As soon as I come home from work I generally strip out of my work clothes. I don't know if it's because I've been wearing them for nine hours or if it's because I want to get away from the feel of work. Probably the latter.
I closed the door and kicked off my heels as I made my way into the bedroom. I have a small one bedroom so it's not a long way but I managed to get my shirt mostly unbuttoned. I dropped it on the bed and unzipped my skirt. It was an expensive skirt so I carefully hung it back in the closet. Still in my bra and nylons, I headed to the kitchen to start some dinner.
I poured a glass of wine and started chopping vegetables for a stew. Boring but that's life sometimes, right? And I like to keep my ass in shape so it's worth it to eat well.
I took a moment to fish my mobile of my purse, which I dropped unceremoniously on the floor when I walked in. Pete was coming over later and would text on his way. I put the mobile on the counter and resumed chopping. Brown some meat in the pan, pour another glass of wine, throw the veggies in, and done. At least for an hour or so.
Back in bedroom I peeled the nylons off and pulled on a pair of soft pink panties. It was chilly enough that I rifled through the draw for some socks and came up with a pair of over the knee plaid socks. Someone gave them to me and I never wore them, but this seemed like the time.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I eased my foot into the sock and pulled it up over my knee. Same with the other one. I checked myself out in the mirror. Pretty damn cute. Still not warm enough, though. I took the bra off and pulled a hoodie on. Warm. Perfect.
I decided to wash up some dishes but as soon as I turned the water on in the kitchen I heard a knock at the door. Heading towards the door I asked who it was, and to my surprise it was Pete. I opened the door and threw my arms around him as soon as he came in. He smelled clean and was dressed in gym clothes. He must have come straight from the gym, showering after this workout. I licked my lips. Delicious.
"How come you didn't text?" I asked him.
"I did, silly," he said, slipping a hand under my hoodie and giving my waist a squeeze. He looked down at my long legs in the tall socks. "Very cute."
I turned back into the kitchen to check my mobile, knowing his eyes were following my ass into to the room. Tucking my hair behind my ear, I unlocked my phone. There was a text from him but before I could comment on it, he was behind me, hands sneaking under my top, circling my waist.