My phone dings with a text from you. “I’m thinking of coming home for lunch”
I smile at the thought. Working from home meant my lunch breaks were filled with raucous fucking. The kind we couldn’t get away with when the kids were home and sleeping down the hall. It reminded me of the early days when we couldn’t keep our pants on around each other.
“Expecting a blowjob?” I respond.
“Yes, among other things. I need you. Be home in 30.”
I jump up from my desk and hurry to turn on the shower. While waiting for the water to turn hot, I slide my hand down to my pussy, parting my lips and running one finger over my slit. I am already slippery with anticipation. I rub two fingers around my clit, relishing the electric tingles. I need to stop before things get out of hand. It won’t be long until you are home.
I step in and attempt to focus on showering and shaving, ensuring a smooth pussy for you to bury your face into. After, standing in the warm bathroom air, I dry the water from my body, enjoying the heightened sensitivity from my arousal. I squeeze my breasts and imagine your mouth across them, rolling my nipple with your tongue. I tweak a nipple and then shake the thought from my head. Soon.