It’s late at night, or early in the morning depending on how you look at it. I’ve just returned to my hotel room after a busy evening out, still a little tipsy. He’s there, already sound asleep. He has been for hours; he doesn’t have the social stamina I do.
I consider just letting him sleep. That consideration lasts about 30 seconds before a devilish look crosses my face. He’s not going to get much more sleep tonight.
I step into the bathroom and begin to slowly remove and fold my clothes. I am taking my time, thinking about all the things I want to do to him, wondering how far I can get before he wakes up. I take a few minutes to look at myself in the mirror, admiring the natural lift still present in my bosom, the gentle curve of my hips, and the firmness off my ass. All parts of me I know he enjoys.