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We hadn't had sex for a number of weeks; not because we didn't want to, our busy schedules just left us exhausted at the end of the day. Neither of us actually realised that about six weeks had gone by without us making love, so we decided to have a date night; a romantic stroll, hand in hand, followed by dinner and a movie.

Friday evening rolls in and I get a little excited about our date tonight. I sit down at the kitchen table and savour a coffee, which I don't usually drink after 2pm as the caffiene keeps me awake all night; which is why I'm drinking it at 5.15pm, preparing myself for the night ahead. My hands are circled around the mug keeping my hands warm. It's been a long hot summer but the weather is finally starting to cool, which is great for me as I'm not a fan of summer.

I stare into my coffee and grin slyly. I'm planning in my head what's going to happen tonight and I can feel parts of me tingle slightly. You're due home any minute now, so I quickly finish off my coffee and leave my mug in the kitchen sink. I run upstairs and remove my work clothes; they fall to the floor around me, from the bedroom door to the white ensuite tiles. I stop to look at myself in the bathroom mirror. I've always had an hour-glass figure; soft, full breasts that even out my wide, seductive hips. I turn to the side and inspect my stomach. It's bigger than I'd like, but I know it's one of your favourite parts of my body; with that thought, I bite my bottom lip and smile at my reflection before turing the tap in the shower on.

I'm too busy preening, getting ready for our date, to hear your car pull into the driveway, or the front door, or you throwing your keys onto the bench downstairs; so I'm a little startled when I look up to see you watching me shaving my legs. You're leaning against the door frame, just watching; admiring. A faint smile graces your lips. When you look at me like that I feel emotionally and mentally naked; you see all of me, not just my physcial self. This forces me to blush. I wash the rest of the soap off of me and step out onto the cold tiles; you still watch. Your eyes look me up and down, knowingly and lustingly. I wrap my fluffy blue towel around me and poke out my tongue. You smile, step forward, and kiss me long and slow, before walking into our bedroom to undress.

I dry myself off, dropping my towel to the floor. I get out my makeup bag and start to pretty myself up; foundation, eye liner, light eyeshadow, and mascara. No lipstick, just gloss. By the time I get back to the bedroom you're back downstairs, so I push the bedroom door closed and go to my lingere drawer and pull out my latest investment; a red corset that hugs my breasts so firmly that they threaten to spill out, and matching lacy French-style knickers. I can't contain my smile because I know you're going to love it. Personally, I'm not the biggest fan of red but I know how much you love me in it, so you'll know that this is solely for you. I pull over a little black dress with a plunging neckline, then head downstairs.

You're leaning over the kitchen table flicking through today's paper. You don't notice me at first, so I take a leaf out of your book, lean on the door frame and admire you. Your hair is dark and with the setting sun shining in from behind you, I can see the honey-coloured highlights through the dark brown. Your eyebrows are furrowed as though you're reading something deeply distressing. Your lips delicately parted. They're plump and smooth; one of my favourite features of yours. That and your lightly toned arms that hold me just so. All of a sudden you look up at me with a look of suprise. You look beautiful, sweetie, you say with a hint of lust in his eyes.

I walk to you, kiss you on the cheek and ask if you're ready to leave. You are. I slip into my heels which bring me to your height, then we hold hands like young lovers, giggling as we lock up the house and get into the car. You can't take your eyes off of me and I soak up the attention like a sponge. Oh, the plans I have for you, my darling, I think to myself as I do up my seat belt.

Description
We hadn't had sex for a number of weeks; not because we didn't want to, our busy schedules just left us exhausted at the end of the day. Neither of us actually realised that about six weeks had gone by without us making love, so we decided to have a date night; a romantic stroll, hand in hand, followed by dinner and a movie.

Friday evening rolls in and I get a little excited about our date tonight. I sit down at the kitchen table and savour a coffee, which I don't usually drink after 2pm as the caffiene keeps me awake all night; which is why I'm drinking it at 5.15pm, preparing myself for the night ahead. My hands are circled around the mug keeping my hands warm. It's been a long hot summer but the weather is finally starting to cool, which is great for me as I'm not a fan of summer.

I stare into my coffee and grin slyly. I'm planning in my head what's going to happen tonight and I can feel parts of me tingle slightly. You're due home any minute now, so I quickly finish off my coffee and leave my mug in the kitchen sink. I run upstairs and remove my work clothes; they fall to the floor around me, from the bedroom door to the white ensuite tiles. I stop to look at myself in the bathroom mirror. I've always had an hour-glass figure; soft, full breasts that even out my wide, seductive hips. I turn to the side and inspect my stomach. It's bigger than I'd like, but I know it's one of your favourite parts of my body; with that thought, I bite my bottom lip and smile at my reflection before turing the tap in the shower on.

I'm too busy preening, getting ready for our date, to hear your car pull into the driveway, or the front door, or you throwing your keys onto the bench downstairs; so I'm a little startled when I look up to see you watching me shaving my legs. You're leaning against the door frame, just watching; admiring. A faint smile graces your lips. When you look at me like that I feel emotionally and mentally naked; you see all of me, not just my physcial self. This forces me to blush. I wash the rest of the soap off of me and step out onto the cold tiles; you still watch. Your eyes look me up and down, knowingly and lustingly. I wrap my fluffy blue towel around me and poke out my tongue. You smile, step forward, and kiss me long and slow, before walking into our bedroom to undress.

I dry myself off, dropping my towel to the floor. I get out my makeup bag and start to pretty myself up; foundation, eye liner, light eyeshadow, and mascara. No lipstick, just gloss. By the time I get back to the bedroom you're back downstairs, so I push the bedroom door closed and go to my lingere drawer and pull out my latest investment; a red corset that hugs my breasts so firmly that they threaten to spill out, and matching lacy French-style knickers. I can't contain my smile because I know you're going to love it. Personally, I'm not the biggest fan of red but I know how much you love me in it, so you'll know that this is solely for you. I pull over a little black dress with a plunging neckline, then head downstairs.

You're leaning over the kitchen table flicking through today's paper. You don't notice me at first, so I take a leaf out of your book, lean on the door frame and admire you. Your hair is dark and with the setting sun shining in from behind you, I can see the honey-coloured highlights through the dark brown. Your eyebrows are furrowed as though you're reading something deeply distressing. Your lips delicately parted. They're plump and smooth; one of my favourite features of yours. That and your lightly toned arms that hold me just so. All of a sudden you look up at me with a look of suprise. You look beautiful, sweetie, you say with a hint of lust in his eyes.

I walk to you, kiss you on the cheek and ask if you're ready to leave. You are. I slip into my heels which bring me to your height, then we hold hands like young lovers, giggling as we lock up the house and get into the car. You can't take your eyes off of me and I soak up the attention like a sponge. Oh, the plans I have for you, my darling, I think to myself as I do up my seat belt.