I woke up that morning already aroused. 2PM, that was what I told Mark, be here at 2PM and do whatever you want to me. 'My body is yours to do whatever you want to it' I can't believe I told him that, but I trust him more than anyone I have ever trusted before. He is a good man and I want him, I want his body, his soul and his hard cock inside me!
I can't believe I am talking like this, I have never been outgoing before, but since I began dating Mark I have changed. Some kind of animal lust has taken over me and I want him, I want him all the time. I want him naked and to be seen naked by other women so they can lust after his bare body and know that only I can have him!
My family was going away for the day to my little brother's game. It was over an hour to drive there and the thing didn't start until 2:30PM so there was ample time for Mark and I to . . . well, you know.
Waiting for that afternoon was the longest wait of my life, I wondered what he would do to me. I have never been in any kind of situation like this before and I was both nervous and totally hot!
I woke up and ate breakfast, but not too much because I already had a stomach full of butterflies. When I was finished eating I sat at the computer. I checked my usual sites, but I wasn't paying attention to anything I was reading. I couldn't get my mind off the coming event.
I checked Lisa's photography website and saw that she had posted the nude photos of Mark. She had only posted the very best ones that fit the "story line" she was going for and I read some of the comments that were already posted. Many of the comments were about lighting, shadows, and all kinds of photography critiques, but there were also plenty of remarks on the nude male figure she had chosen—AKA "The Naked Swimmer"! I was so titillated from reading the words written about Mark's hard body that I unconsciously began to touch myself "down there".
Looking at the pictures again just got me more and more worked up, I didn't want to orgasm yet, because I wasn't sure if it would make it harder to later when he was here, so I checked my e-mail and tried to distract my urges.
Mark had sent me a short e-mail about his feelings for me, his love of my naked flesh, and all kinds of sexy things he wanted to make me feel today. I won't share with you exactly what he said, because that is for me and me alone, but suffice it to say it was hotter than all hell.
I couldn't take it; I couldn't wait. I locked my bedroom door, pulled my clothes off and fingered myself like crazy right there! I came twice! That has never happened to me before.
I didn't take a shower right after that. I wanted to be totally clean when Mark arrived so I would take my shower around 1:30PM. My parents asked me if I wanted to go to the game, but I made up an excuse and told them I wanted to stay home today. I told my Dad I was going to mow the lawn and that shut him up right there. That guy would let you do anything you wanted if you mowed the lawn for him!
I finished the lawn around 1:20ish just as my family was leaving. I was sweaty and smelling terrible, but in a kind of sexy way. I stripped off my clothes and took a shower. I cleaned every square inch of my body at least three times and I caught myself caressing more than scrubbing a few times.
When my shower was done I dried myself and walked nude from the bathroom to my bedroom. The cool air on my fresh skin felt amazing and it gave me a shudder to know I would soon be this way in front of Mark. I faced my mirror and looked at my body. I smiled, pleased with my reflection. I ran to the closet and picked out a red sundress Mark had commented on before—he loved sundresses mainly because they showed so much skin. I put the dress on—and nothing else.
It was 1:53PM. He would be here soon. The waiting was killing me; the suspense was gnawing at my guts more than any suspense movie could ever have dreamed to accomplish.
I paced the room.
I put on some light music and became oblivious to the sound almost immediately. Then I remembered—the front door was locked. I ran downstairs and unlocked the door. As I did I saw Mark walking toward the house. He was carrying a paper bag. 'What the hell is in there', I thought, and I became even more nervous.
I was just going to stand there and let him in, but that's not how I wanted this to go, so I ran back to my room. I heard the door open and close followed by the deadbolt clanking. I turned my back to my bedroom door and waited. Mark walked slowly up the stairs. I heard the paper bag open as he rummaged with whatever he had brought—'was he into sex toys?' I hoped not, that is definitely not my thing.
I heard him stop outside my door. He put the paper bag down and it sounded like he was doing something. Then it hit me; he was taking his clothes off! As I instructed, I wanted him nude when he came into my room. I forgot all about that. I'm not sure why I told him that, but I did and being the great guy he is he complied.