Waiting

Waiting- Part 1

I have been going out with him for a long time now, and I have loved every moment of it. I just wish i didn't have to wait for all the amazing moments.

We went out for lunch at McAlisters and he got his favorite food and so did i. And as we exited the restaurant, i kissed him goodbye.

Even when I got home, I couldn't get him off my mind, so I had to text him:

I'm so wet and horny. Are you sure you have to work today?

Yes love, I have meetings all through the day.

Can you come home for lunch?

Not today. But if I could, I know what I would do....

Really?

I'd ask you to be naked when I got there. I'd bring some to-go and feed you sensual bites between kisses.

And then?

I was awaiting his dirty response. I'm already breathing heavily, ready to touch myself as I imagine the scenario he's painting.

Then I would kiss you, and hold you, and touch you.

...

Then I would go back to work. I have a meeting at 1:00. Sorry love.

: (

But I would leave you with something to look forward to...

Really?

Yes.

What?

He doesn't answer for over an hour. I know he's in a meeting so I read a few of my favorite pieces of erotica and try to get some things done around the house.

Dinner plans.

His reply was so dry. I know I'm a sexual being and I try not to be disappointed with his reply.(he is basically the exact opposite of me when it comes to erotic scenarios, but i love him nonetheless) Dinner plans do not excite me in the least unless I am the dinner he plans to devour. :)

I decide not to stress about it and imagine the evening I desire.

It starts with a text demanding that I get naked and get in bed. And to hurry because I'll be spanked if I'm not there when he arrives.

When I hear the door, I immediately feel the heat rising as his deep sexy voice penetrates my ears.

I rush to the bedroom, tearing off my clothes as I go, leaving a trail for him to follow. The last item, a lacy black piece of nothing right outside the door.

I quickly gather the supplies, massage oil, blindfold, and various toys. And he silently knows exactly what I want. Sultry music fills the air from the speakers, and my legs are slowly oiled and massaged just the way I like it.

The firm but gentle movements extend up my legs, relaxing my calves, melting my thighs until I am wet and pulsing with anticipation at my apex.

Finally, fingers find my clit, slowly circling as his other hand continues sensually rubbing oil over my torso, and tits.

My nipples harden and my back arches at the pure pleasure of my senses being so indulged.

The build-up is so slow and patient I am almost quivering with anticipation of the orgasm that I am craving.

The sound of my own airy moans has me getting impatient, and my hips buck against the vibrator pressed against me, which I imagine is his tongue. I can see his head there, between my legs, feel his hair as I hold his face there while I rock against him in a glorious climax.

As I finally drop the toy, allowing my legs to splay open to enjoy the cool air on my dripping wet slit, the bedroom door opens.

His eyes widen. "What did I miss here?"

"Nothing," I replied, my eyes locked on his, "I was just waiting."

Part 2?