As I laid in the bathtub preparing for my evening, I reflected on my master plan. It was quite simple actually, yet the results would hopefully be complex and deep reaching. As I shaved my lean body, my mind raced through the preparations that I had made during the afternoon. The house was spotless and I had made your favorite meal. The dining room table was set for two. The only thing left to do was light the candles and put the hot food on the table. Satisfied that all was in readiness, I focused on preparing my body for the sexually charged evening ahead. As I dried off my steamy body, the anticipation of feeling your hands rubbing over me caused my breathing to deepen. I stood in front of the full length mirror amidst the fog from the shower and scrutinized my body. My breasts rose and fell in the hushed silence as I slowly and carefully got dressed. The black fishnet stockings went on first. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands sliding along my calf muscles as I rolled the flimsy fabric up my legs. Next came the skimpy see through black dress, it slipped over my lathered my oiled body and fit like a glove. The white apron and cap that came with the French maid outfit were quickly donned. I glanced in the mirror one last time to check my appearance before slipping on my spike heeled shoes. Happy with how I looked, I rushed to the dining room. You would be home in a few minutes and I wanted to be sure that everything as in readiness and perfect for your arrival. I carried the steaming tray of food to the table, arranging it just so. Flitting around the room, I lit one candle after another until the room was awash in the soft flickering illumination being cast by the dozens of candles. I pulled out a chair and daintily sat on the edge of it, my front to the door waiting for your arrival.
The first thing I heard was the lock as your key turned and scratched it open. I could feel the rush of air as the doorway in the hall, right outside of the dining room swung open to allow you to enter. Your footsteps echoed through the house and competed with my pounding heart to be heard. I could feel your presence moving toward the dining room door. I sat poised on the chair, my breasts pushed high and pointed, my legs spread allowing you to see my glistening folds that were visible through the French maid outfit. I was so anxious and excited for you to see exactly how much you turn me on. I couldn't wait any longer to please you.
You moved into the entrance of the dining room. My eyes locked with yours. I could see the surprise in your eyes. My heart soared.
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