I stepped out of the shower, tired from the week's events. I had just returned from a road trip for work, and boy was I glad this week was over!
You see most of my work is what you could call "low-impact." I fly or drive around the country for my company, having lunch meetings or touring different organizations that work with us. Sometimes, though, there is "real" work to be done. This usually involves a day or two of heavy lifting on hot loading docks, assembling things and so forth. I'm not telling you this for sympathy, just for back round.
This trip was one of those grueling, physical trips. I know, I should work out more to be better prepared for these occasions, as well as for my better general health. I should also stop eating fast food, read more good books, relax by the pool and a hundred other things that I just don't seem to do. I guess we all want to do things better; I'm still picking my battles. I am reading more these days. But, I digress...
I had driven the seven hours to my destination, justifying it to myself as a change of scenery. I finished the work early, so I had he freedom to drive back that day instead of wait for a flight the next morning. I got home around 9 p.m., beat from the drive and ready to fall into bed. My wife had other ideas.
I walked in the door to find she had prepared a simple yet elegant dinner. Wine, candles, soft music playing. We enjoyed the meal, catching up and making small talk. Finishing, she sent me to the showers while she cleaned up.
With a towel wrapped around my waist, I entered the bedroom to find my lady reclining on the bed. She was on her left side facing me; head propped up on one arm and a twinkle in her eye. I drank in the sight of her. She wore nothing, but a pair of black stockings attached to a delicate garter. Her dark hair flowed freely over her shoulders. Her breasts, small and firm, were free and obviously aroused. I could see her dark nipples jutting out into the dim room. I could see how the garter and the stockings framed her well-manicured pussy.
I know she is well-manicured, I do the manicuring. Once a week or once a month, I break out my special tool kit of the job. Small scissors, a small electric trimmer, razor and shave cream. She lets me be as creative as I like. Depending on my mood, I might cut a sexy "V", or a "landing strip," or when I'm really trying, I'll go for putting my initials there. Unfortunately, my zest often overruns my skill, and on these occasions, I'll wind up shaving her bare. She is always bare between her legs. I work slowly and deliberately to keep the growth from forming around her lips. I like nothing better than licking and sucking on her sweet, smooth pussy. Tonight, she had that simple, small triangle I had made last weekend.
"Wow...honey...I'm impressed, I'm just not sure I have it in me..." I started
"Don't worry, Baby," she interrupted "I just want to take care of you tonight. All you have to do is lay back and relax. Now come to bed."
Dropping the towel, I crawled into the king-sized bed with the covers turned all the way down. I lay on my back as she snuggles up close to me. Her right hand begins stroking my chest, fingers brushing gently across my nipples.
"I just want you to relax now," she whispered in my ear. At the same moment, her right leg, encased in its stocking, began rubbing up and down my thighs. Light kisses on my neck, a small nibble on my ear, I was already putty in her hands.
"Do you like how I'm dressed?" she asked.
