I lie in bed as she bustles around getting ready for work. I slumber as she showers, then peek out of the covers as she slips into satin lingerie.
She knows I watch her and she likes me watching, but sometimes I like to watch when she’s not aware. To see her when she’s not smirking as she slips on the stockings she knows turn me on, or to watch the way she adjusts her bra when she’s not just doing it for my benefit.
So I lie still, my hand on my cock under the duvet and I watch her dress.
She kisses my head and heads downstairs for coffee and breakfast. I hear her moving, and I know she’ll be back to see goodbye before she goes.
We always do something a little filthy before we say goodbye. A recognition, a reminder of our filthy shared adventures.
Sometimes I press her knickers into her pussy then pull them off, and press them to my nose as she wiggles and smirks her way out of the door.