The week previous still fresh in my mind as I drive to your unit. The afternoon perfect as the warm breeze hits my face through the car windows. Freshly showered, I'm wearing our favourite outfit; no underwear and the short white skirt and see through cheese cloth top. Only fifteen minutes to go and I'll be in Ballarat, be in your arms once more.
As I drive my thoughts wander back to the last time we met, how you made me feel as I lay on your bed being totally and thoroughly spoiled by you. Those thoughts clearly etched in my mind as I grip the steering wheel tight, trying to relive the multiple orgasms your body gave me lovingly. Like an artist, you worked slowly and patiently to create the perfect canvas to bring your work alive.
I stop at the first set of lights just outside Ballarat. I feel my body reacting to my thoughts, as I move slowly on the seat, my hands to my crotch feeling my wetness. I'm brought back to the present as I hear the laughter of a young couple, arm in arm, crossing the road with the green light. Both hands to the steering wheel again, I poise ready for the green light; the light symbolic of the gift I am bringing to you, the gift of my body to please you totally.
I pull up your driveway and my heart skips a beat as I see you sitting on the porch, relaxing with a beer. As I step from the car our eyes meet and I watch your eyes lustfully greet me as they follow the outline of my body. Smiling, calling out to you 'hi baby', I grab my bag and walk sensually to the porch. You stand to greet me your arms around me, kissing me tenderly. My Christian Dior perfume, the one you bought me for Christmas, fills your nostrils, igniting your passion as you take my hand leading me inside.
Both of us feeling the passion, we fall into each others arms. Your hands over my body as you kiss me, more passionately now. My back stiffens as you glide your hand under my skirt squeezing my ass, your other hand over my shirt, rubbing my nipples. We quickly undress as we go to your bedroom, our clothes strewn carelessly on the floor, like a trail to the golden treasure in a nursery rhyme.