It was half eight in the evening and I was just slipping on his black shirt, the one that he'd worn that day and still smelled like him. I turned my head to the side and inhaled his scent from the collar, which I was now turning down and straightening out. His smell alone got me a little excited, knowing full well that within the hour I would be surrounded by it, smothering me and making me his even more that I already am. I removed the clip from my hair, letting it fall loose over my shoulders. It curled a bit at the bottom, having been up in a bun all day.
Moving to the bed, I sat down so that I could pull on my thigh highs, taking the time to appreciate the feel of the thin material on my skin. I couldn't help myself imagining how his hands would feel if he were to slide them over my legs to pull them off. Though I knew this would never happen. He would leave them on and no doubt choose positions to allow him a perfect view of my legs in the tights.
Finally I was ready. He'd gone out to play football with the lads that afternoon, but had rung me an hour earlier to let me know when he would be home and apologise for being later than he originally thought. I'd already cleaned the flat and done any remaining studying hours before. I always missed him when he was out and tried to fill the day with chores and odd jobs, but there was never enough to do, especially at the weekend.
And so I'd decided to surprise him with a nice welcome home. I'd picked a very simple outfit. Plain black, thin thigh highs, a plain black thong and bra set and then his black shirt over the top, which I'd buttoned once just under my boobs.
Dinner was ready to go. I'd made sure to cook something that could sit in the oven and just be reheated ... after.
I became very anxious, more through having to wait than anything. I tried to settle my mind by pottering around, making the already perfect bed, wiping down the already clean table and lighting a few more candles than absolutely necessary.
Finally I heard his key in the door and wandered into the hall to meet him. He was distracted, taking off his shoes and putting them in the cupboard, but he caught sight of my feet in the tights and raised his eyes in question. When he saw what I was wearing he paused, a smug smile spreading across his face. He closed the distance between us in two steps, pulling my body in to fit his shape and crushing his lips onto mine. I clung to him, weaving my fingers into his hair so that he couldn't escape and pulled him to me more, as he proceeded to kiss my neck and jaw line.
I could feel myself getting wetter and began to doubt that we would even make it to the bedroom, but he grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hall, undoing his belt buckle as he went.
