Summers….you had phoned to
say that you had a fashion show planned
for me and DON’T BE LATE!
You didn’t tell
me what you had ordered, but I know that
when I get home, I’m in for a definite
treat!
As I sit in the seemingly
endless traffic, I’m daydreaming about
you and beginning to feel very aroused….so
much so, that I completely missed the change
of traffic lights. An urgent beeping noise
from the car behind brought me back to reality…and
eased the strain on my zip….for the
time being anyway…
I eventually arrive home
a lot later than I’d hoped, tired,
frustrated and more than a little bit horny.
You’d left the hall light on for me,
so that I would see your yellow Post-It
note on the door saying ‘ Sorry honey,
I‘m too horny to wait, so I’m
starting without you . Come up and see me!!
xx’
I didn’t waste any
time in galloping up the stairs, taking
them two at a time and in the process throwing
off my jacket, tie and shoes….luckily
I didn’t trip up in my haste to see
you!
I pushed open the bedroom
door and was met by the stunning sight of
you lying sprawled out on the bed dressed
only in a very sexy black basque, black
stockings and high-heels. I hardly noticed
the tiny matching knickers that you were
almost wearing – you had pulled them
to one side and my eyes were drawn to the
silver pulsing vibrator that you were slowly
sliding in and out of your soaking wet pussy.
I stood transfixed, watching you push your
hips up to meet the next stroke as you buried
the vibrator deep inside yourself, with
a delicious squelchy purring sound.... |
