I get home from work first drained but in the mood. You send me a text you’re on your way and will be here in 30 minutes. I hop in the shower, frisk myself, and begin to rub my clit. I resist the temptation to relieve myself as I know you’ll be here and I’ll get what I want soon enough.
I shave my legs, and sugar scrub my body. When I get out I towel dry my hair, my legs are so soft, I turn myself on even more. I’m anxious to be touched with your rough hands and for my ass to be squeezed while my breasts are pressed to your chest.
I put on thin undies and these short polka dot pajama shorts that almost feel like I have nothing on and a comfy bra and loose shirt. I want to be greeted with a hug from behind so I can feel your dick on my cheeks.
You come in the front door and into the kitchen where I’m refilling the water pitcher.