Afternoon Sun

Today is one of those days that you've decided to take off work early. It's Friday after all and the week has been hectic. All those late hours at the office deserves a little break. But you don't want to surprise me. In fact, you ask me to get dressed to go out, knowing full well you have no intention of going anywhere.

You do this because you know that I'll get all dressed up in my garters and stockings. We've been talking about going to that little cafe which is perfect for the dress I just bought.

As you walk in, you let me know you're here and that you're going to pour yourself a drink and then put on a fresh shirt. This all happens while I'm trying to get the seams on my stockings lined up. You stand in the hallway watching me. This is one of those tricky moves that can be so frustrating sometimes. For you though, the show has just begun. I'm bent over and my curves are on full display. 

I turn my back towards you and ask if they're straight. You direct me that I need to pull further to the left and I start at the knee all over again. You take it all in and your drink tastes even sweeter. I ask how your day was as I feel your gaze and stretch my legs long and tight. You mumble something about a shit week and I hear you put down your glass. I peek to see you undoing your shirt.

I'm assuming you're just changing the shirt, as it falls to the floor. But that really isn't like you because you're particular about your shirts and never leave them on the floor. I'm only half paying attention and then I feel your cold hand from the glass slide down my back. "You look good in this" you comment and ask if it's new? I know better. Of course it's new and you should know that since you picked it out. I see where this is going.

 I'm only slightly agitated that you made me go through all this work in getting ready, but that look in your eyes tells me why I have so many beautiful pieces of lingerie. Can I really complain about that? You undo my bra and as you start to unsnap my stockings, I ask you to be careful because I love this pair and haven't been able to wear them out yet.  You laugh and promise.

You're actually pretty good at removing them. You like to take your time and feel them on me. You're in no hurry today either. You enjoy it when I stretch my leg out for you and they gently slide off my leg and over my toes. You pick them up, smell them, and then lay them across the chair. 

I grab your glass and take a long sip. As I lay back on the bed, I know that this is going to be a good afternoon....