It's been a long day, making the drive home from work even worse. As you pull in to your drive, you notice that I'm already there waiting for you. We'd planned to grab dinner, but you weren't anticipating this. I walk up to your car as you pull in. You jump out, mood a little buoyed at my early arrival. We embrace and kiss.
"Hi" you say. I kiss you again. Taking your hand in mine, we walk up to your door together. As we walk in, you say "I feel gross. I need a shower."
I smile with understanding, saying "That's okay. I can wait." I sit down and pull out my phone considering a reservation.
You kiss me again before bustling back to your room. You undress as quickly as you can, tossing clothes into the hamper as you go. You glide into the bathroom, leaning down to turn on the faucet. You test the water, waiting for it to warm up before stepping gingerly into the shower. As you begin to bathe yourself, you start to thinking about dinner, hoping we won't have to wait for a table. After your mind begins to ponder things to do following our meal, and is eventually distracted by thoughts of our foreplay. You think about me lapping at your clit, and you think about sucking my cock.
Almost unconsciously you start to touch yourself. You toy your clit, running your fingers between your labia, before thrusting them into your moistening cunt. Slowly you thrust your fingers in and out, soaking already wet fingers in your own juices. Deeper and deeper, then intermittently returning to your clit, teasing out the fantasy.