Walking into the living room, cup of tea in my hand, I see a sight that sends a thrill to my groin. He is resting on the sofa, masculine body relaxed, legs slightly spread with knees outwards, one of his strong hands on a thigh, the other holding his beer as he sips. His eyes look at me over the bottle and I realize his fly is unzipped and he is waiting for me.
As his eyes watch me, I feel a tingling, tightening of nipples under my pale grey tank top, a slight wettening of my pussy. He knows what I want to do and is patient, no words are needed. I know he can see my nipples thrusting under the thin fabric of my top. I stand there and sip my tea, a grin on my face as I swallow the hot liquid. I walk over and set my cup on the low coffee table. Kneeling on the soft carpet, I put my hands on his thighs and kiss his hand. I feel him slide it around my head to the back, gripping my soft hair he pushes my face into the open fly and I breathe in the heavenly scent of man. I inhale deeply and he slides his body a little lower, leaning back to watch me.