I walk through the door, closing it slowly behind me and placing my bags on the floor. It feels like I've been on the road forever. Leaving all of my things in the foyer I make my way down the hall to the bathroom and turn on the shower's hot water full blast. The steam fills the room as I let the water drain the tension from my body.
As I rinse the soap off my chest I hear my phone buzzing on the counter, like an incessant bee reminding me that there is life outside my shower. I shut off the water with a sigh, wrap a towel around my waist and look over to see who needs my attention now.
It's a text message. From you.
You should have let me know you were coming home early. Call me.
Dammit. Another plan ruined.
The cold air of the hallway makes its way under my towel, causing a slight shrinking feeling in that special place. I dial your number, trying to decide how I'm going to explain the fact that I wanted to surprise you.
The phone rings. No answer. Click. "You have reached the voicemail box of..."
Dammit again. I make my way down the hall to the foyer while I dial a second time. The metallic ring from the phone speaker mixes with a strangely familiar buzzing...
I glance at the small table in the entryway and notice the buzzing cell phone lying there. My eyes travel further down to the floor, taking note of the strappy heels lying, discarded, on the tiled floor. Still not quite connecting things, I trace the path from the foyer to the basement door and find myself looking at a pile of azure fabric that would form a blouse if it had a figure to hang from. I open the door gingerly and make my way down the stairs, barely pausing to consider the jeans discarded at the bottom. My steps quicken as I make my way into my bedroom.
There, laid out on the center of my bed, I find myself staring at a lacy black bra and an equally lacy pair of black thong panties. I am so absorbed by these that at first I fail to even notice the small white card folded neatly on my pillow.
Get dressed and come outside; formal wear is expected, underwear is not. I like the black suit.
Confused and more than a little disappointed, I toss the note back onto the bed. As it flutters down I notice writing on the back.
Just so you know; the only underwear I brought with me is lying on the bed right now...
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The front door closes behind me as I stare in awe at the long black limousine parked at the curb. The rear door opens soundlessly and I duck my head inside to see you sitting there in the sexiest dress I've ever seen. The slit up the side falls open to reveal your gorgeous legs almost all the way to the hip. Black fabric stretches tight over the flat stomach you've worked so hard to keep toned. Luckily (for me) your exercising hasn't taken anything away from your breasts, and your pert pair fill out what little material is there to keep them contained. The small bump of each nipple is not lost on me, and it excites me to know that your card didn't lie. The single strap over your shoulder just barely keeps the dress up and shows off plenty of skin above the neck line. The necklace I gave you for our one-year anniversary rests in the cleft between your ample breasts and fames your delicate neck like a fine work of art. Your long silken hair is delicately plaited and thrown over your shoulder where it drapes lightly over one breast.
"Hello gorgeous," I smile. "This is unexpected." I lean in for a kiss, only to be met with a raised finger.
"You, sir, are in trouble. I expected you to call me when you were on your way home."
"I'm sorry honey. I was going to..." You cut me off before I can finish explaining.
"Sit. We're late, and you're being punished."
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"Did you enjoy the concert, dear? You didn't appear to be paying very close attention to the music."
I give you an incredulous look. How can I be expected to focus on the orchestra when a dazzling woman keeps interrupting my concentration by stroking my dick through my pants?
"Are you kidding me? You had me so worked up I couldn't stand up for the final ovation."
You grin slyly at me. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
You are such a tease. Don't think I didn't notice that mischievous little smile that played across your oh-so-kissable lips while your tantalizing fingers ran up and down the length of my shaft.
"And the limo ride? Did you notice the delightful colored lights on the ceiling?"
That one earns you another glowering look. The only thing I noticed during the half-hour ride to the concert hall was you. It wasn't enough that you let the slit of your dress ride up until I could almost see that sweet pussy of yours. It wasn't enough that you began to tweak and pinch your nipples through the thin fabric of your gown halfway through the ride. No; the worst part was that you made me sit there across the car from you the whole time. I had to sit there and watch you play with your nipples while you stared at me with that teasing half-smile on your face. I had to watch as your smile was replaced by an open mouth as you gasped quietly. It was miserable and exquisite, all at the same time.
Seeing the look of frustration and longing on my face, you giggle playfully.
"You go and mingle at the reception. I'm going to the bathroom and I'll catch up."
I watch as you walk away, the tight fabric of your dress showing off the fact that you're indeed not wearing any panties. Your swaying ass makes my cock twitch and begin to harden once again. You're driving me crazy and you know it. You know you could make me do anything. I'm addicted to you, and teasing me mercilessly is your favorite past time.