Spiderman's Sister

About time you came back

After my phone call with Wanda, I'm incredibly restless. Now that I'm here alone, I'm kind of totally bored. Maybe I should have gone grocery shopping with James. I look at the clock - James has been gone for almost two hours now, which means he will be gone for at least another two hours. Bored, I go back upstairs to the bedroom - maybe I'll just snuggle up in bed again and take a nap. Sitting on the bed, my gaze falls on the bathroom. I could also pass the time until James gets back with a bath. I could really dress myself up, then wear something sexy and surprise James with it when he gets back. Sounds like a great idea. Suddenly my boredom disappeared. I go into the bathroom and fill the tub - hot water and bath oil with rose scent. I just lie in the bathtub for a while and enjoy the warmth and the smell of roses. Before the warm water makes me too sleepy, I grab my razor and make sure my entire body is smooth and soft. Not that I wouldn't otherwise be shaved, but unfortunately there's always some stubble. As soon as I get out of the tub, I dry myself and moisturize my entire body. I blow-dry my hair and throw it over my shoulders - long gentle waves that cover my shoulders and part of my back. Then, wrapped in a towel, I go to the closet and look at the lingerie that I brought here with me. My eyes fall on a red set that I rarely wear - I have no idea why - because it's damn sexy. The set is made entirely of silk lace, which makes it transparent. The material of the bra is just enough to cover the breast just above the nipple. A strand leads up between the breasts and wraps around the neck like a necklace. The matching thong is also made entirely of transparent red silky lace. The only thing that isn't transparent about the set is the garter belt - it's made entirely of shimmering silk. I put on all three pieces and rummage through the closet for matching stockings. Luckily, I always pack way too much stuff. That's why I have the matching red transparent stockings with me. I've just put on the second stocking when I hear the front door.

Bucky: I'm back doll.

Perfect timing. I take a quick look down the spiral staircase and see James walking into the kitchen with bags. Hopefully this will be enough of a distraction for him to not notice me when I come downstairs. I grab my black high heels and sneak downstairs with the shoes in my hand. In fact, James seems to be so busy putting away groceries that he doesn't notice me. As quietly as possible, I put on my heels before I make myself known.

Victoria: Hey James.

I say as seductively as I can. When James turns to me and sees me, he is speechless. His eyes widen and his mouth hangs open.

Bucky: Hey baby..........

I slowly walk towards him, holding his gaze.

Victoria: It's about time you came back.

Bucky: If I had known you were here waiting for me, dressed like that, I would have had the groceries delivered.

As soon as I stand in front of him, I wrap my arms around his neck. James places his hands on my hips and pulls me closer to him.

Victoria: I would have preferred that. I missed you James.

Bucky: I missed you too doll.

As if he's hypnotized, he just looks me up and down, his hands still on my hips.

Victoria: Do you plan on continuing to just look at me? Or will you take this little bit of fabric off me and make up for the last few hours?

Bucky: Definitely the latter.

He throws me over his shoulder and heads towards the stairs.

Bucky: Then let's take you to the bedroom and unpack you.

For the next few hours James fucks my brains out on every surface in the bedroom - lying on the dresser with James standing between my legs, doggy style on the floor before I ride him and fuck his brains out and last but not least, loving and gentle missionary in bed. If that's what I get for being away from him for a few hours, I'll happily accept that every now and then. At some point we are lying in bed wrapped in each other and I am so tired that I just want to fall asleep. James, however, insists that I have to take a shower first. Fine. I reach out to him and let him carry me into the shower. We shower together and dote on each other before he lifts me out of the shower, dries me off, puts one of his t-shirts on me and puts me back in bed. He turns on the TV and crawls under the covers next to me. Happy, content and absolutely exhausted, I snuggle up to him as close as I can and fall asleep.