My husband gets me the rest of the week, so my boyfriend and I cherish our Wednesday night meetups. The anticipation builds over the week through teasing texts, and I spend most of Wednesday absolutely soaked by my hunger for him.
When I arrived at his apartment complex, his roommates were milling about downstairs so we waited a bit to enter. He has male and female roommates, so we try to maintain some semblance of respectful discretion despite our 5 PM Wednesday visits becoming a noticeably regular occurrence. Eventually, we sheepishly walked in and up the stairs to his room and closed the door behind us. He opened up a small gift I had brought for him: a nice candle, which he lit, and his favorite candy, Almond Joy.
He went to grab a glass of water from downstairs while I stripped down into nothing but a cozy, low-cut tank top. I crawled on top of his intimately sized twin bed and lied down on my stomach so he would get a nice view of my bare ass when he returned. When he entered the room, I heard him moan in appreciation as he immediately disregarded the water glass and disrobed. He slid his naked body over me as I turned to my side and pressed my back against the wall to give him room in the bed. He instantly took control of me and our experience.