I look through my closet looking for exactly the right thing to wear....I already have the white silky panties on...

the ones with the lace in a V in the front, just enough so he will be able to see my blonde pubic hair peeking through. Oh well, back to the dresser, forgot my bra and as I rummage through the drawer, I come across the lacy pink one that makes me feel so very sexy.

It's very feminine and just a bit naughty as it leaves little to the imagination as to the color of my nipples.

I so hope he likes it. Now, back to the closet. I have to find something dark enough to cover the pink bra and my nipples, but something that he can get me out of easily because I know that he will be here when I come home from work. And then I find just the right thing....

my denim pink dress. The one with the rounded neckline, short sleeves and the buttons that go from top to bottom....he can open them slowly to expose my body to his eyes and hands......

now....just a touch of makeup, a brush through my silky hair, a soft spray of scent on my neck and ankles and out the door I go. Driving to work I imagine what will happen when I get home and I think about what the perfect touches and moments would be. I know that I will want him by the time I get home. The day in the pretty underwear and thinking about him will have me 12 aroused when I enter the door and find him just inside the door, standing in his jeans, deep blue shirt, barefoot and with a look of hunger in his eyes. As I look at him with a faint smile on my lips I know that he can tell what I want and that I do so want him. My nipples tense as I feel his eyes travel over me, and I know that he is thinking of ways to please me. He takes me in his arms, hugs me, holding me tight, and asks how my day was. My hands are laying flat on his chest, looking up at him, trying so hard to communicate what I want. Instinctively he seems to know as he takes my hands from his chest, and holds my wrists together in his left hand and gently lifts my arms up over my head.

The movement causes the friction on my breasts to increase as the material of my bra shifts. He molds his body down the front of me....with my breasts on his ribs and the heat of my private places, on his thighs. Then he moves me back, and using his body, pins me against the wall of the foyer. My arms over my head, my wrists held in his, his eyes holding me and my heat rising with each breath. and now he begins to undress me.....

first the buttons only 12 way down the dress and he pushes the material aside to see the pretty bra.

I can see the hunger rising in his eyes as he looks at me, smiles and says, "I love it when you wear for me what I want to take off of you". Still hold my wrists, still pinned against the wall, I feel his one thigh, moving between my legs, slowly moving back and forth over my crotch. I can feel the fire now.

Pushing aside the material from my breasts, he puts his mouth over my nipples, even though the bra is still on...

my god, he's wetting my nipples through the material. Now I know he won't be able to wait much longer to have me. The rest of the buttons quickly come undone and my dress is completely open.

With his right hand, he reaches down and yanks my panties down, exposing my heat to the air of the room. As he does so, I hear him whisper in my ear, "my god, I can smell you" and "I want you" Quickly he reaches down, unzips his pants which drop to the floor and I can see his hard length, throbbing for me. Now we are both exposed from the waist down, he wears his shirt and my dress is open exposing me. He has left my bra, but my panties are gone. He pushes the length of his warm body against me, and then looking into my eyes, reaches down and lifts my left leg, holding it up with his right arm. My leg is over his forearm and my wrists are still pinned against the wall and then he does what I have wanted the entire day.

Without a word, but a sound of desire, he slips his hard length into me. He doesn't move, although I ache for him to do so, but rather just buries the length of himself inside me and rests there. I want to move my hips, but can't....I'm pinned against the wall.....so aroused, his, wanting to be taken by him, to be claimed and possessed.

And then he moves, slowly, very slowly pulling out of me, lowering my leg and releasing my arms, lowering them to my sides, and then stepping away from me. As we stand looking at each other, we each slowly remove the rest of our clothing, so that there is nothing between us, only the tension of the sexually charged air. He finishes first and then watches as my bra drops to expose my hardened nipples to his eyes.

And then without a word, takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom.

He turns me around and has me sit at the edge of the bed, just a bit of my soft place on the bed and then drops to his knees in front of me..taking each of my legs and putting them on his shoulders, he inhales the smell of me, and then enters me with his tongue. He toys and plays me so very well. I love being his and taken by him.....

loved by him. But today I want only his length and so moving back on the bed, I spread my legs and invite him inside of me. As he slips in, so silky and hard, I wrap my legs around his hips and hold him inside me with my heels on his soft soft place......

and then we start to move, to rock, to grind and finally to pump each other faster and faster....... claiming each other, driving into each other and finally to feel the fired fluid explosion of each other, he inside of me and me tightly wrapped around his manhood. It's so intense that it's hard to remember the rest of the world or anything other than the pounding of the orgasm that rocks us.

As we calm, he kisses my nipples and then slipping out of me, lays by my side, pulling me to him, my nestled my head on his shoulder. He pushes the hair back from my temple, kisses my forehead, sighs and says, "So...

how was your day?"