I take my time tying the straps of the tiny blue panties around my hips, making sure they come together in a perfect, symmetrical bow on each side. A matching bra, royal blue with lace accents, and thin white collar complete the look. You’ve been so busy with school and work this past week that we’ve barely had time to talk, much less play. I intend to change that.
I stop by the kitchen and throw some chips into a bowl for you as an excuse for interrupting, even though I know you’ll see right through it. Walking into the living room I come to a stop in front of you, holding the bowl out with both hands. Your eyes stayed glued to your computer screen.
“Umm, sir? I brought you a snack.”
You look up at me and a range of emotions flit across your face; surprise makes way for lust, which flicks briefly into annoyance, only to be devoured by lust yet again. You finally settle on amused appreciation.
“Oh really?” I nod, holding out the bowl for you, which you take from my hands and set aside. “No ulterior motives?”