By Sassy Sue
It's about six in the evening and I'm just getting home from work. The commute was insane and my feet hurt so that I'm taking off my heels as I turn the doorknob. The mellow tones of Frank Sinatra fill my ears, and the delicious aroma of homemade spaghetti sauce and garlic bread caress my olfactory sense. I hear you humming my favorite song as I round the corner to a lovely vision.
There you are, bent over with your head in the fridge and your apron dangling in the air. A hint of wet, pink flesh peeks out from between your legs as you bend over searching the fridge for something. I can't help but stare at your bountiful breasts swaying as you move about the fridge with only an apron on!
I place my keys of the counter and watch your hips swaying to the music. You close the fridge and notice me staring and taking in your sensual beauty.
"Excuse me for admiring your sensual splendor!"
Hey sexy, I didn't hear you come in," you say.
But I'm too enthralled in your body to speak. Every time I see you, I'm more and more intrigued and your loveliness which never grows old. Your body is smooth, like Godiva chocolate. Your sleek frame is finely sculpted from your hours of yoga. Your full red lips and thick, soft, long brown tresses draw my eye to your face.
"Took 'em off in the hall," was all I could mutter as you bend over once again to take the bread out the oven.
"Well, dinner is almost ready, so go get washed up."
It takes me a minute, because of my trance, but I make my way to our bedroom. I turn on the shower and undress as I realize I'm extremely turned on. Watching you in nothing but the apron has got my imagination going wild. The warm water pours over my new cut and down my back. I close my eyes for a while, dreaming of making love to you and soon I feel you fingers slowly caressing my tight, city-made calves and thighs. You kiss the back of my knees softly, creeping up, letting your nose brush against my neatly shaved treasure. Lightly kissing my stomach, you palm my breasts and tweak my hard nipples. I wrap my fingers around your head as your hands grip my thighs and guide me to the tub's edge. You slowly make a trail, with your soft fingers to my already throbbing loins. Playfully, you brush your fingers across my clit. I take in air and open my eyes. I come face to face with you still in your apron with the curtains drawn back.
You playfully frown and pout those sexy lips, "You started without me."
I realize what you are talking about and I get horny all over again.
"You know I love it when you watch. You can join me if you'd like," I whisper as if there is someone in earshot.
I tug on your apron and you let it fall to the floor. You enter the shower and we re-enact my imagination until the water turns cold and I run hot.
A romantic dinner and we retire to the bedroom to finish what my love has set in motion.