Exhausted, I’ve come home from a long day at work. Your car, already in driveway. I graze my hands across the hood, cold, you must’ve had a short day at work. I take a deep breath, calming my nerves before pushing forward in to the house, we have been bickering more frequently lately. Stress from work, life, and has been piling up and we have been each other’s target for an outlet.
As I enter the house, the smell of your shampoo fills my nostrils. I kick off my shoes, start walking through the house to the hall to get out of my work clothes, fully intending on jumping straight in the shower with you. As I turn the corner to the hallway, I see the pile of dirty uniform on the floor and I feel the fight on my tongue. The bathroom door opens, you walk out, towel wrapped around you hair but nothing else on. Using the cool air of the house and the dampness of your skin to cool you down even more, I bite my tongue, choosing to sneak at peak at your cute little ass instead of picking a fight. I smile, eyes scanning every inch of your creamy skin. Your tits, hard from the cool air.