| Straight: BDSM: Happy Birthday... A Very Happy Birthday (1/3) |
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She stood before the mirror. Her thick, dark, hair fell in cascading waves down her back, still wet from the shower she'd taken only a short time before. Drops of water trailed down her body, along the gentle slope of her breasts, hovering for a moment at her erect nipples before falling to the soft plane of her belly. Emerald green eyes lifted to examine herself in the mirror. Rose lips curved into a knowing smile. It was his birthday, and she had 'special' plans. She lifted a hand, almost lazily, and touched her breast. Her fingers trailed a drop of water, eliciting a small shiver as her fingers fluttered against a dusky nipple. Her tongue flicked over her lips, and that knowing smile grew into a wicked one. Yes, she did, indeed, have plans. She turned abruptly, affording the mirror a reflection of her round buttocks. She went to her dresser, and opened her panty drawer. Her fingers sifted through the soft materials then she closed it. No, not tonight. She considered wearing a bra, but thought the blouse would be better without. She smiled and returned to her closet, with the doors that were mirrors. She chose a short skirt, snug around her hips and thighs, and falling just below her crotch. He loved this skirt. Next she selected a silk blouse. A deep purple to go with the black skirt. Enough to tease, but not display, and the buttons afforded easy removal. Her smile grew deeper. Yes, he'd enjoy this. Everything else was ready. She ticked off the list in her mind as she brushed her hair. Candles, table set cozily for two, his favorite dinner warm in the oven, soft music playing on the stereo. She left her hair long, his preference. A pair of black velvet spiked heels were added to complete the outfit. Again, she examined herself in the mirror. Her fingers teased her nipples, making them stand against the blouse. He would be home soon, her timing was good. She left the bedroom for the living room to wait. Just a few more minutes and the car would pull into the drive, as it always did at this time. She waited by the front door. She knelt. Yes, he'd like that. He liked to come home to her kneeling. Supple thighs parted slightly, offering a hint of what was offered beneath the skirt. A coy smile teased her lips. It seemed an eternity that she kneeled there. In reality, it had only been perhaps a few minutes. She heard the car pull into the drive, and resisted the urge to squirm in her excitement. One must always remain composed, after all. She drew her kneel straighter, pushing her thighs a touch further apart. Her hands rested upon them, palms up. Her eyes were, of course, lowered. That coy smile was ever present. A moment later, she heard him on the porch and the jangle of his keys as he opened the door. "Beautiful," he murmured as he set his briefcase down. His keys were tossed on the table by the door as he loosened his tie. He faced her fully now, drinking her in. He could see the hint of her pussy beneath the skirt. He smiled, knowing that she would have trimmed the downy soft hair for him. His dark eyes lifted, noting the tease of her nipples against the blouse. He smiled. Soft music drifted in from the dinning room, and he could smell dinner in the oven. She had put a lot of effort |
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