She sighed as she got up from her chair, picked up her empty plate and mug, and then lifted mine as well. I smiled at her and she paused at the door frame for a second, turning to face me, “Are you coming up soon, love?”
I glanced at the clock on the mantel, ten forty-five, I stifled a yawn, knowing that I too should be heading to bed, but I still had much to do before I could join her. Although her eyes were heavy and she looked tired, her hopeful smile told me that she probably had more than sleep in mind.
I looked at her over my spectacles, feeling shattered, but resigned to my duty for work next day, “I’ll be up soon, dear. I just need to work out the rest of these figures for my meeting in the morning.”
“You can do it," she smiled. "Don’t be too long though, will you?” she pouted a small kiss to me and looked at me, waiting for a response.
“I’m sorry.” I smiled and nodded, trying to be sensitive to her needs but impatient to solve the problem I had and I'm slightly ashamed to say that I felt ever-so slightly irritated by her interruption. My acknowledgement seemed to be enough though and she turned on her heel and left.
I turned back to the papers spread across my lap and the small table beside me, frowning as I tried again to make the numbers add up. This just didn't make sense. How could the shortfall be quite this big? The text before me danced on the page and I tried to concentrate, despite my fatigue, and I was only vaguely aware of the sounds of her bustling around the kitchen, water running, cupboards closing and so forth. I spotted a small discrepancy in one of the columns and I leaned forward, poring over the page, one finger keeping the place while another moved down. As I tallied up the numbers, I breathed a sigh of relief, I tentatively hoped that I might have pinpointed the problem.
The pencil scratched as I scribbled notes in the margin and I heard her ascend the stairs and close the bathroom door. I so was engrossed in what I was doing that I was barely aware of the white noise of the shower and toilet.
The next time I looked at the clock, it was almost midnight and I still hadn't finished what I was doing, although, I knew I was close. I rubbed my thumb and forefinger over my stubbly chin, sighed and got up, to stretch my legs as much as anything, for I had pins and needles in my left calf. I poured myself a large Scotch, neat, and arched my back, yawning and stretching, hearing my spine click and complain, before I settled back into my seat. Suddenly it hit me, the solution to my problem! I almost called out to her, delighted in my find, before I remembered that she'd went to bed ages ago.
I settled back into my armchair, thankful for the renewed energy and enthusiasm, and was soon lost again in the minutiae of my work.
Eventually I was finally satisfied that I'd both found and solved the problem, I looked over the documents one last time, just to make sure. Yes, yes, it was all as it should be, finally. Thank goodness, it would have reflected badly on the company in front of the client, if I’d not spotted it when I did. I got up again, puffing as my joints creaked from the last few hours of inertia and noticed that it was almost one in the morning. I did my usual quick check downstairs, made sure the doors were locked, lights off, sockets unplugged and made my way upstairs.
I noticed there was still some condensation on the bathroom mirror and I wiped it with my hand, grimacing as my tired reflection peered back at me. I pulled down a lower eyelid, sighing at how bloodshot my eyeball was and knowing that it would be just the same in the morning, after yet another night without a full sleep. I took a piss, then stripped down to my boxer briefs, threw my clothes into the hamper, had a quick wash and finally brushed my teeth.
The bedroom door was closed, which was unusual as she normally left it open. I turned the handle as quietly as I could, so as not to disturb her and entered the darkened room, leaving the door open just enough behind me to get over to my side of the bed and switch on my lamp by the light from the hall, rather than switch on the room’s bright, main light.
As my eyes adjusted to the dimness, I could make out her sleeping form. I froze when I saw her, a picture of beauty in repose and I had a small pang of guilt for keeping her waiting so long. She lay on her belly, diagonally over the bed and I realised that I would have to shift her to get into my own side. Her long, dark hair curled over her shoulders and looked to be still damp from her shower, I could smell the floral scent of her shampoo. Her outstretched arm rested just centimetres away from the novel she had been reading. It was open, face down on the bed, like she was. I smiled and exhaled, realising that I’d been holding my breath.
The duvet lay lightly over her right leg and I noticed then that she was wearing white lace-topped stockings with a matching camisole top and panties. She knew I liked that, how hot it got me and unsurprisingly, I felt my cock stir sympathetically in my shorts. I felt a pang of sadness that she had fallen asleep, waiting for me. I made a silent promise to myself to be better organised in future, to try not to leave things until the last minute as I so often did.
I wondered how long she had waited before falling asleep, if she had been able to concentrate on her book and if I had disappointed her by failing to appear before she drifted off?
I leaned over, picked up her book and turned it in the poor light to see what she had been reading. I smiled as I recognised, The Catcher In The Rye, again! The paperback felt soft in my hand, well thumbed, she’d had this copy since her teens and she read it at least once or twice a year, she must just about know it off by heart. I swept my hand over the bed cover until I found the scrap of paper she used as a mark. I placed it between the pages then closed it onto the nightstand beside her.
The shape of her ankle in her nylon hose caught my eye then and I reached over and gently stroked it. My intention had been to simply reposition her, get her to move over and make space for me in our bed, but she had surprised me with that pretty lingerie and as I took hold of her leg and gently lifted it, my cock filled further and began to press, not uncomfortably against my shorts. I held her left ankle in my left hand and reached out with my right, feathering up her calf, her inner thigh, until it rested on the patterned lace at the top. She breathed deeply at that moment and I paused, allowing her to settle.
As I stood, bending down over her, my back began to complain and I was becoming somewhat uncomfortable, so I gingerly sat myself on the edge of the bed, nudging her right leg back with my ass. Then, still maintaining my grip on her left ankle, I lowered the leg until it was sitting on my knees. I rested my left palm on her calf and I placed my right hand on her inner thigh again, her legs were parted quite widely, what with the way my butt was holding them apart. My thumb found its way to the exposed gusset of her panties and ever so softly, I very gently began to stroke her pussy lips, her white knickers were pretty and I wasn’t sure that I had seen them before. I could clearly feel the shape of her cleft and I moved my thumb along the length of it, aware that my cock was pointing out from my crotch now, peeking through the gap in my shorts, standing to almost full attention.
She moaned quietly in her sleep now and I placed my left hand over her left buttock, softly massaging it, thumb moving up and down the the split between her cheeks, while my other hand still stroked her slit. I felt the heat slowly increase and I continued to gently tickle and tease her pussy through the cotton. I stopped, turned my hand, palm up and slipped it between her legs until it was pressed between her mound and the bed. I could feel the shape of her soft curls through the cotton and my thumb once again moved up and down her lips. I inhaled as I felt a sudden hot dampness on the fabric. Good girl, I thought, applying more pressure to her moistening cleft.
I felt her body tense a little and I knew that she was beginning to stir. What I really wanted to do then and there was to tear off her knickers and stuff her cunt with my cock, fuck her until I filled her belly and I was sated, but I had kept her waiting. I was beholden to pleasure her before I pleasured myself I reasoned, unable to shake the feeling that I had let her down.
But she was not awake yet and instead, I leaned my head down and pressed my face against her crotch, my ass pushing her right leg farther, I breathed in her scent.