Not the best at writing and it’s my first time so be nice. Here goes.
His messages throughout the day gave you a rush at various times. his teasing you about what he wanted to do to you had you melting at various points, you couldn’t focus on your work meeting because of it. The lingering wetness causes you to think back to those messages and it reminded you that you craved it. You craved him and the things he’d to you.
Nearly home now, you knew he would be there soon ,and it made you wet thinking about it. You could feel how soaked you were and this drove you madder still. Speeding home to get to him.
His last message read “strip down to your underwear and wait in the bedroom”. Quickly stripping out of your work clothes down to your thong and Victoria secret bra. The air cool on your soft flesh, you dash to the bedroom. Tossing your phone on the table by your bed, you make your self comfortable wondering how close he is. A soft thud of a car door closing gives your answer.