It’s lounge lizard time. Just lying back, relaxing—end of a long, tough week. Fingers lazily tracing breasts and throat and lips. Contented, calm, peaceful moments.
Your thoughts are still attuned to work as you start to wind down after another hard, but very rewarding day. You finally closed on the Dickenson house. Just over $1.1 million net and Rudy closed the sale of that new apartment building across town as well. The balance sheet was certainly going to look good this month! Being the boss certainly had its rewards—as well as risks, she recalled.
But then your thoughts slowly began to drift in an even more pleasant direction. Tom. Tom had been a very unexpected and pleasurable surprise at the office last week. It still kind of stunned her how quickly their passion had built and then been satiated right there on the countertop in the office. They had had dinner once since his surprise visit to the office, but Tom had to attend a medical conference this week.
I squirm slightly in the seat of the parking service bus as I depart the airport and continue to think of you. I can feel your breasts in my hands as I stare out the window, smell your scent, and see your delightful bright smile. I sure don’t know where this is going, but Katrina is clearly the best thing to come into my life in years. Super sexy physically, but even more attractive - she was enthusiastic about life in general, especially sex. Her thought of her dazzling smile just brighten my day.
Right then, Tom decided to go directly to her house and see if she was home. Hopefully, she would welcome another unexpected visit.
I pull quietly to the curb in front of her home and ease out of the car and up the driveway. Seeing her Mercedes through the garage window, I decide at the last moment to go around back – maybe a more casual encounter would be less awkward. As I step across the patio, I look into the dining room window and see her reclined on the couch in the den beyond. As I take a moment to look within, I am transfixed by what I see.
Your blouse is open and your brilliantly white bra is mostly visible as your fingertips trace the swell of your breast and the depth of your cleavage. Your other hand is moving slowly between your legs. I can’t seem to breathe while I intently watch your movements. Your fingers slide within the cup of your bra and I can tell you are touching your nipple. Suddenly I was embarrassed that I had encountered her in some, obviously, very private time, but also instantly turned on by the thought of her body and what she was doing. After watching for a small eternity, I move to the back door and knock lightly before taking a couple of steps back.
As you relaxed further into the erotic scenes playing through your mind, you could feel the warmth and moisture begin to build between your legs. You freed several buttons on your shirt and pushed it aside so that you could draw your nails lightly over your sensitive boobs before beginning to tease your sensitive nipples while sensuously massaging your mound.
Just then, you heard a knock from the back door, and you quickly clutched your shirt closed and buttoned it back up. Then tip-toeing quietly to the corner of the kitchen, you peeked around the door frame to see who had come to your back door. At first, it was difficult to see through the glare, but then you recognized the face that had been in your mind only a moment earlier. Tom! He was back early and had come to see her! You quickly open the door and greet him warmly, inviting him into the house. As he steps through the door and moves close, you catch his manly scent and your heart begins to beat faster.
After a few moments of explaining small talk, and the offer of some wine, they move into the den and sit on the sofa where she had been lounging. As they sat, the return to this particular spot causes her mind to briefly recall the erotic thoughts and feelings of only a few minutes earlier.
Fortunately for me, Katrina seems glad to see me and enthusiastically invites me in and pours us both some wine before leading me into the den. As I thought about the image of her lying there as I looked through the window, my libido began to race and my cock rise anew. The fact that she is unaware of my voyeurism makes the memories even more exciting.