He turned away from the window as she disappeared into the building. He knew he had just a few minutes before she made it upstairs. The anticipation was thrilling. That’s what she did to him. After a long day of working in his home office he strained to catch that first glimpse of her as she walked home. A creature of habit she rarely arrived late. He’d always appreciated that about her. He was a creature of habit as well.
He prepared a cold drink and headed back into the living room to wait. Using the remote he set the television to a soothing music channel and took a seat making himself comfortable. When the door opened he smiled the warm sexy smile that was for her alone. She didn’t’ look up as she tossed her keys on the table and dropped her bag next to it. She still didn’t look up as she took off her shoes. It was only when her feet were bare that she looked up and walked slowly in his direction. With each step she unbuttoned her jacket. He smiled through a groan but didn’t move. This was her show. Her slow strip tease fueled his rapid erection. He was uncomfortably hard in seconds.
Removing her jacket she revealed a sexy pink bra with a black satin ribbon laced up the center. She shimmied out of her pencil skirt to reveal a matching pair of boyshorts. Turning slightly she tossed the skirt and jacket onto the sofa before turning back towards him and slipping her right hand into the front of her panties.
“You’re killing me” he finally moaned out loud.
She used her left hand to knead her breasts as she continued pleasuring herself. He unsnapped his jeans and gingerly pulled the zipper down to give himself more room. Damn but watching her was the hottest thing ever. She always seemed completely comfortable in her own skin. It was innately sexy. She also took the time to always look her best. No sleeping in ratty sweats for his girl. She had a large selection of nightgowns and teddy’s. He appreciated her unapologetic femininity.
She suddenly threw her head back and shook from head to toe as an orgasm overtook her. Her pouty lips were open and her left hand abandoned her breasts to reach out for something solid to hold on to.
“Damn”, he whispered reverently.
She bent and picked up a small white board and marker. She shakily wrote something on the board while he took a few deep breaths to try and regain some control of his libido. She walked over to the window and stood next to her fancy telescope. When she held the board up he adjusted the focus on his own telescope to read her message.
I needed that. Your turn.
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