I remember lying in bed waiting for you to come to my apartment late at night. You would sometimes catch a cab when you got off work which was always later than a standard shift. I would be tired, but too excited to see you to go to sleep. It seemed like it took forever for you to get there and my arousal would build in anticipation of seeing you.
There was one time I seem to remember more than most other times. Earlier in the week, I had gone to Hustler and picked out some skimpy clothing for you to wear. When you arrived, like always, I was raring to go, but you needed to relax a bit before getting to it. We sat on the couch, and I poured you some wine to help you get into the mood. After we chatted for a bit and generally caught up, you started to warm up. I was saying something but got distracted as you began to trace your finger up my thigh. I looked over and you gave me the eyebrows that have always driven me crazy. Your fingers moved up to my crotch and you started rubbing my hardening cock through my pants. My words stammered and you laughed. It reminded me of another time earlier in our relationship.
That other time was when we first started dating. We kind of lived at Isaac's apartment at the time. Once when he was at work, we sat on the couch and you watched your shows and I read the sports page. You wanted me attention and apparently I wasn't giving you enough of it. I remember you used the same move, rubbing me through my pants. When I didn't immediately respond to me, you lifted up my shirt and began kissing me on the stomach and down to your favorite part (you know the part). You then had my attention to the fullest and my hardness proved that point. I set the paper down and you released me from my basketball shorts I had on at the time. You looked up at me and gave a wicked grin before putting it in your mouth. You diligently, licked, caressed and sucked me off until I pulled your head back and came all over my stomach. You wiped your mouth and looked quite pleased at yourself for literally taking hold of my attention.
This time, though, you wanted more than my attention. Your hand found the contours of my shaft through my pants and you gave it a couple of squeezes. I responded by kissing your neck and squeezing your breasts through your shirt. You removed my hand and pushed me back, smiling. You got off the couch, ordered me to refill your glass with more wine and grabbed the bag of goodies I bought for you from Hustler. You gave me a sly, sexy look back as you went into the bathroom and closed the door.
Even though you were only in there a few minutes, it felt like a year. I filled my glass and chugged it before filling it again. Then I made the bed and set the lighting to an appropriately romantic setting. I returned myself to the couch and tried (unsuccessfully) to think of something else to help pass the few remaining few minutes that you spent putting on your new lingerie.
When you returned, my tongue hit the floor. You were beautiful (you were always beautiful, still are I'm positive), but you were also dripping with sexiness. You had long hair at the time and it cascaded down to your shoulders where it met the straps of a little pink lacey teddy that came down just far enough to cover the tops of your butt cheeks. Your terrific rack pushed the limits of the fabric in the front and your bust was adequately showcased. Your cleavage was gorgeous!
Under your teddy was the skimpiest of thongs. When you turned around, the bottoms of your cheeks were exposed in all of their luscious glory. They begged to be squeezed, kissed and spanked which I had intentions for all three in the very near future.
