For 12 long months you have been away. Working overseas. But now you are home and on your way here. As I quickly finish dressing I hear it. Your shovel head. The drag pipes sound off as you make your way up the street. I grab the bottle of Jack and head toward the front of the house. Everything is just as I planned. Candles burning, incense lit, and Bob Seger's Traveling Man playing in the background.
I reach the front door just in time to see you walk in. Damn, is it possible that you are even more handsome and sexier looking than ever? Our eyes meet and my heart begins pounding in my chest as I walk past you and head for the kitchen to grab a couple of glasses. I feel your eyes following me, and I know you are pleased with what you see: black leather knee hi boots, stockings, garter, no panties. And you always loved me in the contrasting textures of leather and lace.
I look back and give you a knowing smile as you close the distance between us, and I can feel your hot breath on the back of my neck. I turn around and our lips meet. Your mouth is soft and wet, your tongue wildly probing mine. You move your hands to my breasts, and begin to caress them, my nipples hard beneath their touch.