She lay on top of the bed, freshly showered, towelled dry, and covered with a fluffy purple fleece blanket that usually lived by the couch in the lounge. The afternoon sunlight crept around the sides of the heavy curtains, and she tingled in anticipation. He was due back soon: 5, maybe 10 minutes? Under the light throw her fingers spread her own lips, and her other hand teased with the tip of the violet vibe she'd brought with her.
She heard the front door shut, and locks and bolts were sealed. Fast footsteps followed, light feet springing over the carpeting. The bedroom door opened, and he took a deep breath in, and slowly let it out. The light from the window caught his bare chest; defined, not broad but full, graced with a shield, not carpet of fur. His shirt hung loose, and his trousers looked like they were straining when her eyes fell to his groin.
Locking his eyes on her, he unfastened the waistband and removed the pants. He folded them and placed them on the bedroom chair. Perching light, he took off his socks. She admired the trim legs, the powerful thighs, and as he turned to put his shirt across the back, his tight buttocks. She couldn't bear this any more, and switched the purple pleasure probe to it's lowest setting, hoping he wouldn't hear as she grazed her clit and penetrated herself shallowly. She was very experienced with her own needs, and knew just how much to tease and how much to relieve to keep her motor running very hot.
