I come home from work after a tough day at the office, I open the door and there you are, gorgeous as ever. That soft, flowing, deep brown hair, those beautiful brown eyes, that soft, tanned skin, the wonderful flaring curve of your hips, the voluptuous swell of your breasts, the deep cleft of your cleavage. All that loveliness packaged in a 23 year old, petite 5'4" body, wearing a white cotton sundress, no bra, and if I know you, no panties either. When I see you standing there with that smile on your face, all I can do is stop and stare.
You take the initiative and move toward me gracefully, until your toe to toe with me and looking up into my eyes. I can smell your hair and a hint of shampoo, your skin and the clean smell of a recent shower, and something else... something... hmmmm, I can't quite put my finger on it, but I know that faint odor.
You stand on your tippy toes and tilt your head back for a kiss as I lean over and place my lips on yours. You taste so good, so womanly, so sweet. But again, I sense something else now, it's a taste... hmmmmm. I'm not sure what it is, but my body seems to recognize it, as my dick is swelling and coming to full bloom inside my slacks.
You take notice of my impending arousal and you slowly kneel before me with your face at crotch level to me. You reach forward to undo my belt and open my fly, beneath your skilled hands, my pants soon gather at the floor around my ankles.
You turn your eyes toward the rising bulge under my briefs, the details of my cock becoming clearer and clearer through the material the harder my manhood gets. You stare lovingly at my growing erection as I watch you with rapt attention, knowing (for the most part) what's in store for me.
