You've been teasing me all day. You know what you've earned, yet you still feel slightly anxious about what is going to happen when I come home from work. You know you've aroused me, and not satisfied me fully.
That arousal lingers and grows as my day drags on. We text back and forth, but the fire from the early morning has burnt out. The only thing that remains is a friendly chat with an underlying tone of primal desires.
It's the end of the day for me. As I clamber into my car, I make sure to tell you I'm headed home. I give you fair warning so you can prepare, and so your anxiously awaiting my arrival.
When I arrive, I tell you to get your things and get ready. We're going out for a date, but I won't tell you where just yet. You disappear to get yourself ready, and I proceed to the bedroom to remove my work uniform. I grab a pair of my light jeans you love, a white t shirt, and some basic shoes. You come out in your sexiest black dress, high heels, and stockings. Your hair is curled perfectly, make up is flawless, including your suggestively curved red lipstick.