I’d been hinting for months that I wanted to be in a big, open field with you. With a blanket, a bluetooth speaker, some snacks, and some time. The weather had been too shitty to even consider it, but the day came where it was 75, sunny, and dry.
It just so happened to be a day that was really, really shitty for me at work. I had been whining to you over text during bathroom breaks. This is what prompted you to double check the weather and treat me to this well-deserved and long-awaited little picnic.
I get home and you insist that I take my shower like always, but then put on what you laid out on our bed. A bit bold, and I knew something was going on, but I was just excited to be out of work. “Ahhhh,” I said with a smirk. “If you say so.”
I begin stripping in the bedroom, pulling my scrubs down to my ankles, bending over slowly, just because I know you’re looking. I step out of them and continue to watch you watch me. I shake my long, red hair out of the bun it was tied up into. I peel off my shirt and unclasp my bra, exposing my small but firm breasts. I return your hungry gaze as I admire your tall physique… and the growing bulge in your pants.