I have probably said many things about Marcie that have made her seem angelic. I meant every complement about her because they are true. There are times when she does have a little bit of a tendency to be a little bit of a tease. The time it seems to happen the most is when we are alone. Take for instance a recent weekend.
It's been getting unseasonably warmer. I have been wearing polo shirts to work with khaki shorts because of it. Marcie had been prodding me to wear the lighter colored shirts although I told her I am not wearing the pink one in our closet. Meanwhile, Marcie had been wearing more sundresses. I wasn't complaining. After all, Marcie is a gorgeous woman, and she looks ravishing in her sundresses. One of the newer ones she bought herself was white with a speckled blue and orange flowery pattern on it. If I was to stop there, I think most guys would talk about how lucky I was.
It was when I came home from work that the fun started. I walked in the door and was treated to the sight of Marcie dusting the area near the television. I just stood there mesmerized. There she was in front of me bent over dusting around the television. It was then the fan hit her dress just right and it flew up a little. I was then aware of how wild and free my Angel was. I slipped up behind her and slid my hands on her hips before she turned her head with a sexy smile on her face.
"How long were you watching, Romeo?" she asked me in her seductive voice.
"I love this dress," I whispered.
"I can tell," she answered as she backed up a bit, rubbing her barely covered rear end against the front of my khakis.
It was then she rose after dropping the duster and turned to me. Her arms went around my neck as I leaned down to kiss her. The kisses started softly. They were the quick kind initially until my arms reached around and allowed my hands to touch the small of her back. We started moving towards the couch where I fell on there in the seated position, and she straddled me.
"I kinda missed you today," she whispered.
"I definitely missed you," I whispered back before the kisses became deeper and hotter.
My hands went to her rear and squeezed, drawing out a moan from her.
"I had some private time earlier. It wasn't enough," she whispered.