Saturday, It's always been my favorite day of the week. Not only because it's the end of the week, but also because it's your day off of work. All week I daydream of what we will do on Saturday, where we'll go, what we'll do, but my mind always wonders to our lovemaking. I'm always transported back to one of our many sessions. Your gentle, loving way of getting my motor running. The way your body feels pressed against mine. The smell of your skin. The soft way you touch me. The way your lips feel on my aroused nipples. Your fingers in my pussy. Your hard dick pressed against my thigh.
I snap my self back into the present and concentrate on cutting the veggies in front of me, for dinner. I look up to see you standing in the doorway watching me, a half ass grin on your face. You seem lost in thought. You had just come in from mowing the lawn, your shirt off, your chest still a bit sweaty from the heat outside.
"What are you thinking about?" I ask you as I giggle at your expression.
As if caught doing something naughty, you blink a couple of times and smile broadly. "I was just thinking how I'd love to get you on top of this here counter and show you just how much I've missed you all week," you tell me as you come up behind me and wrap your arms around my waist, giving me a gentle hug. I respond by leaning into you a little, tilting my head to the side, enjoying your closeness. Your one hand moves up to my full breast, while the other slides down to the hem of my skirt, and sliding back up on bare skin.
"Now how am I supposed to get dinner cooked with you distracting me like that?" I asked. I was only teasing, I really couldn't care less about the food when you touch me that way.