Anticipation_(2)

Marci is surrounded by a soft pink towel. Sitting on the edge of the tub, she swirls the bubbles that are starting to form below. She stood and went to the medicine cabinet, grabbing a clip to pull her hair up. As she pulls her hair into a twist, her towel falls to the floor. She stands there, in front of the mirror, gazing at her curvaceous body. Her hands trailing down her neck and she caresses her nipples that are now hard from the cool air. She playfully covered her breasts with one arm and raised her other hand to cover her mouth which was shaped like an O. Her face, which was now mischievous with a pretend, shock-liked expression.

She gently eases her feet into the bathtub. The warmth of the water envelopes her. She feels the tension and hesitation about the evening’s upcoming event start to slip away. She gathers some bubbles and they fly into the air as she lightly blows them out of her hands. She always found a bubble bath to be a sensual activity; her hands exploring their way down to her private garden. She starts to slowly touch herself. She rubs her hand over her mound, carefully sliding her fingers between her lips, slowly entering herself. The more she strokes, the more excited she becomes, her legs spread open. She feels that pull inside her, wanting more, she didn’t want to spoil anything for tonight. As she stood, the bubbles rush down off her body; she wants to continue the evening ritual to prepare for her second adventure with her new boss.

The hot water pelts her from the shower head and beads across her chest. She grabs the shaving cream from its usual spot on the window ledge and works its blue gel into a foamy lather; she loves the smell of men’s shaving cream. Her strokes are long and fluid as she takes care of all the areas that need to be perfectly smooth. After she has dried off, she stood at the closet debating the two outfits she has chosen. Should she stick with the comfortable, conservative pant suit or should she give into her sensual mood and wear the black dress with the plunging neckline? The black dress, it is really a no brainer. She carefully applies the right makeup, making her eyes more tempting. Her soft, smooth skin glows from not only the heat of the bathroom but from the excitement that is boiling within her.

She sat on the edge of the bed to put her stockings on. She works them up her leg until the lace edge ends at mid thigh. She repeats the same motions on her other leg. Normally she wouldn’t wear something as risqué as thigh highs but tonight is different. She is making herself the temptress, she wants to be the woman that I long for, need and desire. She steps into her new pink boy short style, lacy panties and add the matching bra. The black dress looks perfect on, and her strappy heals complete the outfit. She needs to hurry if she is to meet me on time.

There is a chill in the air tonight and as she steps out of the limo, she tightens her grip around her shall. The wind is blowing her hair as she waits by the water fountains that play to their own ballet. She sees me approaching from the lower parking garage. I had a way about me, my presence draws her into me. She wants to run her hands through gray hair and get lost in my kisses but that will have to wait. ” Evening Ava, gorgeous like your mom.” ” Good evening John.” She gives me a slow smile as I lean to greet her with a kiss. ” How was your day?” I’m genuinely interested. ” It was wonderful,” she coyly tells me as a smirk made its way across her face.

We entered the restaurant where I got my usual scotch on the rocks before making our way to our private table. We sat down just as the curtain was closed. The waiter takes our orders and leaves closing the curtain. Marci caught me staring. ” What’s the matter?” ” Nothing. I like watching you smile, it’s so damn sexy.” ” Oh yeah?” She leans over to my side of the chair, her breasts pushing together for a more inviting view. ” How would you like it if I did this?” She reaches up to my face, her breath near my ear, nibbling on my lobe. ” Mmmmm, I like that,” I sigh.

” Perhaps you would like this…” She eases out of her chair quietly as she slides under the table, making her way between my knees. She is crouching in such a way that I see her skirt rise enough to reveal the top of her black stockings. Seeing her below me, in this setting, with those tits doing nothing but enticing me even more, made my cock hard just thinking of what I would like to do to her. She moves her hands up my calves, then to my thighs.