I was home thinking, thinking about dick. No, sorry guys, girls just don't site at home dreaming about dicks all the time. So let me explain why I was sitting at home thinking about dick. My husband sometimes works on Saturdays, and often when he does, I take time to go out with my girlfriends. And that's what it did this morning. You know what girls do when they get together...they shop. Oh, and they talk. And no, we don't always talk about guys, but today we did.
While two of my girlfriends and I were walking out of a store, we passed an absolutely gorgeous guy, tall, but not too tall, muscular, but not a crazy body builder, just simply hot. One of my girlfriends mentioned that as soon as she saw him, she was already envisioning him naked. At the time, I wasn't but upon hearing this, I must admit that I did the same...and it was quite a nice vision. But my other girlfriend mentioned that she just didn't see what was attractive about a naked man. She was definitely straight (and as more than a few men could verify) certainly liked sex, but she made it clear she didn't like naked men. So that started a debate.
I stayed mostly silent as my girlfriends debated the pros and cons of naked men. I initially paid attention, but must admit that in a very short while I found myself thinking of naked men. I thought of the gorgeous guy that passed us, I thought of a couple actors, but ultimately I thought about my husband. I thought about them all naked and I liked it. Oh, there was a lot that I liked about naked men, but it all kept coming back to their dick. I can't say why, but I couldn't stop thinking about it.
Of course I loved feeling of it in my pussy, but that's not what my mind was stuck on. And despite what some people say about blowjobs being for men only, I loved them too. I loved the feeling of a throbbing dick in my mouth, I love the noises that I could induce in my husband, I loved the spasms that his body would make, and I loved his hot and sticky cum in my mouth. But no, my mind wasn't thinking about that either.
Driving home and arriving at the house, all I could think about was looking at his dick. I realized that in actuality, I almost never saw his dick. Yes, I saw my husband naked all the time, but seeing your naked husband walk out of the shower doesn't really count. I almost never saw his dick hard. I'd certainly felt it hard, and sucked it hard, and fucked it hard, but I hadn't really seen it hard.
Just about then, I heard his car pull into the driveway. Needless to say, I was super horny and I was definitely going to get some dick. I greeted him and the door and gave him a big hug and kiss. He knew something was up when I gave him the kiss as it wasn't the typical "welcome home" kiss. He asked how my day was and I told him I went shopping with a few friends. Right then, an idea popped into my mind and I told him to put his bag away and then come into the bedroom and I'd show him the clothes I bought. (I hadn't bought anything, and so that's exactly what I would show him – nothing.) I ran into the bedroom, stripped off my clothes, and waited for him to come in. I was standing naked next to the bathroom door when he entered. His eyes grew wide when he saw me and simply muttered, "um".
"Well babe, I didn't buy any clothes today, so I have nothing to wear."
