The first thing I do when I enter the house and see you is pull you to me and kiss you, my left arm holding your body tight to mine with my right still behind my back, hiding what I’m holding. You sigh and lean into me, as happy to see me as I am you.
After a minute, I let you go, and I can see the question sparkling in your eyes–what am I holding? Before you can ask, I bring both hands up to your face, sliding the blindfold over your eyes and around your head with a devious grin. I cup your face in my hands and you smile back at me. Taking your hand, I lead you to the bedroom.
Stepping in behind you, I move my hands to your waist, then slowly slide them up your body, drawing your shirt up and off. Next is your bra, falling to the floor and revealing your generous cleavage, nipples puckered either from the cool air or arousal or both. I reach around to your front and undo the button of your jeans, unzipping them and pulling them down your shapely legs, taking my time, hands feeling all of you as I move downwards. You kick your jeans off of your bare feet as I rise up again, only to repeat the motion with your panties, smirking as I notice the slight dampness at the crotch.