Jamie wakes up and turns over to see what time it is, the clock flashes 6.00am in his face, almost as if it is mocking him, due to it being a well known fact that Amy will not be home until about 8.30am.'At least its Friday' he thinks. He sits up in bed and opens the curtains letting the dawn light fill the bedroom. He lets out a sigh, gets out of bed and moves directly to the bathroom. Turning on the shower he lets the hot water awaken his body as he moves to soak himself completely. Taking his time in the shower he smothers his body in Africa shower gel, as red as blood, and rubs it into his pale flesh, as he rubs it in he imagines Amy is doing it for him, like when they were teenagers, when they were so carefree. His mind goes back to one of his many sleepovers at young Amy's house, he slipped into the shower next to an already wet and clean Amy, and he massaged the same shower gel that he uses now into her beautiful breasts as her delicate hands stroked his growing cock. Caught up in this memory his cock was growing on its own accord. Jamie looks down at it and sighs again. Quickly he dries himself and dresses ready to go to work himself, he looks in the mirror at his reflection 'I look good in a suit, who would of thought it?' he pleasantly thinks to himself. He strides down stairs and puts the kettle on to find the silly little note Amy always leaves him. 'Morning my lovely xxx' this puts a smile on his face as he drinks his tea and hurriedly eats a piece of toast. He looks at the kitchen clock seeing to his dismay that it 7.45am and he must leave to catch the underground to get to work on time. Wiping the toast crumbs of his face, again wishing Amy was back to brush his face, oh how he loves her touching him, he leaves the house.
At 8.00am Amy unlocks the door knowing she had missed seeing Jamie three days in a row now. Dumping her bag on the table in the hall, she notices there is a message on the phone, pushing play she starts taking her uniform off as she listens.
'Morning my sweet, I miss you' says Jamie's voice with the rush of London traffic behind him.
Smiling now Amy picks up her clothes and walks up stairs in just her underwear, chucking her work clothes on her bed she shoves jeans and a t-shirt on, and runs back downstairs. Entering the kitchen she sees all the toast crumbs on the table, wiping them up with a damp cloth she mutters to herself 'after three years you would think he would learn'.
After making sure the kitchen was presentable she checks out the living room, 'not bad' she thinks to herself 'just run the hoover round'.
With her music turned up loud she whizzes round with the hoover. After this Amy goes upstairs takes all her clothes off and climbs into bed, sniffing where Jamie had been laying she slowly drifts off.
***Amy dreams; lying in the tall grass speckled with daisies, the sun beats down on her soft skin warming her whole body. Completely alone she thinks how peaceful this is and how content she is with life. A shadow conceals the sun allowing her to open her eyes to see Jamie stood above her; he gradually lowers himself on her kissing her lips so gently. He lifts of her top and pulls down her skirt leaving her led in just her underwear, still resting on top of her he begins to caress and stroke her body, every inch, from her ears to her knees. Amy opens her mouth to speak and Jamie shushes her with another kiss more passionate than the last. His fingers trace there way to her breasts tickling her nipples, he removes her bra and teases her by running his tongue down her neck across her shoulders and around her nipple. Silently and softly his free hand had snaked its way to her knickers and pulled them down and was stroking her inner thighs. Now completely naked Amy attempted to talk again, just as Jamie forced a finger into her now wet pussy. With a gasp from Amy, Jamie continued to rub and circle her clit causing her to moan and buck her hips. Jamie rips of his clothes and places his pulsing cock against Amy's pussy not letting it enter, just pressing it against Amy's now very sensitive clit. Amy leans up to kiss down Jamie's neck, with that he thrust his hips to push his whole cock right into...***
Amy wakes up hot, flustered and dripping. As reality sinks in once again, she moans out loud as she wants Jamie so badly. Her uncontrollable hands wonder across her aching body, she tilts her head to see what time it is, 4.00pm! Jamie will be home in two hour. Amy jumps out of bed, cursing at herself for sleeping in, and straight into the shower washing off all signs of her lovely wet dream with her yellow shower gel. With a towel wrapped around her body she sits at the little desk/vanity table by the window in the bedroom. She brushes her wet hair so it cascades down her back, then first coats root to tip in hair serum, then just the tips in mouse. Running her hands through a few times, next she leaves it. Now moving her concentration to her body she, firmly massages moisturiser into her knees and calves leaving her legs silky smooth. Amy throws on her black silk dressing gown, sets up candles in the bedroom and heads to the kitchen; luckily she had been planning this meal in her head for the last three days and had hidden all the food she had prepared in the back of the fridge and cupboards. She laid the table for two, placing a candle in the middle and positioned the food around it, cheddar, soft cheese, brie, feta, ham, sausages, crackers, bread, bagels, nachos, salsa, pineapple, strawberries, marshmallows, dipping chocolate, cake, meringue etc, more food then they would ever eat. Putting on soft music and leaving the scene set.
Amy goes upstairs to continue finishing herself off. Digging through her bottom drawer she finds her sexy, special occasion, underwear that she hasn't shown Jamie yet. The bra is made of red silk with black lace framing it, with tiny black crosses all along the straps; the knickers are red silk also with one tiny black cross on the left side of her hip. Amy puts on a black garter belt and attaches her hold-ups she has just slipped on her smooth legs. She ties a black choker round her neck and looks into the mirror, she strokes down her chest to her knickers opens her legs and leans forward to see her cleavage, 'fuck, I want me' she giggles to herself.
She puts on a little black top, with a low cleavage so Jamie can catch glimpses of what lies beneath; she pulls on a longish black skirt with lace layers and gothic black shoes with stiletto high heals. Sitting in front of the mirror Amy puts her face on. Black eyes liner first, followed by near black red eye shadow, next mascara, after that Amy moved on to her lips, firstly they are outlined with a red lip pencil, secondly red lipstick, thirdly deep red lipstick brushed on top, lastly coated in gloss to keep them red no matter what. Just before Amy goes down stairs and positions herself to meet her husband for when he comes in from work, she sprays her self in her special perfume.
The door slams shut and Jamie throws his bag and already taking off tie next to Amy's abandoned things. Through the door to the kitchen he sees flickering candle light, he walks slowly towards the door, when catching a wave of Amy's scent he speeds up to see her. To his amazement Amy is sat cross legs behind the food laden table looking at him with sparkling eyes and a delicious smile.
Amy greets Jamie with "Hello lover, long time no see".
